Cassius of course accepted. He did as his clan required, leading them onwards to further and further conquests.

But nobody ever asked Cassius what he wanted to do. Sure, he enjoyed combat  the thrill of it was unparalleled. But he had never been given a choice as to what he would become in life. As the years passed, this began to weigh on him. Even so, he kept leading his tribe.

Eventually, however, he could take it no more. After conquering yet another city, Cassius reached out to the remaining clans and cities, and signed a peace. The territory of the Golden Eagles was much enlarged, but nowhere near their empire levels.

Even so, Cassius was done. He gave orders to not go to war without him, and left the tribe. He journeyed to a nearby mountain, climbing all the way to the top  which was thought impossible. Still, with his magic, Cassius managed it.

There, Cassius began to meditate, trying to understand his place in the world.

Years have passed, and peace in Cassius part of the steppes still holds. Cassius himself still remains in the mountain. Prophecies abound as to when he will return, but the truth remains the same: only Cassius knows when that will be.


Arcanist Porto of the Cold

# Arcanist Porto of the Cold

Porto was born deep inside an ancient forest, in a village of mushroomfolk like himself.

The village depended mostly on foraging to survive  farming was difficult to achieve inside the forest, with roots all around and the sun being blocked by the thick canopy of foliage above. Even so, there were plenty of berries to be found, as well as roots, fruit, and the occasional meat gained by hunting.

The forest was located in a very advantageous geographical position as well. In the summers, it was cool thanks to all the shade. In the winters, it was cold, but not cold enough to threaten anyone who had even a rudimentary shelter.

Portos parents were herbalists, responsible for the welfare of the entire village. They both knew all the herbs and plants of the forest, and all the ways they could be used to cure a cold, a headache, and much more. Of course, Porto started to absorb that knowledge from a very young age  his parents didnt really have a separate building where they did their work. Instead, prospective patients were simply treated in the living room.

As Porto neared his teenage years, he did what every child born close to nature did: he explored. Either alone or with friends, he took great big walks in the forest, seeing whatever there was to see in it.

Those walks were usually quite uneventful  the forest did have animals and monsters living in it, but they kept away from the mushroomfolk  their flesh was toxic to them. And so, Porto was free to explore.

However, during one of his exploratory missions, Porto would find something that would change not only his own life, but that of his village too.

As he was walking, Porto felt a strange cold sensation. This was decidedly strange  it was autumn, and the weather could get somewhat cold, but nowhere near what he was currently feeling.


Porto was alarmed, but also curious. And so, he approached the source of the cold.

A few moments later, he came across a small pond  he had been there before, many times, and he had never felt such cold. However, this time it was different. From where he stood, near the last trees before the pond, he could see its surface clearly  and it was frozen.

It was the first time Porto had seen frost in his life  the weather never got that cold. But here, standing next to the pond, Porto shivered down to his bones. He braced, waiting for something to happen, for some kind of monster to appear and reveal itself as the source of the cold.

Yet nothing happened. The pond remained frozen, but no source of the frost showed itself. And so, Porto rushed back home to notify his parents and the rest of the village.

At first, the others didnt believe him. However, in the end, Porto managed to convince one of the elders to come with him back to the pond. Once the elder had seen Portos words were true, the village finally took action.

A large group of villagers, armed with shovels and hammers, went to the pond. Using their tools, they broke the ice completely, searching for some kind of item or anything else that could perhaps power this sudden frost. They found nothing. On top of that, the moment the villagers stopped digging, the ice started to reform, solidifying almost immediately.

For the next few days, the villagers kept a close eye on the pond. With alarm, they noticed that the frost and cold were spreading. Porto was still far too young to take part in any deliberations on the matter, and so he simply waited home while his parents went to village meetings about the issue, which sometimes lasted through the night.


Eventually, the villagers decided to burn the frost out. They cut down a circle of forest to isolate the flames, then set fire to the trees around the pond.

It took a while for the trees to catch, half-frozen as they were. However, after about an hour, the small part of the forest around the pond was on fire, burning brightly.

The villagers stood and watched, ready to contain the fire. They stood for hours, Porto among them, until the fire faded to embers, and then to nothing. Of the patch of forest around the pond, nothing remained. Even the ponds water had mostly evaporated.

And yet, the next day, the frost was back. What little water remained in the pond was frozen over, and white tendrils extended from it into the burned land around it.

It was at this point that the villagers started to despair. As time passed, the frost spread, and although the villagers did their best to control it  lighting fires around it as a border  it was inexorable.

This was the climate Porto grew up in. To save his village, he decided that the time had come for him to leave the forest. There were no answers about their predicament to be found in or near his village  but outside the forest, in stranger lands, perhaps he would find a solution. Portos parents disagreed with his choice, but they couldnt really stop him  deep down, they understood his reasoning.

And so, Porto left. He traveled outside the forest for the first time, meeting humans and other strange races. In the end, he reached a small city, with a beautiful tower looming over it. This was the famed Arcanum school of magic, and once Porto learned this he instantly knew what he had to do.


The frost in the forest was clearly some form of magic  this much was apparent to him. Only by understanding magic then, could he have a hope of beating the frost back.

Porto was too old to be accepted as an initiate in the Arcanum, but he pleaded and begged until he was given a chance. He didnt have any particular talent with magic, but what he did have was a reason to persevere. Porto studied twice as much and twice as hard as the other students, and in the end it paid off.

Graduating with the rank of Arcanist, Porto quickly returned to his village, only to find the frost had spread in his absence  reaching the village outskirts.

But now, armed with magic, Porto knew what to do. Spreading a protective net around the village, he contained the frost, making it unable to march further into the settlement.

But he couldnt stop its spread in all directions. Slowly but surely, even today, the frost spreads. Porto must find a way to stop it permanently, or the whole forest will be taken over.


Qiu Poker of the Road

# New Lore Entry

Sister to @wizard6784, Qiu is especially skilled with long weapons. Her brother prefers the quiet and cerebral methodical approach of magic and potions to vanquish enemies, whereas Qiu likes to go full feral pig, as such. She's known to scream and yell so loud and terrifying, even the most strong willed fighters begin to tremble before her first forceful blow. Because of her wild and ferocious nature, she was gifted a Honey Badger - which she named **Styrke** - from her brother on ther 16th birthday. Styrke is Norse for strength, which the Honey Badger is full of and feeds of Qiu's attitude. The yang to @wizard6784, the two form an incredible duo that do not accept payments for hire, rather they'll take quests based on merit to aid those in need. Her brother may be quite and hard to find, but you'll know when she is near... careful.


Runecaster Bathsheba of the Wood

# Wizard's Delight

"I said a hip-hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip, hip-hop and you don't stop the rockin'
To the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat"


Diesel Eradicator of the Arena

# New Lore Entry for Diesel Eradicator of the Arena

> *DALLE 2 portait. Baron Von Fancy. Summer of 2022.*


Kaggle Battler of Robots

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# Kaggle Battler of Robots

In a faraway world, there is a planet over run by an overpowered artificial intelligence. It has decimated the population and taken the seat as dictator and ruler of the world. In the dark corners of the crumbling civilization, there is a brewing revolution. Survivors from past wars have been preparing for their final battle to reclaim their freedom. To level the playing field, they augmented their bodies with bionic parts in hopes of tipping the scales in their favor. Leading this movement is Kaggle. Where his adventure ends, remains to be seen.


Rockwell Cataclysm of the Ring

Rockwell was once a monk, but could not stand the bullying of the monk's predecessors and left and joined the martial artists, Rockwell motivated to become the strongest martial artist, he actually will not use the sword, he most commonly used is the qigong wave


Zoya Guardian of the Obelisk

Zoya "The Guardian" Chia

First Name: Zoyamilk

Last Name: Chia

Age: You will never know

Hobbies: Using my deadly weapon as a hula hoop

Favorite animal: None which is why I do not have a pet

Favorite drink: Tequila on the rocks after I've slayed some monsters

Favorite food: Extra spicy pork tacos

Short bio:

I can make minced pork for my tacos as fast as I can slay the monster next door. Beware my wrath especially when I'm hungry. But when I'm happy, you can find me relaxing by the shore. :D


Pyromancer Charlord

# The Lore of Pyromancer Charlord

Age: currently unknown.

Origin: currently unknown.

**Act 1: The Awakening.**

As sudden as a spark, Charlord came to. He was in mid-stride and while his sight was clouded with a rusty green haze, he was able to barely make out the reeds and sedges of a marsh ahead. A sensation pushed from behind him. Nothing gravitational or barometric but a force none the less. He spun around and, through the bare treelined thicket he now faced, felt a pulse of darkness that caused his body temperature to bottom out. He turned back and picked up his pace.

Charlord edged closer to the wetland and noticed a bright amber hue glistening across the calm water, a midday sunrise. He trudged through the pickerelweed and button bush until he came upon the waters edge. He took a knee, dragged his hand through the cordgrass and stared emptily at the surface of the marsh. The creeping chill still festered underneath his sweater. For the first time since his awakening, as this unrecognizable reflection glared back at him, Charlord realized he had no recollection at all.

He stood up and gazed around. His senses gradually sharpened focus. He heard a faint whistle from the winds blowing through the forest just north of him. A crackerjack crow flew overhead and soared down into an open carving in the trees at the far edge of the marsh. He could feel the chill running through his bones.

With no possible plan, he marched in the direction of warmth. His body acting as an internal thermal compass. Was it the warmth that pulled him, or was it the cold that pushed? Nevertheless, northwest seemed to do the trick. He noticed a red snake keeping pace just behind him. Cold blooded, he thought.


As he entered the forest path, his legs steadily moved faster, from a hurried walk to a run. The quicker he moved, the stronger the flames seemed to burn. Before he knew it, Charlord was in a full sprint, a madman heading into the wild. And then something happened. In the black void that filled his mind, a small crack of light broke through. It wasnt much and it provided no information of use. But it was something. And now, Charlord was left to ponder what exactly that light would illuminate? Did he even want to know? Perhaps the black void was something he sought out...


Bardora Apocalypse of Goblins

**
## Bardora Apocalypse of Goblins
**

Bardora is a relative rarity amongst the warriors, most are from poor backgrounds. Most are here because they have to be, because they have nothing else in the world. Bardora however, does. Coming from a rich family Bardora has much in this world. Hes one of the rare Warriors who is here because he seems to truly want to be. His armour and equipment reflect his status, the finest armour and weapons from the top smiths and armourers in the land. Everything he has looks great and coordinates perfectly. He enters battle looking amazing and quite often leaves it the same way!

