Archmagus Akron of the Sun

## Archmagus Akron of the Sun

Born of ignoble lineage the child Akron left both home & family to spend his time in reflection & studies with the ascetics.  As the years passed Akron's curiosity grew beyond the scope of the ascetics compelling the exploration of lands unknown to him.   During his travels through an ancient evergreen forest, the earth gave way beneath his steps causing Akron to fall through a crevice landing unconscious & bleeding.

A faint glow originating from a confused topaz slime dimly lit the cavernous underground.  Forgotten ages ago by an angry master now deceased, the topaz slime stared in disbelief at the limp body strewn over the circular magical barrier formerly entombing him. Watching the life pour out of his sky-fallen savior and feeling the rush of magic returning the slime soul bonded with the unresponsive youth delaying death and unlocking a powerful magic not witnessed in aeons. The neglect from family, disregard of the ascetics, and near death condition provided a rare fertile heart almost empty allowing the topaz slime to enhance and imbue the aching Akron a palpable, amber-scented, golden aura manifested around the pair. The bond between the 2 souls who had saved each other begins the legend of Archmagus Akron of the Sun and his soul bonded familiar the topaz slime named Karma.


Sorcerer Aldus of the Astral Plane

# Sorcerer Aldus of the Astral Plane
~

Aldus is one of the oldest wizards in all of the realms. The most studied scholars estimate Aduls' age at 9,554,948,547,252.38 years old. Many things sag on this ancient wizard-- but his mind remains sharp and supple due to the rigor required to study the cosmos.

~

As a master of the astral plane, Aldus has adventured far beyond the heavens and discovered the power of Uranus. Sorcerer Aldus uses the rune of Uranus to vanquish his foes-- with Uranus, he wipes the stain of evil away so that its foul stench may never again plague the Runiverse! From the bottom of the darkest crack to the top of the tallest mountain, Aldus and his trusty crow Albus fight evil wherever it may be!

~

# STAY AWAY FROM URANUS


Conjurer Zixin of the Villa

second attempt at lore, i will come back and come up with something better.


Battle Mage Dutorn from the Shadow

# BATTLE MAGE DUTORN

**_from the shadow_**

Once every three years, the northern winds rush south, and Dutorn awakens from his deep slumber.

The sacred flame returns to him and calls his heart to beat once again. His feet hit the frosty ground like a warm wave crashing into the ocean shoreline on the night of a full moon. His beard yearns for an icy blanket of protection, and his rabbit calls to him from his burrow in Dutorn's garden.
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The dirt rabbit has many stories to tell. Much has happened since they last spoke and Dutorn knows his trusty companion has a ear or two in every kingdom.


Japser Death of Runes

# The Lore of Japser Death Of Runes

> *by BVF and Wise Sam*


Archmagus Isaac of the Hall

A powerful, yet humble wizard.Known for his proficiency in the magic arts, Isaac was often called upon to aid in relieving a neighborhood illness or to eradicate diseased crops.He had a simple but happy life, a daughter, and a wife. That was until the day tragedy struck. Isaac became reclusive and refused to teach anyonemagic after that day.

Ever since his family's passing, Isaac haseverreliably wandered the halls of a Sanctuary of Magi alone. A single candle lit in hand, surrounded by physical and spiritual darkness.

If you are thinking about how sad and dull this story is, don't fret, our archmage's story does not end here.

One day, after many years of seclusion, Isaac peaked out his window (as he usually does when he hears company and plans to ignore them) to see an unassuming girl marching down the walkway. Small in build with a fiercely beautiful face, nevertheless for she had incredibly furrowed brows.

Isaac could see her pure determination from behind theglass. He hadn't seen anyone approach his door with anything other than pity in some time. Isaac remembered feeling relieved by that.

A hard knock on the door and a "I know you're in there!" compelled Isaac to let in some light. She was his first and only student.
Townsfolk wonder how and why this stranger girl got through to their resident mage. None dared to say it aloud, but some thought the girl looked a little like Isaac's late daughter.


Druid Sabina of the Psychic Leap

Entry 1:
Druid Sabina has been tasked with a special secret mission: to bring plants alive. Alive as in being able to move and follow commands. This mission came from the Dotta and Elf personally, the 2 Head Wizards that lead the High Council of Runiverse. A flying message had flown into her window at midnight requiring Sabina to authenticate her magic signature to prove she was the rightful recipient. She had heard of such message transmissions before, but those were normally reserved for the upmost confidential communications. Who could need to send her such a high priority message?

Once Sabina authenticated the flying message, it flamed up and the still glowing ashes formed the message, Druid Sabina of Psychic Leap, come through the portal for we have a mission for you. Should you not choose to accept, there will be no consequence. Lets speak face to face. Signed, Dotta and Elf. The glowing ashes dulled and fell to the ground, but a portal appeared from the ashes! To be able to craft a complex spell like a portal inside of another magic spell (the flying message) requires skill and capability that left little doubt that the message truly originated from Head Wizards Dotta and Elf.

If the two highest powers of the Runiverse summons you, would you dare turn down the offer to meet? Sabina took a few deep breaths, calmed her mind and stepped into the portal. This was her first time walking into a portal. While portals were not a forbidden art, only the wizards with great magical control could control them properly thus use was limited. Those wizards only used them when necessary. Sabina has heard stories about portals and the disorientation after that. However, she found herself stepping into an unfamiliar room in her next step. It was like she had simply walked through her door into this room. Fascinating!

While her mind adjusted to the new surroundings, she noticed three people in the room. Not two.


Welcome Sabina! We appreciate you taking the trip to come and meet with us. I am Head Wizard Dotta and this is Head Wizard Elf. You can just call us Dotta and Elf. You can drop the titles with us here. I assume you already know @wizard9930? He has spoken highly of you. Come and take a seat. Cup of Kakou tea?
Sabina took a seat at the table, smiled stiffly and gently shook her head Not necessary, thank you. She did know @wizard9930. He is the High Wizard of all Runiverse Forests, but much more so, he was an informal mentor of hers, guiding her Druid journey.