This is not to say though that Bardora is not in the Warrior Guild on merit. He is formidable! His weapon of choice is the double blade, with which he is devastating while still looking awesomely suave swinging it almost effortlessly in the heat of battle. During the Goblin Raider skirmishes Bardora and his squad had built a legendary reputation, no other squad dispatched more Goblins or was as effective as Bardoras squad. Hence how he earned his name.

Such notoriety however draws attention, Bardoras squad had high prices placed on their heads by the Goblins and while on land they were almost untouchable, at sea they were vulnerable. They were spotted embarking on a transport ship bound for Fort Turtle and word was sent out. Corsairs seeking the the bounty engaged and sank the transport just off Raptor Caye, Bardora and his mentor made it to land, the rest of his squad perished.


From that time Bardora ran with his mentor, after he had retired and left for far away lands Bardora operated alone mostly. He always answered the calls to arms from the guild but never ran in a team as he had done before. Not because he didnt want to be part of another team, but finding a team that would accept him was difficult. Tensions between the wealthy warriors and the rest were often high, for most it was an unwelcome distraction that couldnt be afforded in combat situations. Bardora himself disliked the weathly warriors who mostly formed their own teams, but also fell foul of being one, so was often shunned by the non wealthy warriors. So he ran alone for now and waited, something would come up eventually


Kojo Ass Kicker of Brigands

# Kojo Ass Kicker of Brigands

Kojo was raised by jaguars after being lost by his parents while hunting big game in the jungle.

His extraordinary skills in hunting, tracking, and driving wild came from the upbringing of his adopted mother : Kaalah, the oldest member of the tribe.

Now that Kojo is an adult, he and his clan protect the jungle from brigands who come to poach the riches of his land.


Larry Impaler of Wizards

# Larry the Impaler of Wizards

Evil in Human Form. For over 500 years, people have spoken his name in whispers: Larry the Impaler of Wizards. The books and movies paint him as a monster, a madman, a destroyer of souls. The reality is worse. This sourcebook tells the real story of Larry. Its roots are in Romania, where there are very old legends of wizards who dominated dragons and churches with murals dedicated to the Devil.
Larry became a Sultan thanks to the support of the Turks, from there he became one of the monarchs most feared of the time, his enemies and anyone who did not comply with what the Sultan stipulated died in one of the slowest and most painful ways there could be.
It is said that he massacred Between 40,000 and 100,000 people. He was implacable, in the cities where he was not accepted as his new Sultan, he proceeded to impale men, women and children alike. He always did this with large numbers of people, setting macabre "forests impaled" that freeze the blood of their enemies (and imagine that also their supporters).

Larry used to organize massive impalements with geometric shapes, a series of concentric rings around the city was the most common form. The technique that he used to use was to introduce a stick approximately 3.50 meters long by the rectum of people, fixed it in the flesh with a nail and then lifted it so that the victim died very slowly, it is believed that many of its victims were with life when their bodies touched the ground, which suggests that they were extremely careful not to pierce their hearts and thus the agony was much greater.


Bruce Stormer of the Ocean

# Bruce Stormer of the Ocean

In the form of a mortal man rages a beast so fierce that the sea shivers and quakes in his presence. The sea is wise to embrace him with as much respect as it does fear. For the sea is all knowing and all seeing. It can sense within this mans chest beats a heart soaked in the the salt and brine of a thousand tears. A soul as dark and turbulent as the quantum shadow itself with a mind forged within the sacred pillars then later hardened in the icy, rain blistered shores of Asmodeuss Surf. BRUCE, STORMER OF THE OCEAN was born with a scimitar in hand and a steely wit without equal. A truth learned by the countless foes to meet demise by his steady hand while the sea silently bear witness. Thus, the sea recalls, reflects and embraces Bruce for he is the only force it has met with a divine strength to rival its own. -J.F. 1501


Makena Chopper of the Wheel

# Dont go into the Forest

The only thing I remember of my mother was her telling me to never go into that forest.

And thats how the Forest became my new home. Would I have listened to her I may now live in a nice house, have kids, a loving husband and everything sweet and nice. Now that I am saying this I realize that I hate everything about it. I was not ready for the forest but the wild was ready for me. Without it I would have never become what I am now.

I learned to live on my own. Know that no animal means real harm, just need a different approach and that nature listens to us. If only we would listen to nature. This one night when I first discovered the secret of the runes, nature was not only listening. It was speaking to me. And now I am on my way to let speak nature through me. Together with my loyal friend Pebbles I am on my mission to discover the misterys that this forgotten land beholds. We will conquer and free the forests. No matter the circumstances. Up only.


Urmgurn Guardian of all that is Evil

# New Lore Entry

> ## *On the outer reaches of evil, chanting can be heard...*

URM...GURN!

URM...GURN!

**Death!**

URM...GURN!

URM...GURN!

**Destroy!**

URM...GURN!

URM...GURN!

**Protect!**

URM...GURN!

URM...GURN!

**Our Guardian!**

# URMGURN

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>##### With each step sharp hissing can be heard and a green haze rises from the ground leaving behind footprints scorched in the earth...

Companion: Spike the Mutant Snapping Turtle

Nemesis: @warrior1808


Charlie Basher of the North

# New Lore Entry for Charlie Basher of the North

> *DALLE 2 portait. Baron Von Fancy. Summer of 2022.*


Addanc Menace of Scoundrels

A time travelling hell warrior went back in time to try and save the dinosaurs from extinction. He failed  miserably but was able to recover some eggs, and is now hoping to breed them back to existence. Raising dinosaurs is tough and expensive in this economy though, so now he must venture and make money in anyway possible.


Sloane Battler of the Rock

Ready to fight and conquer, this warrior maiden has dedicated her life to the sword and has not yet met a man who can handle her massive weapon. She scours the land in search of a worthy opponent who can one day best her and claim her most prized possession.


Sal Scissor of the Shadows

**SAL SCISSOR OF SHADOWS**

A legendary Dragon pike of solid Malachite rests within the icy grips of a powerful Warrior. This warrior, so fierce no man dare challenge, for they have all heard the tales. Tales of a warrior with a blade so dangerous, so enchanted, so sharp, it possesses the ability to sever a man from his very shadow. A wise adversary should wish for death before enduring such catastrophe. Such a blow fractures a soul and dooms its many victims to eternal anguish and torment. It has been said that no man is capable of wielding such immense and overwhelming power without himself falling victim to the weight of this cursed weapon. These claims, of course, are true. For this warrior is no man. Born from the dust of fallen heroes and the ash of shattered empires, this fabled warrior is known throughout the land as SAL SCISSOR OF SHADOWS. A warrior whose heart burns with the flame of a thousand dragons and walks with a companion forged from the same fire. The hypnotic beauty that she radiates draws in her enemies like a moth to a flame. Her unrivaled cunning and precision in battle is feared by not only those of her clan but throughout the entirety of the Runiverse. Myth, fable, legend the ultimate soul breaking Warrior... SAL SCISSOR OF SHADOWS.

-J.F. 1501


Jerret of the Realm

Now, this is a story all about how

My life got flipped-turned upside down

And I'd like to take a minute

Just sit right there

I'll tell you how I became the prince of a Red Wizard Capital

In Weird House born and raised

On the playground was where I spent most of my days

Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool

And all shootin' some magic outside of the school

When a couple of guys who were up to no good

Started making trouble in my neighborhood

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared

She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Red Wizard Capital"

I begged and pleaded with her day after day

But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way

She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket

I took my cane on and said, "I might as well kick it"

I whistled for a carriage and when it came near

The door plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror

If anything I could say that this carriage was rare

But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Red Wizard Capital"

I pulled up to the house at about seven or eight

And I yelled to the carriage, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the prince of Red Wizard Capital


Erim of Worlds

# Erim of Worlds
_The True Aura Knight_

**Erim** comes from a long line of knights. He inherited the strength of his father and the ancestors before him. The *Rune of Saturn* guides him especially in times of peril. His constant companion, *Skrim*, is his mutant snapping turtle who has been with him since he was only a boy.

He has trained for many years to get to his rank. He has fought countless battles and has lived to tell many tales of war. His long history with bloodshed has led him to seek solace in indulging himself with the bittersweet elixir of choice: a bottle of *Rune Beer*.

In spite of this, Erim remains to be one of the strongest and bravest Knights ever known, and he wields his Air Elemental shield with immense pride and gloryhe will enthusiastically tell the tales of his conquests to about anybody willing to listen to them at the town pub!


Harley Killer of Knights

# New lore entry

I have lived a long and difficult life. Always being hunted by the knights of the old. The world will hunt me down until I one day am no more. Do you know? They call me the 'Killer of Knights' nowadays. All I did was fend those monsters off. Month after month, year after year... Just surviving... I am getting weary of a life where I'll only ever be remembered as one who ended others' lives.


Finn Sorrow of Ruffians

# FINN SORROW OF RUFFIANS

the amazing warrior from middle earth has won all his battle, never defeated whit his rare axe forged in a volcan and his amazing snake trained as a killer.

together they can fight an entire army whitout any help.


Shaman Armstrong of the Sun

Whereas most magick spells are incomprehensible to the lay person, the incantations of _magick politic_ require a non-wizard to be able to understand them.  The more memorable the incantation, the more powerful the spell.  The Red Wizards, particularly adept in this magick, knew this innately when they eventually branded her an "agent of chaos."

Yet the title assumed agency in the decision to sow discord, whereas any Yellow Wizard would remind you that simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time can be sufficient to accidentally invoke _magick entropic_.

And in this moment, as she stepped through the veil, she was almost certainly in the wrong place, particularly at this time.

"Ah, I know where I am.  It's been so long, I almost forgot," she said.  "But it's hard to forget," she waved her hands, "all this color.  Do you see it?"

She looked at a stunned Shaman Armstrong.

"No... no, I don't think you do."


Judy Cleaver of Arcadia

# New Lore Entry

Judy is someone who you shall not mess with. For her power is unknown, but told to be forsaken. She is a true staple of the Forgotten Runes and will live as a deity for those to worship.


Lich Marquis Aldus of the Impenetrable Veil

_Death in only the beginning_

Aldus spent his early days in the Riviera watching its inhabitants in the constant pursuit of material and carnal delights. Aldus sought balance and true power to cleanse the world of these seemingly parasitic beings. He stumbled upon ancient literature depicting a Sacred Flame which offered untold powers. So it began


Runecaster Ixar of the Brambles

# These Days I Forget
_"The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time"
 **Friedrich Nietzsche**_

### Yeah, there's a funny side to it but it ain't all jolly. I've forgotten where I'm from, when I'm from, even my mother and father. That they don't tell you about extreme longevity, that you're gonna run out of memory, that you're not gonna get to chose what you can keep and what you forget.
#
### I'm ancient but this identity is pretty recent, only had it for 2000 ish years.
### Runecaster Ixar! **Of the Brambles**!!! LOL. It's actually a title received from Celtic King Caractacus, a good buddy of mine. He named me **Runecaster of the Brambles** for teaching his mages some runes for healing magic that can be unlocked from Blackberries, the bramble being a prevalent plant in his kingdom.
### I only kept the name because I found it terribly amusing, the fact that one could be so impressed by such rudimentary wizardry that they bestow a descriptive title to honor it tickled the fuck out of me. It's like instead of Jesus Son of God we would remember him as Conjurer Jesus of Wine-Water..
#
### I remember a few other previous identities, maybe we'll get to those sometime, but before the neolithic revolution everything is kind of a blur. I don't remember my origin so it's time to create one.
#
### This is my book, an objective account, unshackled from magical spells, hidden in the power of the ordinary and yet for generations to endure, meant to inspire and inform but also to keep me whole.

#
## My Runes be remembered! Ixar (XR)


Trudy Cutter of the Moon

Trudy Cutter of the Moon

Aptly named for her nautical excellence, Trudy slices and glides through the tides on her ship. She sails so fast she wont be spotted until the sun sets and her algae green hair glows from the light of the moon.

Once the glow has been spotted its likely too late as Trudys chainsaw appears like a sharks fin dividing the ocean and grinding away on her enemys boat. As boats crumble the bodies hit the ocean and with a sinister whistle Trudy calls upon her faithful demon hound *Briney* to finish the job.

Who said Demon hounds couldnt swim?


Ghost Eater Judas of the Tower

# The Lore of Ghost Eater Judas of the Tower

They laughed at my broom

I will laugh at their funerals


Ice Mage Flynn of the Ice

# The Useless Stick

Wonder not, ask me "why,
Shiny pot, knot my lip.
Start this Trip,
learn to fly,
make it drip,
bring it high.
Needs no sense,
needs no rhyme,
twist it tense,
committing no crime.
With a smile,
leave the room,
you got your style,
just drop a boom!


Donda Impaler of the Disco

# Donda Impaler of the Disco

_The Boogie Warrior_

Donda is known for his incredible strength and unwavering resolution in battle. His courage knows no bounds when faced with the enemy. He is as fierce and loyal as his companion.

If there is any warrior who knows how to start a party, it's Donda and his golden Jaguar, Kitou! Don't be fooled by his menacing appearance, he is the life of every party and can dance the night away. He is one of the most steadfast fighters out there, and he is also the same way on the dance floor. His trusty Stratiotai Spear may serve him well in battle, but it also makes a great bottle opener and dance pole!


Geomancer Kazud of the Road

# The Lore of Geomancer Kazud of the Road

Kazud excels in the sacred art of dowsing. He deeply understands that spaces constructed using the principles of sacred geometry acts as a bridge between the worlds. He has the belief that the ability to dowse is something that comes very naturally to our ancestors, like a sixth sense  it was a survival sense which helped to find water.

Through dowsing, Kazud can locate areas in peoples houses that are detrimental to health and to locate which places can be worked upon to ease the ensuing geopathic stress. These can sometimes also be detected or sourced as a trauma in the wider landscape. He can work with these detrimental energies, and transform them to ease, heal and harmonize a space or location.

Kazud's sister, @warrior12391, is brutish and essentially the polar opposite the quite nature that is this wizard. Rarely speaks, he understands what is in the best interest of his closest allies and strives to heal their physical as well as their spiritual health. If he leaves without saying so, don't fret... he is nearby.


Roddrick Contender of the Pavillion

# New Lore Entry

This Warrior was gifted to me by @realizeorigin

Chad give me this Warrior completely free thanks to twitter message:

https://twitter.com/rlucasbets/status/1533346225235316736?s=20&t=5AuxhSfcDApqdU7fm-Zm_whttps://twitter.com/rlucasbets/status/1533346225235316736?s=20&t=5AuxhSfcDApqdU7fm-Zm_w

Karma returned to me in form of this Wizzard.

#neverselling


Herman Wrecker of Scallywags

# Herman Wrecker of Scallywag

Herman was born in a small village to a lumberjack family. Since childhood, he trained to use axes and mastered them perfectly

Being kind by nature Herman always defended the neighbors and when grown up he went to serve in the regular army

*It ain't much, but it's honest work*


Rumbar Cleaver of the Alley

Rumbar the champion of Warrior Alley dawns a blue dwarf helmet, a treasure claimed from felled enemies in the mountain. His loyal baboon companion Bubbles loves dwarf roast only secondary to wizard meat.


Jimbo Apocalypse of Muscle Mountain

Strong man Jimbo of Muscle Mountain is the strongest warrior to hail from the strongest mountain chain in the world. Knowing nothing other than his own brute strength, Jimbo travels companion-less and prefers 1-on-1 mortal combat to subdue his mighty foes. With sword in hand and no shirt in sight, Jimbo's raw strength is enough to scare any wizard back up their tower.


Callahan Ass Kicker of the Dojo

# In Medias Res

@warrior2558 glimpsed his companions @warrior335, @warrior11840 and @warrior11839.  The silence was intolerable. A second lasted and eternity - until...


Doyle Stormer of the Cockatrice

# In Medias Res

@warrior11840 glimpsed his companions @warrior2558, @warrior335 and @warrior11839.  The silence was intolerable. A second lasted and eternity - until...


Lewd Revenant Aleister of the Machine

Zz zz the screen flickered

## BLUALALALLALALALALALALAA

Ahhhhh!!

The white figure with skull eyes and waggling tongue disappeared back into the computer as quickly as it came

Words typed out on the screen

### YOU..HAVE..BEEN..VISITED..BY ..ALEISTER..OF..THE..MACHINE _

The boys stared at each other

Coooooooooooooool


Althia Lacerator of the Wood

Althia Lacerator learned at a young age that chainsaws cut wood easier than axes. In the badlands she grew up in, she quickly discovered chainsaws cut through evil men and wizards even easier.


Edwin Antagonist of the Ring

**Edwin Antagonist of the Ring**

He comes but to give

Of himself and his mind

To penetrate the broke hearts

Who have hardened over time

The hardened heart, no match for love

From stone to flesh

Soldier to warrior becomes


Sage Thor of the Valley

# New Lore Entry

Sage Thor of the Valley


A thundering knock startled Thor out of his bed. He nervously walked across the dirt floor of his small one roomed house and opened the front door. There stood in front of him was a elderly wizard who quickly but gently, shoved a small wolf pup into Thor's hands then spun around and hurried down the small dirt road away from his house. the wolf pup seemed big for his six year old hands and it didn't occur to him that it could hurt him so he got in his bed, and snuggled the little wolf until he fell back asleep. The next morning he woke up with the little wolf still in his arms. He didn't want to wake it up but he knew he had to get up and take care of his chores. He slowly pulled the covers back and got out of his bed when he heard a whine from behind him and he turned around to see the little wolf looking up at him with stunning purple eyes. It almost looked


him with stunning purple eyes. It almost looked  like the eyes glowed in the soft morning light and the little wolf jumped out of his bed and came over to his heels. Thor didn't know if the wolf was friendly or not but it didn't look to be any danger to him at the moment so he let it follow him out of the house and down to his little garden. The wolf watched with interest as Thor went from row to row digging holes, putting a few seeds in and then smoothing the dirt over it again. so the wolf went a little ahead of him in the row he was in and started digging holes for him to put the seeds in. Day after day, the wolf helped him with his chores, and they lived there year after year, growing food for themselves and hunting for their meat in the woods that were close by until one night, when Thor was fifteen, he woke up in the middle of the night to see his wolf pawing at the


the night to see his wolf pawing at the door.  Thor eventually opened the door to see where his wolf went. Thor had to run with all his might just to keep Wolf in sight when finally he saw Wolf sitting in a clearing staring at the moon which, Thor suddenly realized, was glowing purple. Thor came over and gently started petting Wolf when Wolf gently bit his hand and led him over to a little cave that he had never seen before and a golden staff where a crescent moon staff lay inside. The crescent moon on the staff was also glowing purple. He slowly walked over to it and looked back at his wolf before he took hold of it. As soon as it was firm in his grip, his hair steaked purple and his eyes started to glow like Wolfs and he could tell what wolf was thinking. He closed his eyes and shook his head and the world went back to normal but he still felt that tug in the back of his head and he


that tug in the back of his head and he knew he could do it again. He turned back to where wolf was sitting and they both walked back in the direction of the house. When they came to the house that they had both lived in together for nine years, they saw it in ruins. they both walked together around the charred wood and tried to find anything they could keep but it had all been destroyed. as he neared the back of the house, he found a wizards hat that he had never seen before and foot steps leading away from it down into the woods.  His time had come, his adventure awaits.  He and wolf started off after the footsteps to find what awaits them.


Harland Buster of Blood

# The Legend of Harland Buster of Blood

## Chapter One - Yesteryear
Listen close and I'll tell you a tale,
Our story begins with a wee little male.

His mum named him Harland it was a family name,
She knew he was destined for greatness and fame.

He was smaller than the other boys his age,
But that never stopped him from taking center stage.

As a member of the Earth Guard, fighting was in his blood,
Battles were fought through sand, dirt, and mud.

Day and night he trained with his class,
Preparing for the day when he might whoop some ass.

## Chapter Two - The Day of Reckoning

Seasons went by but his day never came,
Day and night he trained just the same.

Then one day the elders sounded the call,
He knew what it meant he must defend the wall.

To his post, he ran by great leaps and bounds,
Eager to protect his people's ancient grounds.

I'd be lying if I told you that Harland was not scared,
But the years he spent training had made him prepared.