Dotta continued Well then, I apologize for inviting here in the middle of night with no prior notice. It is important that we keep this matter on a need-to-know basis only. Ready? We want you to research on how to bring plants alive. Dotta left those words hanging in the air.

Sabina sat shocked in her seat. A million thoughts ran through her head. None of the three High Wizards were saying anything more to explain. Sensing discomfort from her wizard, Carrie, Sabinas Swamp Bullfrog familiar, hopped out unto Sabinas lap to calm her. Isnt that  one of the forbidden paths? We cant bring the forest to life, they already have life in their own way. . To even bridge them into forest lifeforms will surely be an abomination! Why will the council even consider such a thing! Isnt the High Council suppose to prevent such things from happening in the first place? Sabina blurted out.

All three High Wizards continued to look directly at Sabina. Elf and Baird still have not said a word. After a minute of tense silence, Dotta said, Let me tell you a story.


Sauda Cruncher of the Wild

# Sauda Cruncher of the Wild

This mighty woman warrior

Is someone no one seems to see

She stands tall like a might oak tree

She is not a myth

Neither is she a figure to be ignored

She is someone to be truly adored!


Bronn Disintegrator of the Dojo

# ***Bronn Disintegrator of the Dojo***

_***1.2.3.4.5.69***_


Ice Mage Zelroth of the Berg

Part of Ice Mage Zelroth's routine is to replenish the wood supply in the backcountry refuges that populate the Northern Peaks. The cabins stretched out through the park are often used for research base camp. Few know what's actually going on up here.


Solomon of the Grotto

One day, while Solomon was cooking with his green mushrooms, he began to work on a new spell. This spell was very complicated, and it took him many hours to complete. Finally, when the spell was finished, he placed it in a special cookbook that he kept in his hidden closet

The next day, when Solomon went to his special home to cook with his green mushrooms, he was shocked to see that the cookbook was gone! He searched high and low for it, but it was nowhere to be found.

He was so upset that he decided to go on a journey to find the person who had stolen his cookbook. He traveled for many days, until he finally came to a dark forest. In the forest, he saw a strange creature lurking in the shadows.

The creature was holding his cookbook! When Solomon confronted the creature, it ran away into the forest. Solomon was not going to give up so easily, and he followed the creature deep into the forest.

Finally, he came to a clearing where the creature was hiding. When the creature saw Solomon, it ran towards him, but Solomon was prepared. He cast a spell that immobilized the creature.

Then he took his cookbook


Sharon Poker of Light

Sharon was born to a family of warriors in the heart of the jungle. From a young age, she was taught the ways of the spear and the shield, and how to use them to protect her people from harm. As she grew older, she began to take on more responsibility within her tribe, eventually becoming one of their most respected warriors.

One day, while out on a hunt, Sharon's village was attacked by a rival tribe. In the ensuing battle, Sharon fought fiercely, using her skills to protect her people and drive the attackers back. In the aftermath of the battle, she found a wounded jaguar cub and took him in, nursing him back to health. The two formed a bond that was unbreakable, and from then on the jaguar became her companion in battle.

Together, Sharon and her jaguar friend have defended her village many times, becoming legendary heroes in the process. They are known far and wide as the Poker of Light, and their legend continues to grow with each passing day.


Conjurer David of the Desert

The wind blew across the bare branches of the dead trees, due to the quantum shadow only dead trees were left in these once vibrant woods.

David floated above the dreary woods. He recalled a time long before, before the shadow. He recalled a life as a child playing in the woods, jumping over streams and climbing trees. He continued thinking about old memories, and would likely have continued for a while longer had he not been roused from his memories by a loud caw.

"Huh?" he murmured "What is it?,"

"*cawwwwww*"

"Yes, yes I remember, pay attention."

"*caww*"

Radar was looking at him reproachfully, which he did deserve, but it did look strange on a crow though.

Just as he was about to slip into his thoughts he was once again interrupted but this time by a roar. The roar came from something that was similar to a pterodactyl but with two pairs of wings.

The monster charged forward and opened its mouth but eat David but instead ended up getting smacked with a two ton rock which broke off two of its wings and sent it crashing down on to the ground.


Cryptomancer Shroomer of the Lake

# What Has Shroomer done now?!

@wizard4814, @beast5, @beastspawn13, @beastspawn180, @beastspawn215, @beastspawn237, @beastspawn263, @beastspawn188, @beastspawn45


Nomusa Razer of Nothing

# Nomusa Razer of Nothing

## + Upbringing
Nomusa grew in the village of the unknown. She was sacrificed to the spawned beasts to protect her people.. Or so she tells herself.

## + 15 years later

Growing fickle allegiances of other travelers of the night, Nomusa trusted **NO ONE** but knew it suited her best chance at survival in this ruthless world. Her passion of protecting the  magical land  and it's beasts were far greater a war than just she could accomplish on her own.

## + What's next?
**Freedom** was always the path for this Warrior heart. No home to claim & no ruler to obey to.

To be determined where her journey leads.
Friendship's may blossom @warrior3957?

> *"We have a duty to this land. Protect it from the ruins of those who reign in the power of evil."* - Nomusa


Lucy Lasher of the Wild

# Wrong Barbecue

Wrong barbecue, Lucy panted as she uncoiled her whip from an overhanging branch after swinging across the canal. She hit the ground running, coiling her whip in her hands as she ran. Those wizards have been hitting the potion bottles too hard Morti, she panted to the onyx panther fleeing for its life beside her.

Some golden skeletal wizard and his pals had crashed the barbecue. Which was fine, who doesnt love a few magic tricks at a nice barbecue? But then one of his buddies whispers something into his ear and he just starts screaming about floors. Next thing you know this mad man summons the sacred flame! If thats not crazy enough, he summoned it on top of some poor warrior! That poor guy will never dispatch a dock again!