With his weapon of choice, a crowbar in hand,
Harland grit his teeth ready to become a man.


Sorcerer Impy of the Plains

"I took it from Zubin's personal library. Once we decode it we can copy the spells for ourselves. But we don't have much time. Surely he will catch on soon enough."

"Well done!" A few kobold's cheered as they opened cold ones - clearing using this as an excuse.

"Anything for The Horde," she replies with a smile, seemingly unfazed by the notion of betraying her mentor.

The book was now glowing a bit, as if it sensed the group's excitement. On the front cover, a Rune of Uranus was inscribed. Impy noticed now that the rune was etched not with ink, but a silver blood that shimmered harshly against the light. She recognized it: gorgon blood.

"Get the computers. It's time to begin work."


Amara Razer of Wizards

"I'll burn them all! I'll burn them all" Amara shouted in her sleep every single night. Her body full of anger and rage since she was a young girl. She will never forgot the day her life changed completely, turning her world upside down all because of an unknown wizard. Till this day, she still doesn't know who was responsible for her parents death, but one thing is certain, she will get her revenge, even if it means she has to burn to a crisp each and every single last wizard in the Runiverse.


Inanna Paragon of Shadows

Inanna and her falcon, Bruce, were inseparable. Everywhere Inanna went, Bruce followed. By foot or flight, Bruce never lost sight.

His mission was to protect her at all costs and that he did well. On slower days, Inanna and Bruce would play Bruce's favorite game,  air fetch Chakram. Inanna would launch it as fast as she could using all her strength and Bruce would quickly take off chasing after it.

Inanna and her falcon, Bruce, were inseparable. Everywhere Inanna went, Bruce followed. By foot or flight, Bruce never lost sight.


Katie Menace of the Coliseum

**Katie Menace of the Coliseum**

I am a warrior from head to toe

And from heart to soul

I was born ready to fight

My sword moves at the speed of light!


Charles Paragon of Warlocks

It all started so well. Charles was on his way to becoming a top Warlock. Alas as it turns out, he developed an allergy to magic and could not bring himself to cast any spells without becoming truly sick to the stomach. So he had to give up all magic. Now, anyone else may have just become one of the common folk but Charles was determined to stay in the 'adventure' field and with that he re-trained himself as a warrior instead. With his trusty poleaxe, he was a decent one too.

Once other warriors found out he was a former warlock and as he sometimes brags, a very good one too, he then become known, perhaps mockingly as a Paragon of Warlocks, a name he carries proudly.

Along the way, his trusty companion Ultramarine Rhinoceros Beetle continued hanging out with him even after he no longer did magic.

There is a wizard healer druid whom once saved his life and though he has never said this to her, his heart pines for Setsuko. So much so, he has even gone to lengths of having his outfit in similar colour. Perhaps one day he will come across her again and then, who knows, he may even be brave enough to declare his love.


Sorcerer Remus of the Canyon

**++The Making of Sorcerer Remus++**

Before Remus could speak back, he started to float and everything around him disappeared, flying into a stream of nothingness. It was now pitch black and he heard an echo, "You are strong and kind, Remus. Please save my lost wizards."


Lewd Revenant Apollo of the Brimstone Havens

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# FIRE & BRIMSTONE - NEW BEGINNINGS
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*Whaaaawhat the f%$## did you do Apollo!* shrieks Hemmingway as he peaks out of the ashes, his polar white feathers now covered in soot and dust.

*I told you we shouldnt be playing around with those Kobolds* he scoffs. Hemmingway takes a split second to look around the room before darting upwards to assess the full damage.

Apollo was still sitting down after the initial explosion and starts chuckling to himself. As he was laughing, he heard a weird rattle like sound.

*Errr, those those sound like.* Apollo looked down and burst out laughing.

*Im a bloody bag of bones* he shouted as he started to dance around showcasing his new look to bewildered onlookers. Apollo noticed the spectators and upped his attention seeking, performing some questionable standup all while enjoying the mixed reactions from the crowd (the kobolds were not a fan).

Hemmingway was growing tired of Apollos positivity in their newfound situation as the realisation of what they did to those Kobolds starts to seep into his mind. With dread stricken across his sleek white beak he flies over to Apollo and pulls him away.

*Are you forgetting what the hell just happened back there? he pants.*

If they find out why we were down there we are going to be murdered, and not to mention but those other poor wizards. Hemming started to look down.

Why did you have to kill them Apollo?....

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted as a large fireball hit the wall next to them, exploding in a hot white flash that scorches wizards standing nearby.

A booming voice starts to slowly get louder as the crowd start to whisper and the rumour spreads of who is coming down that dusty cobble street.

It was him.


It was him.

To be continued (or not)

**OxApollo**


Diana Calamity of the Range

# **Diana, Calamity of the Range** -                                               Page 1 of ??

Out of 6 traits, 4 of them are in *Affinity*.
Her Traits are:

 -- Rune of Mercury
 -- Titan Cleaver
 -- Triangle Shield
 -- Surd Armour
 -- Spring Warrior
 -- Null Goat

**Diana, Calamity of the Range** is currently residing in the northern parts of the Runiverse near Skylord Rookery with her pet goat Haze.

She is one fierce warrior who should not be taken lightly. Diana is training night and day to become one of the strongest warriors the Runiverse has ever seen. Word has it that there are some sacred beasts and dangerous creatures lurking amongst us that must be stopped.

When they do reveal themselves, you can be sure to count on her to slay any who get in her way.

*To be continued...*


Artificer Jack of the Wood

# WANTED: Artificer Jack of the Wood

On All Hallows Eve, 2021 the Great Burning took place at The Secret Tower. Artificer Jack was sentenced to be burned but escaped using his *Bag of Tricks*. Along with Jack, several magical items disappeared from the Secret Tower that night.

Since last All Hallows Eve, 628 Wizards have been burned. Some were transformed into *Forgotten Souls* while others were reduced to piles of ash. None of the stolen magical items have turned up.

Jack hasn't been seen since he escaped from the Secret Tower but rumor has it he is trying to acquire the rest of the *Sacred Flames*.

Nobody knows what is in Jack's *Bag of Tricks* but maybe one day he'll be captured and the Runiverse will finally find out.

The only known way to summon Jack back to the *Secret Tower* is if the result of the *Forgotten Die* roll on All Hallows Eve is the *Rune of Air*.


Gabe Protector of Imps

# Gabe, Protector of Imps

Gabe had a special relationship with Imps since he was a child.

He always preferred to play with Imps instead of his own race.

He trained and trained until he became a powerful warrior.

Gabe and his hyena's main focus is, to protect the Imps. They will die if needed.

They roam around the Swarm looking for enemies.


Aloros Ruin of the Rock

Aloros is a simple man. Born with no special powers, no special skills, and no special name. He makes his way in this runiverse fixing odds and ends, completing small quests for those more affluent in mind and coin. He simply enjoys swinging his sword, and collecting his coin.


Asmodeus Crumbler of Mount Titan

## Asmodeus Crumbler of Mount Titan

Asmodeus and his little companion,Paul the Pig, loved having fun in the muddy wet Mountains of Mount Titan. They rolled around and wrestled in the dirt and mud, not having a worry in the world. When they cleaned up and ventured out into the world, they brought along their Iron Hammer to smash things all day long.


Garrison Fiend of Goblin Town

Everyone in Goblin Town knows now to mess with Garrison when he's walking the streets at night. His blue sword on his right hand and Teddy the Goat beside him to his left. No one dared to look Garry in the eye as he was the strongest meanest man in town. His old punk ways of beaten up any random stranger that looked at him were long gone, but he still had some anger in him that he was itching to get out.

Whatever you do when you go into Goblin Town, make sure you avoid Garrison at all costs!!!


Donner Ruffian of Monsters

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### Donner Ruffian of Monsters
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I hate to lose, I'd rather die

I don't speak, only say my battle cry

When I fight it's gonna be to the death

Opponents look at me and I steal their breath!


Poomu Slasher of Flowers

The Flowers fear him, but the lady warriors love him!

Poomu, the Slasher of flowers during the day, the Pounder of ladies at night.

Poomu has always been a ladies man ever since he was a child. Growing up, watching his father pick up lady after lady after lady that he lost count. He learned from the best and now Poomu is taking those skills to another level. As soon as the ladies hear his chainsaw, that's it!, its over, as they rush towards him and ask him to sleep over.


Valentina Striker of Shadows

# New Lore Entry

Raised by Wolves in the shadows of the runes, Valentina adorns the headdress of her fallen brother, who was slayed by the Cold Dark Wicked Knight! Valentina and her noble buffkin Mitch Striker show no mercy in defending all that is good in the runes.  Valentina lives only to honor her brother and take vengeance on that Cold Dark Wicked Knight!


Gulder Masher of the Mist

wen gulder smal goblin, goblin cheef shair **HAM** with gulder after he win big war. gulder lykes **HAM**. gulder want moor **HAM**, but no **HAM** in goblin town. gulder leafs goblin town to find moor **ham**. gulder do funy thingz to git **HAM**, lyke smash kobold skul with bal and chane and tayk there **HAM**. **HAM** iz gud. gulder want moor **HAM**, but no moor **HAM**. gulder mad. gulder smash many warier skulz and stele there **HAM**. gulder want moor **HAM**. gulder think itz tym to start war and tayk all the **HAM** in the werld. war is fun. **HAM** is gud. perfekt plan!


Archmagus Ozohr of the Bastion

Come to think of it, nobody had ever actually *seen* Archmagus Ozohr of the Bastion perform any magic.

Of those that did believe in magic, there was a sneaking suspicion that the title of Archmagus Ozohr actually belonged to the rat.


Witch Rita of the Grotto

### Art by Valeria Cosenza

### Twitter: @ArtbyVale

### Instagram: @art8yval3


Hugh Terror of the Pavillion

Its just one of those days

Where you don't want to wake up

Everything is fucked

Everybody sucks

You don't really know why

But you want to justify

Rippin' someone's head off

No human contact

And if you interact

Your life is on contract

Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker

It's just one of those days

It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit

I think you better quit, let the shit slip

Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip

It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit

I think you better quit, talking that shit

Its just one of those days

Feeling like a freight train

First one to complain

Leaves with a bloodstain

Damn right I'm a maniac

You better watch your back

Cause I'm fucking up your program

And then your stuck up

You just lucked up

Next in line to get fucked up

Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker

It's just one of those days

It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit

I think you better quit, let the shit slip

Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip

It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit

I think you better quit, talking that shit

Punk, so come and get it

I feel like shit

My suggestion, is to keep your distance

Cause right now I'm dangerous

We've all felt like shit

And been treated like shit

All those motherfuckers

That want to step up

I hope you know, I pack a chainsaw

I'll skin your ass raw

And if my day keeps going this way, I just might

Break something tonight

I pack a chainsaw

I'll skin your ass raw

And if my day keeps going this way, I just might


I'll skin your ass raw

And if my day keeps going this way, I just might

Break something tonight

I pack a chainsaw

I'll skin your ass raw

And if my day keeps going this way, I just might

Break your fucking face tonight

Give me something to break

Just give me something to break

How bout yer fucking face

I hope you know, I pack a chainsaw

What!

A chainsaw

What!

A motherfucking chainsaw

What!

So come and get it

It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit

I think you better quit, let the shit slip

Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip

It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit

I think you better quit, talking that shit

Punk, so come and get it


Arcanist Atlanta of the Palms

*<<- Ch 1: Intro to Gimpy*

# Chapter 2: Introduction to A

How does one draw the line between a gift and a curse? Is it a matter of control? Is it a matter of perspective?

Arcanist Atlanta of the Palms was born with an overwhelming psychic sense. It is said that any wizard can access such powers, and many work towards refining them. But for A (as she prefers to be called), it was never a choice.

Growing up, A was convinced that her nearly uncontrollable powers were a curse. Often associated with the Rune of Sun, the light of truth can easily shine too brightly, burning both the seer and everyone she sees. If not for As sun cat Blaze, who shares this same power, she likely would have drowned in dark potions long ago, in effort to cloud her piercing vision.

Inevitably, anyone possessing these abilities must keep their coven relatively small. A is extremely selective about who she allows in her energy field. But those who she does trust, she knows she can trust with anything  and they know they can trust her more than anyone.

It may go without saying that male wizards are particularly problematic for someone as attractive as A, who sees through their overcompensating spells and into their disgraceful minds. The only men who are welcome in her life are those who are in touch with their submissive nature. Most others are terrified of her, even if intrigued  for they know exactly what she is capable of doing with that soul harvester scythe. They know she could slice their dicks and balls right off if they step too far out of line, or think the wrong thought in her presence. While the ritual of castration is generally consensually gifted to good pets like her favorite Gimpy, sometimes, A has no choice but to irreversibly put a wizard in his place.


Fortunately, A is queer as fuck! If any lady wizards or warriors werent at least bisexual before meeting her, well now they are. Her magic is as magnetic to women as it is intimidating to men. There is something about her that pulls in those with a sense of curiosity, those who embrace their authentic selves and are willing to face their fears.

Plus, transparency in relationships makes for the most magical orgies.

So, naturally, As coven is comprised of her lesbian lovers like  Mina and the dedicated submissives who serve them. As a Mistress herself, A also feels a strong affinity with the dominatrix warriors.

But it is clear to them all that the warrior men are packing a little too much bulge that needs to be taken care of, one way or another. Unruly male bulges are at the root of the most deplorable societal problems in the Runiverse  and A can see this more vividly than anyone, whether she wants to or not.

## *Ch 3: Intro to Mina ->>*


Athina Slayer of the Tower

Don't let her beauty fool you! Athina is a bad ass bitch that could slay any dragon coming her way! She perfected her craft with her father, Luthen, every morning from dusk till dawn. She would train all day and night because she wanted to beat all the boys around town. Growing up, Athina would get teased for not knowing how to fight. She would cry every night until she made herself a promise to work on her fighting skills until she was as good as her father, and that she did.


Shroomer Attacker of all that is Evil

Shroomer Attacker of all that is Evil has walked a most interesting path. Originally, he was just Shroomer.

When he was but a wee little fungi, he was visited by a hellish demon from the underworld, a demon spawned from the ancient Demogorgon. However, this demon didn't want to destroy Shroomer. Instead he wanted to tempt the young Fungi to follow him to the underworld and raise him to be the most evil fungi ever to live.

This demon possessed almost unlimited power and should have had no difficulty achieving his mission. But the strangest thing happened, and Shroomer resisted all the temptations, and he did it with ease! It was at that moment that the demon knew he had a problem. A serious problem. He retreated to the underworld to report his discovery to his masters.

Shroomer morphed into "Shroomer Attacker of all that is Evil" and to this very day he roams the land extinguishing evil wherever it rears its ugly head. There may yet be evil that gives Shroomer a problem, but no one has discovered it yet!


Ash Basher of Nothing

# Lore of Ash Basher of Nothing

Ash Basher of Nothing, an East Side Pipe Wrench in one hand and a Shield of the Sun in the other is all he needs to wreck absolute destruction on the enemy. This Warrior has been fighting battles for ages.

He is known to his fellow warriors as "The Red Fury" for his all-out fighting style. One particular battle he single-handedly took down more than 20 enemies which helped win the war.

His Azure Raptor companion has always been fighting at his side. Despite not being particularly strong, his cleverness and agility complement Ash Basher's incredible strength.

_"Know thyself, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories"_


Lorcan Madcap of the Savannah

# Lorcan Madcap of the Savannah

Orphan, he was abandoned by his tribe in the desert as a kid, he was discovered by a hyena who raised him like his own child. He learns all the secrets of the desert from the hyena pack and now the sand has no secret for him.

Now, he wanders in the desert with a hyena to find his tribe and discover why the have abandoned him.


Battle Mage Eric of the Cosmos

*Eric was a masterful magician with magical powers. With Brownie by his side and a Midas Rod for his magic, he felt like he could take over the world. All his battles were full of magic, castings spells on his enemies without them even noticing.

He has to be careful though, since his powers are getting too strong. Eric knows he needs to learn how to contain it before things start to get out of control.*


Roddrick Poker the Rune Raiders

# Roddrick Poker the Rune Raiders

There lies in the distance a soldier by the name Roddrick Poker.

We've heard stories about him. He goes from different areas of the Runiverse and challenges the leaders of each sector to poker duels. He hasn't lost a poker game once.

The deal he makes with those he challenges is that the loser must lose their souls.

Once the poker game is over, Roddrick's trusty rattlesnake makes sure the loser cannot get away.

That axe he carries has taken the souls of many, with many more to come.

It is said that the only thing that can stop Roddrick's reign in the Runiverse is a **royal flush.**


Pippa Champion of the Wood

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### Pippa Champion of the Wood
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My mind constantly lets me improve

In just seconds I learn your every move

Unbeaten in every type of ring

I have the ability to sleep you with one swing

Always looking to get to the next level

Even though I've already slain the devil

Toe to head I am a warrior!


Archmagus Zelroth of the Inferno

# Lore of Archmagus Zelroth of the Inferno

Wizard of infinite wisdom, beyond comprehension. Commands great power through long-winded incantations.

His intentions are unknown. The bell will ring, the frog will squeak but only time will tell...

To be continued...


Serge Apocalypse of Wizards

# Serge, Apocalypse of Wizards

> there is no waste here |
> the earth gives and takes my dear |
> energy transfer

> *Titan Cleaver*
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> preserve us only |
> mycelium branches for cause |
> purpose or duty

> *Green Aspis*
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> *coming soon*
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Tyson of the Swamp

Tyson of the Swamp was once a great samurai warrior, revered by all who knew him. But Tyson's downfall came when he succumbed to his alcoholism. Tyson's drinking led to his family being killed, and his own life spiraling out of control. He eventually lost everything he held dear, and his once great reputation was tarnished. Now, Tyson is a shadow of his former self, a broken man who wanders the swamp, haunted by the ghosts of his past.


Valentina Defeater of all that is Evil

Valentina is the true Defender of all that is Evil indeed. She was born into royalty, into a far far away land near Alessars Keep. Her mother and father had great expectations for her: marry a prince, and bring healthy royal children into this world. However, when she was 16, her father was mortally wounded in front of her own eyes when their castle was attacked by rival kingdoms. Her father, while taking his last breaths, made her the guardian of the Sud Armor. Valentina made a vow of silence: she would punish those who attacked her family, and would not speak until they would be brought in front of the justice tree. This experience marked her for life. Valentine now wielding the Stratioti spear her father left behind after his death, made her life mission to always remind the citizen of the country: that peace and justice will always prevail.


Miles Demolisher of Goblins

Miles had always been a bit of an oddball. He was never one for following the crowd and always marched to the beat of his own drum. So, when he started demolishing goblins day and night with his cherry bomb while only wearing underwear, it didn't surprise his friends and family one bit.

What did surprise them, however, was his steadfast dedication to the task. Miles would go out every night, sometimes not returning home until the early hours of the morning. And always by his side was his trusty baboon.

No one knew why Miles had taken up this strange hobby, but they all knew better than to ask. That was just the kind of person he was. But whatever his reasons, there was no denying that he was damn good at it.

As the months passed, the number of goblins in the area dwindled. And Miles showed no signs of stopping. If anything, he seemed to be getting even more obsessed with the whole thing.

One night, after yet another long night of goblin hunting, Miles finally came home and collapsed into bed, exhausted. His baboon jumped up beside him and snuggled into his side, as if to say 'good job, master'.

And Miles, finally at peace, fell into a deep and much-needed sleep.


Archmagus George of Arcadia

George the Wicked Wizard lived in Arcadia and was always practicing his water spells with Tails, his albino rat. He was always trying to find new ways to use his water magic to harm warriors. One day, he came across a book that talked about using water magic to create a giant whirlpool. He was so excited to try this out that he immediately started practicing.

Soon, he had perfected the spell and was ready to use it on his next victim. He waited for a warrior to come by, and when one finally did, he cast the spell. The warrior was immediately sucked into the whirlpool and drowned. George laughed evilly as he watched the warrior's body floating lifeless in the water.


Dexter Striker of the Jungle

As a young boy, Dexter was always fascinated by the stories of the jungle warriors. He would sit for hours listening to the elders speak of their exploits, dreaming of one day being a warrior himself. When he was old enough, he set out into the jungle to find his destiny.

For years he wandered, learning the ways of the jungle and honing his skills as a warrior. He soon became known as the most fearsome fighter in the land. No one could stand against him in combat.