Lucy couldnt believe her eyes. No warrior had ever been consumed by the flame before! She took a step back and eyed the cockatrice she had brought, thinking maybe some well lashed meat might calm this wizard down, they were known to be cranky when hungry after all. Thats when two other warriors suddenly went up in flame and Lucy bolted. She could hear the screams of her fellow warriors as flesh and armor melted away. She didnt look back.

Lucy made the gates to the Citadel and kept running until she reached the outskirts of the Wilds. Finally slowing, and feeling safe in more familiar territory, she settled on two things: First, she was really hungry and super pissed that crazy wizard forced her to abandon that cockatrice meat. Second, The Runiverse needed to change. Wizards could no longer be left unchecked.

She was going to rebel.

**NEVER FORGOTTEN**


She was going to rebel.

**NEVER FORGOTTEN**

@warrior1009
@warrior11648
@warrior9404
@warrior10079
@warrior10078
@warrior10076
@warrior10080
@warrior3194
@warrior9383
@warrior10077
@warrior13395
@warrior3917
@warrior11937


Alchemist Chiyo of the Valley

# The Lore of Alchemist Chiyo of the Valley

My heart aches as I make this final decision in hopes to spend eternity with you. Forever our souls entwined in death, my love.


Dain Savior of the Grass

# It's Bugbear Season!


Tooka Dissector of the Horde

Tooka Dissector became a hero His adventures and his many victories became the stuff of legend, and he was forever known as the generous and brave warrior


Chubble Exterminator of Glory

# Chubble
## Exterminator of Glory

# Cold dry Eyes, Even colder still Veins.
# I lie in wait, In your moment of Victory, Weighing your Glory.
# I will Exterminate You.
# I will pull your Tongue from Your Skull.


Archmagus Silas of the Hollow

Part II

coming soon...


Enchanter Finn of the Brambles

# The Lore of Enchanter Finn of the Brambles

He isknown as Fin to his friends and kin,  but to the witches and fairies they call him chad, Enchanter finn of the brambles is best known for his ability consume almost as many fairies and wiches asa he does his favorite forgotten tavern brew this is where the witches and faires of the FRWC go to seek out this mac daddy of love making.

Finn is a humble man but other wizards have accused him of wizard supremacy at times as he has a disdain for dragons, bats, and other creaters found in his brambles. The only thing Finn is supreme at is love making. In fact it is well known secret that Finn has fathered over 50% of all the wizards,fairies and witches in the runiverse.

A typical day for Finn is sending the witch from the night before away smiling before picking some fresh fruit from the brambles he hails from , delivering them to his order adresses (where he usually satisfies more than just the stay at homewitches and fairies hunger) hence why its a well known secret. Most wizards dont seem to care as he is a polite enchanting wizard. After delivering his "fruit" to the ladies he heads over to his favorite watering hole the forgotten tavern where its always a good time with his pals and gals. Finn is always fending off the witches and fairies in between his favorite forgotten tavern brew as they wait with baited breath hoping he will pick them at the end of the night to be his bed mate hoping to capture some of his wiz jizz and after he grabs his witch or fairy of delight the rest sigh in sadness and settle for wizards with less than a quarter of Finns love making might.


Many speculate its the frog skin , or the teverns witches brew (his favorite ale) many will never know but enchanter finn of the brambles is a product of his environment the berries are what keeps the witches and fairies flocking to his front door hoping for some of that Finn necter.


Alchemist Baird of the Wood

# The Woodsman

Monster. Imbecile. Timid. Kind. Among those who have seen him wandering the Wood, each person would describe him differently. However, there are a few things everyone can agree on: his language skills are limited, hes not accustomed to other people, and he could use a shower.

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Adept David of the Marsh

The Lore of Adept David of the Marsh

Little is known of David of the Marsh other than tales told by the few who have crossed his path. His magical abilities are quite impressive and he is especially known for his adept use of cloaking spells. He leaves no trace as he moves in silence through the lands.

His origins are largely unknown as he is generally a man of few words. He is believed to have once been a family man who lived peacefully in the marshes of the Runiverse. The stories claim that he lost his family after a Big Potion barrel cart mysteriously exploded near his home. Rumor has it that the day of the accident David was off on a long journey to Goblin Town and returned days later to the charred ruins of his old life.

He now wanders the lands in search of answers accompanied by his companion Fox. He is known to have worked as an assassin, a mercenary, and a body guard in the past. However, his selectiveness with the clients he is willing to serve especially his selectiveness with the targets he is willing to eliminate have caused him to fall out of favor with some of the shadowy guilds that operate across the continent.


Maud Cleaver of Goblins

I cleave and heave. Cleave Goblins for a living. Their intestines fall on top of me. Goblins get ready to shout. I dont have time for their stupid crows and they cant argue. I have a cave to breach. People died so I could have this body. I want it to finish like this. Then I feel a tap on my shoulder. My friend @wizard7484 is looking me straight in the eye.

"Be warned, dear friend" He speaks in a slow nasely voice. "For your every kill brings you one step closer to entering the void."

@wizard7484 looks down at me. "You have fallen in the Shaper's trap. You are now part of the Everlasting. The one thought you now have is to survive as long as possible."

Now there is a knock at my door. I respond. "Enter."

They dont respond. I finally kick the door down. When the door opens a goblin speaks up. "What do you want, you idiot? Im not going in there, you idiot. I dont know any shaper."

I shake my head. I can't let him know what I just did. I know he's right. He can't go in there, but if I can get him to leave, I can go in there myself. I pull my axe back. The goblin cowers. I finally come to an agreement.

"The goblin stands his ground, ready for battle.

@wizard7484 follows me in. I look the goblin in the eye. "You'll need to leave now."

The goblin's face splits in half when my axe hits it.


Runecaster Eden of the Ether

# Runecaster Eden of The Ether

# *"YOU SHALL NOT PASS"*


Artificer Agapito of the Atheneum

Artificer Agapito of the Atheneum #2122

Who is the Wooden Boy with the Solar Staff chaperoned by a Golden Toad?