One day, he came across a beautiful woman being attacked by a wild animal. He fought off the creature and saved her life. She was so grateful that she offered to show him a secret place in the jungle where he could find true happiness.

She took him to a hidden lagoon where they made love under the light of the full moon. From that night on, Dexter knew he had found his true home. He built himself a hut near the lagoon and vowed to protect it and its inhabitants for the rest of his days.


Buster Paragon of the Mountain

Buster was known as the defender of the sea. His turtle named Spiky followed him into battle as they protected the easternmost coast of the isle. He was a well respected admiral who had fought in countless wars with his companion by his side. He wields a mighty weapon that has been said to part the sea. He also has the power to communicate with the sea creatures, making him one with them at his core. He defends the sea from all who dare to disrupt its harmony.


Archmagus Oberon of the Light

# A force for good

### Oberon is the Archmagus of the Light, and is one of the most powerful magicians of the land. He is a master of runes and has a siren bell that can summon great sound magic. His sidekick is a white psychic bunny who helps him with his magical studies and keeps him company.

### Every morning, Oberon meditates for an hour to focus his mind and prepare for the day ahead. He then spends several hours studying his runes and practicing his magic. In the afternoon, he often goes for a walk in the forest near his home. Many animals are drawn to him and he enjoys their company. In the evening, he relaxes in his study, reading or working on his latest experimental runes and spells.

### He lives a  simple life, but it is a life that is full of magic. His friends and allies know that they can always count on Oberon to be there for them when they need him. He is a powerful force for good in the world and will always fight for what is right.

### Danger always lurks in the shadows, but Oberon is never afraid to face it. He knows that his magic is strong enough to protect him and those he cares about. He will always stand up to evil, no matter what the cost.


Auberon Villain of Domination

# Villain of Domination

Not all are free. Most think they have control, but they're still subservient to one system or another. It's not a choice. It's our unfortunate reality.

The *Villain of Domination* is the defender of those who are dominated, belittled, brought down, forced into submission. **I am the villain to all who abuse power.**

Why wear a mask? Why conceal my identity? Maybe I have power to lose. Maybe my face melted off. Maybe I have no face. Maybe someone stole my face right off my head. Maybe so, maybe not.


Nitro Antagonist of Nature

# Prologue

*Where are my pants?*

The girl from the village was sitting up in the bed, sheets clutched in a bundle, fearful eyes pleading for his protection. Of all the ways to be interrupted in the act, this was a new one.

*Where are my pants?*

The shouts of the men outside grew louder as they fought off whatever incursion from the jungle was trying to swallow them this time. Theyd come here to hunt the beast spawn wreaking havoc on the outer villages. Wizards just couldnt leave the gate alone - they summoned their beasts - and now those beasts were causing trouble.

*Where are my pants?*

The screaming grew louder and more desperate. There was no time. He grabbed his axe. Ha-ha, to me! His trusty hyena ran out with him to join the fray. Nitro, Antagonist of Nature had beasts to slay.


Archmagus Hadrien of the Secret Fire

# Archmagus Hadrien of the Secret Fire

You see, Hadrien wasn't always the Archmagus, nor was he always a disciple of the Secret Fire. His life started
oh so humbly as a farmer's son in the small village just outside Goblin Town. He grew up learning the meaning and
value of hardwork, but the farm was frequently pillaged by raiders and theives, and Hadrien often wondered why they got to get
off so easy, while he had to do all of the hard work!

Eventually, the raids got more violent, and ended up taking the life of his mother and father. Hadrien, exhausted
and emotionally drained, quietly buried his family on the property, before taking what little he owned and heading
out into the great unknown.

His journeys would see him all over the Runiverse, but eventually Hadrien would end up taking up residency in an
abandoned mage's tower along the coast of the Alchemist's Archipelago. Here he would spend almost a decade pouring
over the tomes left behind, absorbing as much as he possibly could.

Eventually, Hadrien would learn all he could from the little library, but it was not enough. It was almost as if he
was born to be a wizard. He picked up each new spell quicker and quicker, and before too long, he would be able to
cast a spell just by watching another cast it.

This would lead the prodigal wizard on a quest for ultimate knowledge. Traveling to all corners of the realm,
learning every scrap of magic he came across, Hadrien was determined to unravel the secrets of existence. To help
him further the cause, he established a small coven of wizards and called them the Order of the Secret Fire.


He would only enlist the finest magic-users in the ream, and together they would record and and safeguard their
secrets from the rest of the world. Inevitably, Hadrien began to lust for eternal life, and spent a great deal of
time chasing down half-truths and rumors about fountains of youth, eternal gardens, and other ways to artificially
expand one's lifespan.

Charging into caves, dungeons, forests, anywhere a secret could hide, Hadrien explored it. (This had the unintended
effects of getting the most comprehensive map of the realm to date) But, as it goes, eventually his endless pursuit
paid off, and he stumbled upon the ravings of a mad alchemist who had claimed to have distilled the essence of the
Philosopher's Stone.

Though the alchemist was mad and clearly not stable, Hadrien wanted this with such passion, he couldn't just ignore it!
It didn't take him long to discover the old caves that the mad alchemist had taken up shop in.

While the cave itself was very unexciting, it was what the cave held that made the trip worth it. Discarded among the
garbage of the previous inhabitants was a small, leather-bound tome. The pages of this tome held the descent of the
mad alchemist, but in these ravings was a very clear description of how to obtain the essence of a Philosopher's Stone.

The moment Hadrien realized what he had, he immediately returned to his tower, where he spent many days and nights
attempting to perfect this potion. While alchemy wasn't really his strongest suit, he was no stranger to perseverance.
It was only a matter of time before the potion was perfect, and immortal life would be within grasp!


With very little hesitation, Hadrien quaffed the potion (with much gusto). Expecting a flash of bright, he was only met
with a tiny poof of smoke and a strange tingling sensation. It felt as if someone had gently reached into his soul and
pulled out all of the hurt, the sadness, the things that made him unhappy, and sent it all away.

This was actually Hadrien's soul splitting into two. The potion, while granting him immortality, it also separated
the evil and the good, creating two separate (but equally handsome) Hadriens. Good Hadrien would be unaware for quite
sometime that there was an evil doppelgnger out there, and would go on to become a wandering healer, helping any who
may need it.


# Archmagus Hadrien of the Secret Fire

With very little hesitation, Hadrien quaffed the potion (with much gusto). Expecting a flash of bright, he was only met
with a tiny poof of smoke and a strange tingling sensation. It felt as if someone had gently reached into his soul and
pulled out all of the hurt, the sadness, the things that made him unhappy, destroyed everything else and put it right back
inside, leaving him with nothing but hatred in his heart.

This was actually Hadrien's soul splitting into two. The potion, while granting him immortality, it also separated
the evil and the good, creating two separate (but equally handsome) Hadriens. Evil Hadrien would immediately flee the cave,
not realizing what had happened.

Scared, in pain, and filled with the hatred of a thousand wars, Hadrien lashed out to the world around him. Burning entire
forests, ransacking villages, dismantling entire kingdoms, in an attempt to quell the raging anger within. Of course, nothing
could satiate the hunger because he was, in essence, hatred incarnate. Until he reunited back with his other half, he would
only know pain.

Everywhere he went, a shroud of darkness followed, plummeting many places into eternal darkness. There was no rhyme or reason
to the chaos. Well, not at first anyway. Flitting from realm to realm, stealing as much light and happiness as possible. This
would go on for what felt like eons (but really was just a few weeks).


Eventually, because of the great swathes of chaos he was sowing, the Greater Chaos Elemental would find interest in Hadrien
(the evil, but equally good looking Hadrien). Being a literal manifestation of Chaos, the elemental was able to help Hadrien
calm his bloodlust and rage, in exchange for swearing fealty to the Chaos Realm.

Hadrien was quick to agree, if for no other reason than to quiet the raging typhoon of emotions flurrying in his head. The
binding ritual ensured that Hadrien and the Greater Chaos Elemental would be bound for eternity.

While the elemental fully intended on taking over Hadrien's body and mind, it was unprepared for the sheer willpower Hadrien's
consciousness exuded. It was only a moment or two before Hadrien had completely consumed the Greater Chaos Elemental, and
gaining incomprehensible power and control over the Chaos realm.

The ritual ended successfully and the two were bound as one. Hadrien's power expanded beyond mortal comprehension, as he
essentially became the new Greater Chaos elemental. Though this would mean he would need to spend time in the Chaos realm
to survive, he would able to come and go as he pleased...

Excited at having finally achieved immortality and infinite power, Hadrien set off in search of one last adventure...baking.


Cleric Maia of the River

# Cleric Maia of the River

"Rakali!! Get back here!!" Maia yelled, as she took off after the adorable little water rat. The very same little rodent who had gotten into the cheese stores and got her in trouble just earlier that week.

"The nuns will be so mad, Rakali, please come back!!" Maia pleaded, half-heartedly, knowing the battle was already lost. She
continued to sprint after the water rat as hard as she could. Normally he'd only run a few feet from monastary's walls, but
today was different. Oh, today was very different indeed.

Eventually, Rakali slowed down and allowed Maia to catch back up, but not before he lead her far away from the monastery and
the lands surrounding. Maia didn't even realize it had gotten dark until she finally picked up the little troublemaker.

"Whatever will I do wit-" Maia's words stopped suddenly as she raised a single finger to cover Rakali's little rat mouth.
Until now, she hadn't noticed, but she had managed to stumble into a hellcat's feeding ground, and the hellcats were not very
happy to see her.

Not only did Maia and Rakali find a hellcat feeding area, but they found the whole den. Unfortunately for Maia, the hellcats
were very, very hungry. Fortunately, however, it had just been pouring rain and there were plenty of puddles everywhere!

Now, the reason this is exciting is because Maia is a practicing cleric of the river. She is one of a few unique mages who can
naturally command the element of water with almost no training needed. Though definitely not the best of her kind, Maia's
quick wit allowed her to defuse the situation very quickly.


As the hellcats leaped to attack, they were pelted on all ends from numerous raindrops. From the trees, the ground, other
animals (yes, Rakali too), the little darts of water pelted the cats until they turned tail and fled. With this, Maia scooped
up the troublesome rat and decided the 3-hour walk home was probably worth it.

While trudging through the dark back home, Maia had noticed something glinting in the water rat's mouth.