He is know as Articifer Agapito of the Atheneum!

Know one really knows his real story but many rumors have swirled about his past.

Many have said things like ,  that he can talk telepathically with his toad, and that in some instances the toad is speaking through him.

Are the boy and the toad one in the same?

Perhaps the answer or the secret, can be found in the special magical powers of his Solar Staff.

Claim it , if you dare! Many have tried! All have failed!


Freddie the Stupendous

# Freddie

Frost on the windows, seeping through the cracks of this old and mouldy barn.
Cold lonely nights, waiting for the shadows to finally take over my soul.
The cawing of crows, howls of wolves, echoing in the distant plains.
The creaking of a door opening, shy footsteps, and a careful stare.

Was this the light, the signal to finally give up this useless fight?
Icicles on your robes, carefully holding this magic globe.
Proudly wearing this purple hat, despite your hair tangled in mats.
You were scared, as was I.
You were famished, as was I.
Freezing, shivering, keen to find a place to lie.

I didnt have to glare, didnt have to let you know I too was in despair.
Curled up with care, resisting this hostile winter air.
Alas, I'm just a pony, the darkness teasing me, How enticing would it be.
O take me gloom, I can't see, is this doom or a blindfold.
In this dark room, You approached me.
Huddled, and told me: It won't take thee, this freezing cold.

Born in this dark room, soon to be my wooden tomb.
You gave me strength, you gave me will.
Wont die on this hill, tis but a chill.

Weve never left each others side.
From dawn to dusk, together we ride.
This coldness, I never miss.
I love life, life is bliss.
Years on the road, you made a promise.
The whole Runiverse, I would gaze upon.
On every village door, I would step on.


The Citadels marble paths.
The kobolds muddy baths.
Dream Masters glistening Lake.
O Every path, we will take.

We laughed, we cried.
We fought, with pride.
We marvelled with every stride.
Day and night, tide after tide.

One day, we got away.
The graze of a Fey, innocent, but will slay.
I gallop, neigh, miles ahead I finally lay.
We made it Master, we were almost prey.

I can feel it, I can feel your heartbeat.
What is it, why cant you stand on your feet.
The light in your eyes, it slowly fleets.
The rot on your arm, quick, medicine, you must eat.

Which one do you need?
Master, I plead.
Which one will stop the bleed?

A vague souvenir.
An old memory, now clear.
You once felt like this, oh no my dear..
It won't take thee, this freezing cold.
It's not that time, were not that old.

Everything I would see, Master, you promised me.
I cant be alone, Master, it frightens me.
Deep inside, you know, Im still that pony.

I hold my breath, you hold my mane.
Take my hat, you say in vain.
Ill be with you, through the arcane.
Finish the goal, conquer all plains.

You fade away, I hold my pain.


Archmagus Orpheus of the Keep

RE: RSVP

Thank you for your interest!  Awarded Best Magi Instructor in the North by three Wizarding organizations, Orpheus is indeed as mysterious as he is eclectic.  His familiar Cashmere here; unfortunately most of my duties now revolve around clerical magic.  No, not healing magic, desk job tripe.

If you're indeed still inquiring about attending one of his parties, the wait list is around three to seven months.  Good luck!


Artificer Davos of the Hollow

Davos, a Myrdinn artificer. Or more accurately, a failure of an artificer. These guys, they are supposed to be bearers of Keys ! But Davos, he bears an Orb Staff. And with that, zero runic abilities whatsoever.

This poor Myrdinn does not even have a familiar to support him, no wonder why his peers pick on him all day long : Davos the Hollow, Knock Knock ? Hollow !, Hey Dave, got the key ?... dudes torments never end.

At night, Davos wonders : is it a curse or some greater destiny awaiting ? This Orb staff must reveal its secret, it must be the Key to something he often thinks to himself.

Yet missing guidance and proper knowledge about his device, all Davos is left with is anything but a clue.


Geoffrey Waster of the Rock

On Ethereum block 15241107, Geoffrey Waster of the Rock passed through The Sacred Flame and became a Soul

Go to Lore for this Soul


Grape Jelly Donut

at the end of the tunnel, you reach a large, moldy stone room, dimly lit by an eerie tarnished, but quite ornate, candelabra..

in the center of the room, a smooth cylindrical stand about chest high, perhaps made of ebony, if it is or ever was dark, heavy wood at all.  the sides of the stand seem to have a dark milkiness to them, and the shades within the stand appear to your eye to be..  moving, and shifting slowly..

atop the stand sits a plush, evergreen colored silk pillow.

you can barely make out the runes on the large cylinder stand, but you can tell they are changing as you move closer.

as you creep to within five feet - you see what sits atop the pillow.

a glowing jelly donut.

confused, you see the runes mottle and begin to take a new runic form..

wait, you recognize these runes..  now you can almost hear a groan within your skull, but you are certain your auditory senses heard nothing...

the groan in your head grows more compelling, and you begin to feel the power of its commanding magic..  as you read the runes you realize your folly, as they match the geas now cemented in your skull..  and you are now just another corporeal servant..

***E  A  T    M  E***


Cosmic Mage Voidoth of the Ether

# The Lore of Cosmic Mage Voidoth of the Ether

Voidoth likes death. As in, he really loves it...obsessed really. Not only death, but blood, gore, darkness, black magic, demonic rituals, horror movies, the works. Some might even say he's emo, but you better not say that to his face, lest you find the blade of a scythe swooping down towards your neck. Voidoth's real name is Percy, but that doesn't quite invoke the kind of foreboding, malevolent vibe he desires, so he had it changed at the town magistrate's office.

Voidoth tells everyone he was orphaned at the age of 5, but in truth, both his parents are still alive and in great health. He doesn't return their calls or letters though, and only begrudgingly tolerates the annual holiday family dinner get-together. They always ask him annoying questions every time he sees them, such as "why aren't you married yet?" (no woman is worthy to wed death incarnate), "why is your complexion so pale?" (he spends 2 hours every morning with a professional make-up artist to get it that way), "can I borrow your scythe to chop these carrots for the stew?" (no, the scythe is only for decapitating heads), and "Percy, why do you keep insisting we call you Voidoth?" (fools, that should've been his name from the very beginning). To be honest, sometimes he's tempted to reap them too to rid himself of the nuisance, but his mother sends him a basket of fresh homemade muffins every month, and his father always comes over to fix the plumbing when the toilet clogs, so he tolerates their continued existence...for now.


Voidoth's ultimate ambition is to become the Grim Reaper, the very embodiment of death itself. According to the lore, the only way to ascend to the position is to slay the current Reaper, so Voidoth has been hard at work trying to figure out just how to do that. He knows the Reaper won't go down easily, legend says it has been millennia since that position changed hands, but Voidoth is confident in his own abilities, and in the knowledge that there is no one more suitable for the job than himself. He truly looks forward to the day when he can become even more deathly...plus, he really wants that Reaper scythe, contrary to popular wisdom, size does matter. In the meantime, he has been settling for cosplaying as the Grim Reaper at conventions, which is a pretty easy look for him to pull off since his natural loadout everyday is already halfway there.


Emerson Belligerent of the Alley

Emerson Belligerent of the Alley, slayed many foes who dared to go against him.


Chase Attacker of Giants

# Guardian of the Life Spell Lock

Chase the holy giant whose sole purpose is to guard the relic from the gate. He comes from the long line of warriors trained to watch the Gate of the Seventh Realm.

After the beasts were unleashed and the gate was broken the holy giant was assigned to guard the Lock with the most Sacred emblem, the Life Spell.

Now he carries the eternal shield of love as a sign of his duty.

# The relic he watches

# THE WRAITH THAT WATCHES OVER HIM


Sorcerer Soya of the Psychic Leap

"A key to the 7th Realm is as heavy as an anvil, and requires intense magical concentration just to avoid painful calamity.  On more than one occasion, I have been distracted enough to drop and break a few toes.  Now I wear magical slippers as strong as titanium.  Just ask my familiar Otto about these key drops - unfortunately he had to have his tail regrown by Archmagus Orpheus up North once, and you know how pretentious he is.  Otto almost chose not to have his tail mended.."  Soya Journal, Wednesday, 13:11

"Working with Otto on some conjure mentalism this week.  Summoning useful tools and amenities is draining on my channeling energy.  It's not just about magic - it's about entertainment an convenience.  Otto may never be able to summon a sailboat in the middle of a raging flood - but hey, if you forgot to pick up your favorite nut butter at the market?  Very useful.  TBH if he complains, I just lift the key of the 7th realm again and he pipes down fast."  Soya Journal, Wednesday, 15:12


Marie Marauder of Xanadu

Sometimes the lore we leave unwritten is the most important one that should have been said


Octavius Mincer of the Good Luck Squad

# Octavius Mincer of the Good Luck Squad

_GOOD LUCK SQUAD_

Ocatvius knows only his belief in the *balance of battle*.

That's why he has no affinity for runes. He follows the path of the **Karma-warrior**.
He belongs to the legendary Karma warriors of the *Good Luck Squad*. And he prefers to fight side by side with his best friend @warrior378 !

Octavius wears no armor, he trusts his karma, his luck.
In addition, he usually gets into a wild frenzy and is fully immersed in the fight.

His banner color is red, his long sword is red, his desire is the blood of those who are imbalanced and strive against the principle of karma..

*..run infidels!*, **run!**


Krafili Slayer of Bandits

Krafili throws a log on the fire and sits down in his chair, then strikes a match and lights his pipe. As he begins to puff on his pipe, a hand slaps him on the back of his head.

SMACK

"No smoking around the children!" His wife says.

Rubbing the back of his head, he grumbles to himself as he puts out his pipe.

He reaches up above the fireplace for his sword, which is covered in chips and scratches.

Krafili is a tall kobold with a large red beard that is starting to gray. His belly, which you can tell from his build, used to be hard as iron; Now, its begun to bloat from lack of exercise. He has scars all up and down his arms and legs. The largest of scars is one that goes across his face spanning from the top of his hairline and disappears down into his beard.

He settles into his large chair made of deer hide. Children start to gather around him, eagerly awaiting his tales.

Krafili settles the children with a wave of his giant arm and takes a deep breath.

"Settle down, settle down, grandpa has a tale for you!"

The room goes quiet and the crackling of the fire fills the space.

"You wanna know where this chip came from?"

 "YES!!" scream the children

 "Okay, okay, settle down." He chuckles to himself a bit and begins "Have you ever heard of the goblin king, Grugal?"

"NO!!" yelled the children.

"Oh, stop making stuff up," says his wife as she sits next to him and sips her tea. She grabs her knitting needles and continues knitting what appears to be some sort of hat.

He shoots her a playful glance and looks back at the children.


He shoots her a playful glance and looks back at the children.

"Well!" he begins, "Grugal wasn't a very big goblin but he was as strong as an ox and carried a great sword on his back. He had red eyes and breath that could kill an ogre!"

He grabs his nose and begins fanning his face as the children begin to laugh.

"I had to fight through hundreds of goblins to get to the king but when I did we had a fight that would make the great Merlin cower in fear!"

The children gasp.

His wife starts to pay less attention to the knitting as she listens to him speak, as if she hasn't heard this story a thousand times by now.

"On my way back from my adventures in the Quantum Shadow, I passed by this strange town in the middle of nowhere. Having run low on supplies, I decided to stop in to restock. As I approached the town, an arrow whizzed by my head, nearly hitting me. But I was too quick for the arrow, and dodged it!"

RECORD SCRATCH

Krafilis' wife butts in.

"We both know goblins have awful aim, I'm sure they were nowhere near yo- "

" Hey! I'm telling the story here!" Krafili exclaims.

Ahem

"As I was saying," Krafili continues, "well...okay, maybe the arrow wasn't that close but I could feel the evil intention behind the shot!"