"Now what is this, you silly thing??" She asked aloud, as she inspected the glimmering object. Why, it looked like a skeleton
key! But what in the realms could this possibly go to??

This was a question Maia wouldn't get an answer to, at least until she left the monastery for good. Which, thanks to Rikali,
would be happening sooner rather than later...


Arch-Magician Aldus

# Arch-Magician Aldus

Have you ever heard the triumph of Arch-Magician Aldus? I thought not. It's not a story the wood nymphs would tell you.
It's a gnome legend. A pretty awesome one, at that!

So, who is Aldus, you ask? Fabulous question! He was the greatest gnomagus to have ever lived. Well, he's still alive, if we're
being quite honest. The thing is, Aldus went off the deep-end many many moons ago (so the story goes) and no one's really
sure where he buggered off to!

But before buggering off, he really left behind quite a legacy. Though a gnome, he only ever spoke in Kobold, and regularly
kept kobold companions, much to the chagrin of literally every other gnome. Kobolds were known for snacking on gnomes, and
Aldus showed no remorse for those that got munched on. So you can imagine, many gnomes got ganked.

He was also the foremost expert on the mating rituals of a very specific species of symbiote. While there was none in the
realm even remotely interested in this knowledge, he diligently set forth, determined not to let a thing like "necessary
research" get in his way! He never did publish his findings, but he was trusted at his word.

What really made Aldus special was the love he had for his family, above all else. Though his offspring were also kobolds
and tended to eat everything, he was quite proud of them, and would often show them off to friends and other gnomes. This
may or may not have resulted in a few large-scale wars among the gnomes, but what's a little bloodshed in the name of your
kobold family?


It's very important to note that even though Aldus was very loyal to his kobold compatriots, the kobolds as a species really
weren't too fond of him either. In many kobold villages, there was a wanted sign with his face (often insisting dead, not
alive).

Eventually, Aldus would go on to settle down in the fungal forests of the Fey. And while he wasn't really welcome in the Fey,
his kobold companions made sure no one could get close enough to complain. Overall, establishing quite a fantastic legacy,
and giving gnomes...well giving them something.

Really, the question is, who wasn't Aldus?!


Grumel Eidolon of Thieves

# The Lore of DEEZ NUTS
DEEZ NUTS comes from a long line of unsuccessful degenerate wizards. He left his family at the age of 13 and spent 5 years in wetlands, where he ate shrooms and saw the universe as it really was.

After 5 years of complacent isolated tripping, he decided he was ready to face society again and put his magic to the test


Alchemist Junko of the Road

Junko of the Road lived in a cabin near the ocean. She was a lonely creature, not trusting humans or wizards. Her only companion was an Onyx wolf named Lupa, a wolf Junko had rescued when she was a pup. Both loved living on Aldos Isle: this little piece of land gave them the anonymity they both craved. The island was quiet and secluded, filled with magical ingredients that could be used for potions. However, some old temples from previous civilizations were left behind on the island. One had to be careful when adventuring, who knows when a trap could accidentally be sprung?

While those two companions might have looked gentle and lived a peaceful and simple life, their past was quite the opposite. Junko may have started her life as an innocent on the road but before long she was working for dark wizards. She helped them rise to power by providing them with potions, elixirs, and dark spells.

Her favorite potion? Nightshade. While the sweet name of this elixir might sound innocuous, the active ingredient was very deadly. She could rob a wizard of their power, absorb it, then they would die a slow and painful death. After realizing what damages her potions created into the world, Junko had a revelation: potions could be used to do good, they could cure ailments. She and Lupa moved to the island where no one could ever use her magical art to hurt another human again. She lived out her life brewing and discovering new potions, her favorite activity.


Gorgah Beheader of the Obelisk

Almost every waking hour of Gorgah is spent in his dark and damp chambers hidden within a cave in the far flung corners of his nation. He is kept company by Salom, his extremely rare red leopard. Not much is known of his daily regimen but legend has it that his helmet has never been taken off.

The few times in a year that Gorgah leaves his chambers is during the yearly execution. For decades, he has been the Beheader of his nation and has sworn to fulfill this duty until the end of his days. He goes about this duty like clockwork. He leaves his chambers days in advance to reach the venue of his duties and after several swift slashes of his weapon to fulfill his job, he immediately starts making his way back to his chamber as he patiently waits for his next call to action.


Illusionist Aleister of the Oasis

# Lore of Illusionist Aleister of the Oasis

## Composition

>
> **Eternal Rose**, eternal love
> !magic is what is made of
> make of it what it may,
> it's what keeps the enemy at bay

|-

>
> **Golden Toad**, golden glow
> oh, how your beauty you show
> always there never afar
> forever my shining star

|-

>
> **Rune of Cinnabar**, protector of the soul
> it is you that keeps me in control
> bless the power of the arcane arts
> you will forever live in our hearts

...


Archer Ruin of all that is Evil

# Chaos and Ruin

Archer Ruin hails from far beyond the realm of runes. A warning to those who cross his path; he holds live munitions in his steady hand. Sporting a look of constant apathy to the destruction and demolition he executes along his path through the realm.

Do not engage with Archer Ruin. Many have tried, few have survived.

He has come to destroy... to bring ruin to the runes.


Riley Apocalypse of the Dawn

# Riley Apocalypse of the Dawn

The hunting legend.

Riley was born into a royal family lineage. Rumours have that when he was born, his pet eagle flew down, and since then have always stayed but his side, joining him in hunts. His skills are the best in his kingdom, and at times, his weapon which was handed down by his dad, glowed with magic.

> Riley:
> *"Run while you can, before I hunt you down by dawn"*


Alex Axe of Komodi

# Goblin Stew

These naked branches
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Of winter, spent
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May appear
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Inelegant
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But to a wizard, to a warrior
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An intrepid chef:
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A provisional first step
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Titan Sorrow of the Coliseum

# Artificial Intelligence

Within this world
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They said
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There's the living and the dead
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The winning and the losing
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The wise and the foolish, but
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Of the dead, the lost, and fools
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Who isn't?
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Magus Kingsley of the Wood

# Citadel Secrets

Technology will allow us
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(Beyond finite, we trust)
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To live perfect, godly lives
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(Above need, we strive)
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Without denying our natures
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(Ever yearning for labors)
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Durden Protector of Imps

# New Lore Entry
A warrior and a wizard walked into the house together...


Archmagus Apollo of Arcadia

# Refresh

Too old to sleep in
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Too young to sleep early
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Sleep, time
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Enemies, worthy
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Enemies kept as
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Friends close by
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Sowing just enough from sleep
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To reap enough from time
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Wild Mage Xiaobo of Elysium

# The Wild

Lone tree, full bloom
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Rolling fields
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Room enough to
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Have friends
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But the sky and clouds
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And green and ground
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Look so distant
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Alyssia Striker of the Berg

We caught up with Alyssia Striker of the Berg after her most recent battle where she single-handedly defeated 4 warriors.

Alyssia you were magnificent, even with their broadswords and a longbow they were no match for

There's no one that can match me. My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want your heart, I want to eat his children. Praise be to Angelic Dotta!

And there she goes. Who else will she devastate with nothing but her shield and fist.


Gorgah Guardian of the Arc

# Hope Before Fear

Guarding the Arc was a privilege for Gorgah. It didn't matter to him that his fate was already sealed to protect the Arc for the rest of his life. What mattered most is ensuring that the he kept Goblins and Kobolds far away from here. After all, Gorgah swore an oath to his master, @wizard1234, that he would seek to protect. *Hope before Fear*, he would hear his master mutter to himself countlessly throughout the day. Upon swearing the oath, @wizard1234 provided Gorgah with Prism Armor, which allows unescorted entry to Hue Master Pass and the Arc itself.

Gorgah couldn't get a recent encounter out of his mind. A very cold, but nice wizard by the name of @wizard6136 was passing through and all but payed no attention to the beautiful landscape of the Arc. @wizard1234 greeted @wizard6136 with a kindness that made Gorgah wonder if they had some history. Gorgah was tasked with escorting the wizard down toward the southern point of the Arc, to set him off toward Goblin Town. This wizard was determined to find something there, but wouldn't say what.

Upon leaving, @wizard6136, told Gorgah "It's the journey, not the destination. I will see you again, soon."

Gorgah couldn't help but ponder this statement. Was @wizard6136 implying that there is more to his world than protecting the Arc and serving his master? And why is he coming back to see me?

Gorgah turned back to head toward the Arc and in the distance could see commotion and a heavy, black smoke in the air at his master's residence. Without missing a beat, Gorgah used his Omega Rune to activate his Prism Armor and channeled the Arc's energy in order to quickly make it back.


In his mind he heard himself saying *Hope before Fear*.


Adira Ruffian of the Hell Chamber

Pain is part of Adira's mantra.

One cannot build a gracious world without enduring delightful pain, she says.

She loves her sword, but she loves more her whips collection.


Sorcerer Eden of Limbo

# New Lore Entry for Sorcerer Eden of Limbo

Necro Frog Poppy of the Mist and Sorcerer Eden of Limbo open one of the locks to the 7th Realm

> *by BVF and Wise Sam with all credit due to Wise Sam for his magical animation work*


Archmagus Aleister from the Abyss

# The Lore of Archmagus Aleister from the Abyss

Archmagus Aleister lives to the North of The Sacred Pillars in a remote part of a vast snowy Vasyugan Taiga forest in his own little Solitude Lair. He withdrew from mundane life after fulfilling his biggest dream  creating what became widely-known as Myth of The New Year Wizard.

Throughout his life, Aleister had been known as a promising and talented wizard capable of pulling up enormous amounts of energy  literally out of nowhere. Being optimistic and ever-cheerful to everyone around him, even in the darkest hours, he was always able to recover from what seemed to be the final failure, bouncing off all obstacles and turning inevitable losses into spectacular wins. That is why most of his friends and opponents started calling him Aleister from the Abyss, for his incomprehensible, almost \_magical\_ ability to rise from the Abyss itself.

The Magnum Opus which earned him the title of Archmagus was not an invention or spell, but rather the result of fulfilling the biggest dream Aleister had the creation and promotion of the Myth of The New Year Wizard.