The children begin to snicker. "Grandpa, are you telling fibs?" asks the youngest of the kids.

"No, I'm not telling fibs, I'm just telling you the truth as I remember," replies Krafili.

"You would forget where you left your head if it wasn't attached to you," his wife butts in.


"Pish, posh, woman!" says Krafili, trying to seem stern, but smirking under his beard.

"Now, where was I?" he says as he strokes his beard.

"Oh yes! I was riding into town and an arrow struck my helmet and bounced off.

He shoots a look over to his wife, which, she understands, means to just let him have his fun.

He proceeds, "I began to serpentine towards the city and saw on the wall of the city, thousands of goblins!"

"Grandpa, do you mean that town around Kelpie's bay? Because that town is pretty small!"

"Well, who do you think cut it down to that size?!" Krafili says while slicing the air with his arm.

"I destroyed that town and made it look like a simple village!"

"WOW!!" say all the children together.

"I took out every goblin in that town before the sun set!  I entered the main castle of the town to find the king awaiting mewe then fought until the sun came up!"

DING

"Oh my, I'm sorry, dear, the cookies are ready, I'll be right back." Krafilis wife says, as she puts down her knitting needles and gets up, walking to the kitchen.

"Cookies sound good right about now, what do yall think? Let's eat, then I'll tell you about the battle of the century!"


Scryer Lamia of the Hall

# The Lore of Scryer Lamia of the Hall

As he walked into the tavern, monkey following his shadow, Scryer Lamia said not but a word. There had been rumors of a scryer that spent his time shifting throughout the night, telling those who dared, how they passed to the next life. The scryer had a magic deck of cards, and with that magic deck, could predict the future. Only those who dared would approach the scryer in fear of unfurling an unpleasant truth. However the say of the town, was if Scryer Lamia approached you, he touch your face causing partial blindness, but the power to see into the future.

No one knows where the Scryer Lamia lives or where he keeps his magic deck of cards. Those daring enough to try and touch them have reported burn marks on their hands and a deep pain in their chest.

Scryer Lamia of the Hall is in outsider to the non-magical, but is on a quest to find the White Lady, to deliver a message...


Battle Mage Ratko of the Havens

# Battle Mage Ratko of the Havens:

# ~The Lore~

Born in the sticks, Ratko spent his early days rambling around the mountains surrounding his peaceful home down in a holler.

Always kind to his critter and an avid hunter of mountain game oldboy can survive anywhere. Unjust centralizers locked his family up to steal their lands for mineral rights.

It is then Ratko realized it was not enough to just enjoy this world. He was going to have to fight for it.

Ratko crawled out of the holler with his trusty mr.Kitty by his side, on a quest to free the world of the cruelties of power centralization.

One day Ratko hopes to prevent predatory resource extraction, end debtors jailing, and maybe then kickback and setup shop in the woods again.

For now he sips on shade he brews from an old family recipe at night to keep his heart strong through his battles.

There's a hell of a lot of old money trying to maintain centralization, but with patience and grit Ratko hopes to outbuild them all.

Fuck what ya heard we gon decentralize everything and unbreak this beautiful world.


Thana of the Forest

# Thana of the Forest

## 'Elixir'


Duzzle Bruiser of the Ditch

# Duzzle Bruiser of the Ditch

> Hmmmrph. Duzzle like to play with funny cutesy black lizzardy thingy. But Duzzle can not smashez and bashez with meeze club. Makez the lizzardy thingy mads, mads, mads. Oh yes. Duzzle wants to nots makesies frenz mads. Noze, noze, noze.

>Duzzle iz the captainz of Road Warriorz, and meeze protzects all road in the mountaneous mountainz. Can be lonelys. Sumtimez me fieinz wizzies on the road and me likeses thems. Alwaize nice wizzies who talks to Duzzle. Okays, meeze musts be goingz to bruizez the thingsees on the ditchez and stopping to writezies in theese booksie.

*By Duzzle himself*


Druid Ofaris out of the Blizzard

# The Soul Reaper and His Treasure

The Forgotten Tavern in Goblin Town smelled of old, stale Goblin Beer as @wizard6136, @wizard4492, and @warrior4171 entered through the creaky front door.

The tavern was nearly full of wizards and warriors likely in town for the annual festival.

"Drinks, food, or both?" a Goblin bartender asks.

Druid Ofaris responded with a smirk and an audible grunt.

"We're quite full, just a round of drinks, please." Shaman Ilyas politely responded.

The bartender apathetically began pouring 3 glasses of beer when Gorgah interrupted by whispering something to him. Whatever it was that Gorgah said, it struck fear into the bartender. He looked as if he had just lived his worst nightmare while motioning to a door near the back of the tavern.

Gorgah, without skipping a beat, headed toward the door as Druid Ofaris and Shaman Ilyas followed, leaving their freshly poured drinks and a fearful bartender behind.

Behind the door were stairs heading down to the cellar of the tavern. On the descent, the group felt the air completely change to a sweeping chill and noticed a faint blue light emanating from below.

As they made it down, they noticed there was another small bar and a group of more sophisticated wizards down here. In the far corner, they spotted what they were here for, sitting alone. @warrior15526. Likely the most polarizing figure in the Runiverse as of late, right before them.

Soul Reaper was sitting with his sword sheathed, shield propped on the ground and he was reading some sort of codex that had a combination of runes and props found about the Runiverse.

Next to him, under the table, was a remarkable looking chest with spikes on either end and three key holes in the shape of the Forgotten Runes.


"Thank you for coming." Soul Reaper said with a tranquil voice.

"As you can see, the chest can only be unlocked by three runes. Per the codex, it seems to be the Rune of Brass, Rune of Omega and Rune of Venus. Take this copy of the codex, it has guidance on where one can find these runes. It will not be an easy task and best you work as a team."

The group of three nodded synchronously.

"What's inside the chest?" Gorgah asked.