Aleister was always looking to change the World for the better, making it a bit more comfortable and a good place to be for everyone. After a long time of planning and consideration, he decided that Hope and Belief in Wonder are ever-scarce resourcesand that, in general, anything he works on should be aimed at providing more of it. After long years of thinking, designing, debating his ideas with his friends and testing early concepts he arrived at the concept of giving away little presents for young children, to spark the belief that anything is possible. A one-time event wouldn't have done it, because children, as talented and optimistic as they are, tended to grow upand, growing up, most of them tended to lose that feeling of Wonder. So instead Aleister decided to set a periodic tradition of gifting little children and to make it permanent. He chose the end of the calendar season to have a robust reference point, which could sustain any cultural changes and was easy to communicate and spread among people. But the core idea was just the tip of the iceberg.

The Spell of Perpetual Childrens' Gifts Conjuring was a piece of cake, compared to building up the logistics of gift delivery and communicating the idea to all the nations, races and peoples all over the Infinite Metaverse.

Building an organisation, rules, and systems to deliver and spread the idea of the End-Of-The-Season-Child-Gifts took eons of hard work and lots of help from friends and comrades. It was an operation that needed many different people, entities and creatures to work together, but in the end Aleister was pleased by the outcome that he and his team had reached.

Every young child would get a wonderful present, sparking their belief that anything is possible.


Every young child would get a wonderful present, sparking their belief that anything is possible.

After his arduous labor, Aleister retired to a calm and cozy part of the pine forest. He needed a break from being in the epicenter of events and the mad pace of the work of fulfilling his dream. During the time that he had spent building, he had been a bit afraid of this momenta moment when he had nothing to do and was faced with the scary prospect of figuring out what to do next, asking himself whether he wanted to do anything at all. But Aleister was not Aleister from the Abyss for nothing. He had found a new purpose and a new goal. It was time to leave comfy life at last...


Gage Sword of the Rune Raiders

# Size CHAD the Aladdin warrior

_Aladdinnnn....Aladdinnnn....

Rumours was that Size Chad had his chiselled chin since young, and it was a sign of a true warrior.

> First words of Size Chad as a baby
> *Die by my hands ... MOFO*


Aramastus Ravager of the Pavillion

"The time is never right. Waiting, always waiting"

Aramastus grumbled to himself as he looked at the sign of infinity writ large across the shield on the approaching merchant's cart.
"Always waiting".

It felt as though he had been waiting for days, and indeed, maybe he had been. The time all bleeds into one when you're waiting.
Always waiting.

He was a mere lad, secreted away in the brush and the shadow of the roadside. With the help of his trusted familiar, Merc, they had lain a trap that would surely bring down the poor horse pulling the cart of wares down the muddy and pitted road, giving them the time they needed to do what needs done.

"Sir!" Someone shouts.

Aramastus shakes his head as the present takes it's rightful place in his awareness.

"That was then, and this is now". He thinks to himself
"But the waiting is always the same"

"Sir! You've got to see this!" says the young paige.

Perhaps for now, the wait is at it's end


Kato the Saintly

Kato cannot be corrupted for he is born as a Saint.

No matter what, slice him where you like, Kato stays on the path of light.


Kaggle Cleaver of the Dojo

# Eaglette Dog

Behold through quantum style Gg, invoked by the house of !power and with !might rips his shirt as he lands at Aldo's Isle, uniformly his lips sing softly "Coz I'm an Island boy..."

As Gg approaches a coconut tree weirdly enough he notices a flying dog droning his way. Surprised with an unexpected approach, Gg entertains the creature as he receives kisses from his newly approached dog, but wait, that was no dog licking him... "Waaaat it's a damn beak, what is this magical creature"

... To be continued ...


Harland Shark of the Citadel

# Harland and the Chakram on the Shore

Part human, part shark, Harland is a fearsome fighter for whom the smallest scent of blood triggers a rage frenzy that multiplies his strength, speed, and agility many-fold.

This blind fury can be found nowhere in the eyes of this gentle warrior when he is away from the fight, and he spends most of his days in solitude, daydreaming about the salt air and sound of waves from his childhood.

Hailing from Calistas Citadel on the southern tip of the peninsula, Harland was not born a fighter. His family raised him in a modest stone house in a fishing village just outside of Calistas city walls, where he and his father, Kodrik, wove fishing nets, fashioned spears, and sharpened the chakram blade belonging to his mother, Mora, who was known throughout Rune Country for her legendary fishing abilities.

Hardly a day went by that she didnt return from her expeditions to a crowd of people waiting for her on shore:  Mongers, eager to secure the largest or most exotic sea creatures; gamblers who had wagered on quantity, sizes, and types of fish; and those who had come simply out of curiosity or habit.

Harland longed to join his mother on her daily expeditions, but whenever he raised the prospect to his parents, they nipped the conversation before it could even begin, often exchanging a knowing, dark look between them. He knew it had nothing to do with his water-faring skillshe was second only to his mother in his swimming ability, and could hold his breath under water for nearly ten minutes.


The only hint Harland had received about why this was so came from his uncle Rowan, who, after a night at the tavern, drunkenly made mention of the familys ties to the Ahti, goddess of sea creatures. He would have let more slip had Mora not emptied a pitcher of cold water on his head mid-sentence.

Then one day, his mother didnt return home from her daily catch. The crowd assembled for her return gradually thinned, first the casual onlookers, then the mongers, and finally the gamblers, upset that their wagers could not be resolved, until the only people left were Harland and father, silently staring at the rough Brine Sea under a half moon.

Lets wait at home, Kodrik instructed, then turned toward the village. But just as Harland was about to follow, something washed onto shore: Harland got closer to the object, and as he approached he recognized it to be Moras chakram blade. It was a cherished heirloom in her family and essential to her daily hunt and she would never let it leave her side.

Kodrik turned to see young Harland kneeling on the sand, chakram in hand glistening in the moonlight, and before he could call out to his son, Harland had removed his boots and dove into the water, moving effortlessly under the heaving waves, past the silhouettes of jutting rocks off shore, and towards the depths where Mora might be still be alive. It would be over a decade until Kodrik saw his son again.


Bard Bumble of the Mount

The Kobold explores around the dark caverns of Runiverse, his bell echoing in the depths of the cavern with his bumble pet. The bard screams as soon as he sees the Sacred Flame. He screams with joy, ready to get his head fried into a Kobold skull, they run out of the cave calling for the rest of their family in the Runiverse. They did it, they finally found the Flame.


Archmagus Uvlius of the Event Horizon

# Uvlius of the Event Horizon

Archmagus Uvlius of the Event Horizon had a normal life into old age, but following a near death experience he found he had incredible powers that allowed him to survive, and much more.

After training under one of the most legendary wizards of the Runiverse, he now wanders the world, joining up with fellow travelers to do good and thwart evil.

Empowered with the power of lightening and the ability to command serpents, Uvlius is feared throughout the Event Horizon.


Mystic Silas of Xanadu

# Mystic Silas of Xanadu

Silas carries a strange book with him at all times. Nobody knows the content of this book, for it is written in an arcane language which only Silas speaks.


Calliope of the Steppe

# Calliope of the Steppe

Chief of the muses, with the ability to easily turn foes into Magpies, Calliope channels the mythos of old, harnessing the power of flame and aided by her ember frog and Neptune.


Romulus Impaler of the Realm

Romulus Impaler of the Realm #13486 deployed on the runiverse with one goal and one goal only, to get revenge on the wizard that killed his family. Fighting for his life around the goblin town.

.gg/wingdao


Dwog Guardian of the Wood

## Origin

Sweat. The humidity.

The boy faces his final challenge.
He hears nothing. None of those thousand different sounds of the jungle.

His arm and his spear are one.
The beast just noticed him. The heavy body is turning around, only a shadow.

One try. Quick. A horrible scream.

The spear found its target, a nearly forgotten rune - just behind the beast's ear.

Cold darkness falls upon the boy, but the village will be safe.


Archmagus Silas of the Hollow

# The Lore of Archmagus Silas of the Hollow, Wizard #1084

coming soon...

WIP: https://docs.google.com/document/d/13dL6_CsFTRUvCUluc1_y2E5gfO5nP7qbRuAQvId4ypA/edit?usp=sharing


Wharton Slasher of the Sun

# In search of gold, he found love

Wharton was a conquistador, sent to the New World in search of gold and silver.

He set out from Calista's Citadel, westward, across the Brine Sea.

After days of naivgation, a *terra incognita* was in sight.
After a few days, he and his crew realized that this land was occupied...

At first curious, then friendly, the natives tried to make contact with the conquistador.
One day, Wharton went to the village of the natives.
A great banquet was organized, and everyone celebrated!

This meeting will remain forever marked in his memory: he discovered dishes never eaten before, new magics, which would make any wizard of his continent jealous!

To hell with gold and silver, and long live friendship!

Wharton settled in with the tribe. The jungle was tough, and joining forces was vital.

# With the help of learned calculations, Wharton was able to predict the eclipses that sometimes happened on Runiverse, which earned him the respect of the natives, who now gave him the name "Slasher of the Sun".


Chaos Mage Miyo of the Wood

# Chaos Mage Miyo's Theme Song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAXAstDqdTg

Song created by DreamEater (Twitter: @Dreameaterism)


Allan Ravager of the Coliseum

# Prophecy for lazy Allan

*"Allan? Allan. ALLAN! Get out of bed. Now!"*

>Looks like a typcial start for our untypical warrior that has to fight his way out of the Coliseum and out of his fathers control...

Born and raised in the Arena. Fighting for his life, food, glory and the acceptance of his own gladiator father. You would expect a barbaric young man that can hardly communicate his own thoughts. But not Allan. He was a sensible young man, smart from talking to many strangers behind the curtains that came from all over the world and most importantly: **He was lazy**. He may be the most unfamous warrior of the whole Coliseum because he was always late to his fights and when he was fighting it was rather unspectacular. The crowd did not want to see matches like this. Tactic, some would say. But most believe it was really just his laziness. There was no blood, screams or anything the people love to watch. Just some clever dodging and a few precise attacks that leave the enemy unconscious. Because of his unusual choice of weapons he was flexible despite the thick armor and able to make smart moves that his foes dont see coming.

The Story of Allan was lonely and dark because nobody would see him as a mere human. The people that he started talking to died more sooner than later and most of the time he only got to speak to them once. He was always just a figure that comes into the Coliseum to fight and disappear again until the next match. Working as a mere instrument for his father. His father was trying to escape the Coliseum himself and he saw Allan as a way to repay his debt to the mighty Lords he once loved to gamble with.