Soul Reaper squinted his fiery blue eyes, which seemed to emit a fog of light and serenely replied "Perhaps something younger than a Unicorn stallion and older than a Phoenix hatching. Something colder than the depths of Dream Master Lake and hotter than the passions of a mad pyromancer. Or perhaps something to counter a Sacred Flame."


Krafili Slayer of Bandits

Part 2

Krafili walks in, wiping his fingers on his chest, and goes to the fireplace to stoke the fire. As he pokes the log with a poker, the kids gather around the chair and wait in anticipation.

"Did y'all thank grandma?" he asked the kids.

"Thank you grandma!" they say in unison.

Krafili sits back into his chair with a grunt and begins. "Well where was I? Oh yes, the castle. Well as I entered the castle there was a laugh coming from the throne and sitting at the seat was no other thanGRUGAL!"

He protrudes his jaw so his bottom teeth are sticking out, and lets out a sinister laugh. The lights in the room suddenly turn off, and the light from the fireplace twists Krafilis face into a menacing creature somewhat resembling a goblin.

The children scream and the lights come back on revealing grandma standing at the lights with a giant smile across her face.

Krafili and his wife burst out in laughter.

"Oh I'm so sorry dears! But it was grandpa's idea I promise!" Grandma says through chuckles.

"HA HA HA" Krafilis booming laugh shakes the room. "Sorry, sorry, I just couldn't pass up on an opportunity to scare you a little. Now back to the story!

So there he was, sitting on the throne black eyes locked on my position watching my every move."

"Well, it looks like you handled the guards pretty easily." Krafili says in a low tone, trying to replicate Grugals voice. "Luckily I can find men who are just as weak as them pretty easily." He pulls out a dagger and starts to twirl it between his fingers. "So to what do I owe the pleasure of having a kobold in my presence?"


Krafili turns his head, addressing the imagined Grugal for his rapt audience. "Well, I was just passing through for supplies and your men attacked me. I do apologize for the intrusion but I fear we are too far past apologies now," Krafili says, moving his hand so sits on the hilt of his remembered sword.

Our eyes fixated on each other, tension growing in the air.

Krafili's wife interrupts "Remember, honey, they are children. Let's keep it PG."

"Of course, of course," he replies, waving his hand at her.

"Anyway, I saw the goblin on the throne. Our, eyes fixated on each other, and Grugal began to rise from his throne and walk down the stone steps. His footsteps echoing in the empty chamber, he slowly made his way towards me.

Men are easily replaced for a price my friend. How much gold do you have on you? Grugal asked as he walked in front of me.

I have a few coin, but I need them for my travels, I answered.

Well, friend, you come into my castle, my domain, and slaughter my men, and don't have the decency to pay me for my troubles? Grugal said angrily.

To be fair, you would have been better off having a human guarding you, with how weak the goblins were, I replied, gripping my sword harder.

Suddenly Grugal broke out into laughter, slapping me on the back with his free hand and saying, You are a very brave man to insult my men to my face. What is your name, adventurer?

Krafili, and I assume you are Grugal, right? I said.


Krafili, and I assume you are Grugal, right? I said.

Yes, I see my name has spread across the land, well, I like your gull. I will let you leave with a warning, but, if you ever step foot in my presence again I will kill you, Grugal said as he raised his dagger towards me.

Very well, I am sorry for the intrusion, I will take my leave now, I said, bowing and turning around to leave.

I felt a sharp stab in my shoulder, he reached around, and pulled out the dagger Grugal had been holding seconds ago.

I unsheathed my sword and turned to face Grugal, sword pointing at his throat.

Grugal smiled, saying, Never trust a goblin, you fool!

A fierce battle broke out, swords clashing in the throne room, sparks filling the air. Night fell over the town as the blades of our two swords began to dull.

"Did you show them the scar on your shoulder?" Krafili's wife asks, when she notices him beginning to turn pale while explaining the details of the battle.

"Oh, of course! Check this out, kids!" He pulls off his shirt to show everyone the scar of where the dagger entered his shoulder.

His wife smiles as the color starts to come back to his face and she squeezes his hand a little as a reminder that he's at home, not on the battlefield.

"Now, back to the battle! Do you have any idea who won?" he says to the kids.

"Did the goblin beat you, grandpa?" the kids ask.


"Did the goblin beat you, grandpa?" the kids ask.

"Of course not! After the sun had set, his sword began to fail slowly but surelygoblin steel is very easily broken during battle, if you can get a clean hit on it, they cut like butter." Krafil points to the small chip in the sword he initially told them about. "One clean hit."

Grugal was a very fast goblin, and could parry my strong swings with ease. But I had the edge in stamina and as Grugal began to slow, I chose my swings precisely, aiming for one spot on Grugals sword.

I cocked back and with one final swing snapped Grugals sword in two.

Grugal fell to the stone floor and, out of breath, said, Well, adventurer, it seems my time has come. My, oh my, I seem to have chosen the wrong kobold to attack. Krafili, slayer of bandits; your name runs through these towns far and wide. It is an honor to be finally slain by one as great as you, Grugal said as he closed his eyes.

The end." Krafilis says, sitting back.

"Wait, what happened next?!" the kids shout.

"Well, I picked him up off the ground and we shook hands and went our separate ways of course," Krafili says as he looks over at his wife and gives a little wink.

"I wanna learn that cool sword move that breaks other people's swords!" one of the kids says "Can you teach us, grandpa?"

"Of course I can, let me just grab the wooden swords from storage and I'll teach you all how to properly hold a sword," Krafili says excitedly.


Enchanter Finn of the Brambles

Welcome to my lore,

Finn is well known among these parts as Chad to the witches and fairies. Finns bedding of witches and fairies can only be topped by his consumption of his favorite ale known as the witches brew served at his favorite watering hole known as the forgotten tavern...

It is a well known secret that Finn has sired over 50% of the wizards witches and fairies in the forgotten runes. He enjoys wetting his whistle from his mug of ale. Some  weaker wizards call him a supremacist in hopes to scare the witches and fairies away but all it does is drive them towards his toxic masculine personality as he is so polarizing the females often willfully fall for his potent personality.

On any given night at the forgotten tavern you can find Finn in the company of good friends and always a witch or fairy seeking his attention in hopes he will take her hope that evening as his bedmate. It is consensus among the witches that being in his presence for even just a few hours will cause them to ovulate.

Enchanter Finn of the brambles is not only enchanting the ladies the men know him and enjoy his cheer and good nature. On any given day after delivering his "fruit" from the brambles to the witches and fairies he will usually wander his way down to the forgotten tavern for some good fun and drink.

Some weaker wizards are jealous and try to find out his secret to his voracious sexual appetite some say he licks the frog skin , some say its the booze , being from the brambles does have its benefits.


Clairvoyant Nadeem of the Palms

## A very secretive traveler from the sandy dunes of the Palms, Clairvoyant Nadeem spends his time traveling from village to village looking for the next fool to trick. With his trusty Sun Cat by his side and his Ether Staff in hand he makes his voyage.

## As a clairvoyant he may already know his destiny but he cant help but wonder what if? What if Im wrong? What if I dont know exactly whats going to happen next? My tricks will be useless! He says to himself as he tirelessly trudges through the beginnings of a sandstorm. (That he already knew was coming.) Thats when he remembered what his mentor from his homeland would always tell him. Temet Nosce or Know Thyself. Its been Nadeems mantra since he was a child and to this day even though he has known every future event before it happened he realized the only thing he doesnt know is himself.


Taffy the Determined

# Taffy the Determined meets Caligari of the Marsh

Caligari trudged through the Frogmaster Marsh towards Goblin Town on a supply runyet again. He needed food, ingredients for a few potions, and could use a drink at the tavern. Hes been making this trip twice a week for what seems like centuries. The mosquitoes were thick, as usual, and he swatted them away subconsciously. The path was wet and overgrown for few passed through these difficult lands.

Three hours each way by foot, on a good day. Each journey gave him that much less time to focus on his rituals, hexes, and gris-gris.

He finally approached Goblin Town, weary from his travels, and found his way to the Kings Kobold Tavern for a refreshment and a short rest while he regained his strength. The Tavern, a small wooden dwelling, bustled with warmth and revelry. Here and there small, haphazard spells shot off, illuminating corner tables tucked into the back.

Some of these Kobolds may have had a few too many ales. Caligari thought.

An old acquaintance of his, Sorcerer Idris of the Marsh, sat at an otherwise empty table in the back and Caligari decided to join him.

Hullo, Caligari! Ventured Idris. I see youve come from a long journey.

How can you tell? Caligari asked, a slight vanity obvious in the tone of his voice.

Your robes are stained with marsh waters and you appear to have a small bloodstain.

The damn mosquitoes! Caligari thought.

These endless walks will not do. Its time for me to summon a mount. Caligari decided.


While in town, Caligari gathered the extra supplies for a potent Summon Flaming Demon Steed spell he recalled from his youth in the Voodoo Seminary. What was it again? A pinch of ghost pepper for the flames, a dash of ginseng for speed, bark of the ironwood for strength

After collecting the rest of his supplies, Caligari headed to the alley behind the Kings Kobold Tavern for a bit of privacy while he brewed the ingredients for his Summon Flaming Demon Steed spell. As he poured the ingredients into the cauldron, he whispered an incantation:

I have a need for speed!
A need for a steed
Of the most loyal breed.

Grant me a friend!
Until the very end,
Our friendship will not bend.

I call upon the Quantum Downs to grant me: FLAMING DEMON STEED!

At that moment, a sloppy, drunken Kobold emerged from the backdoor of the tavern, clumsily unwrapping a piece of Kelpies Bay Saltwater Taffy. He glanced at Caligari and stumbled on the uneven alley ground. His taffy flew into the air and plopped into the simmering brew just as the incantation came to a close.

Smoke swirled around the cauldron, li. ght flashed, and within a second soft neighing could be heard coming from a cloud of fog by the cauldron. A gentle gray steed slowly emerged, nervous and but proud.

Damn you, Kobold! Youve ruined my summoning spell! Caligari shouted.


Damn you, Kobold! Youve ruined my summoning spell! Caligari shouted.

Far from the black, flaming steed he had imagined, this mount was small, gray, and bore a yellow bandana. He began to think of all the work hed have to do to recast his summon spell but as he did, the steed approached him and nuzzled his arm gently. Caligaris anger quickly faded as he looked into the pony's eyes. He realized that he was looking at a friend.

I shall call you, Taffy the Determined. Caligari announced. Little did he know, this would only be the beginning of their adventures together.

The Kobold, swept up in the drama of the scene and not knowing what to do, applauded, a single tear running down his green face.

Caligari decided hed make his walk home once more, leading Taffy the entire way, and building trust in their newly formed friendship.


Reginald Belligerent of the Obelisk

Reginald is a belligerent drunk but his spikey turtle keeps him in line.


Enchanter Finn of the Brambles

Enchanter Finn of the Brambles...

Wakes up, picks berries , heads our for the deliveries. once the work is done he heads to his favorite watering hole the forgotten tavern for his favorite ale.


Thaumaturge Milo of the Hall

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# Getting new lines right

New lines can be a bit funny.... there are two options:

This is story of me! TTEESR


Cassia Fiend of the Wild

Cassia was born to a family of hunters in the Forest of the Imps. From a young age, she was taught to track and kill the biggest and most dangerous game. She quickly became the best hunter in her tribe, and her skills were in high demand.

One winter, when food was scarce, Cassia was sent out on a hunt to provide for her tribe. She tracked a massive elk for days, but when she finally had it in her sights, the elk was gone. In its place was a giant, fearsome creature with antlers made of ice.

The fiend attacked Cassia, but she fought back with all her strength. Finally, she managed to kill the creature and bring its carcass back to her tribe. When she told them what had happened, they all agreed that she must have been touched by the gods.

From then on, Cassia was known as the Fiend of the Wild. She continued to hunt and kill the biggest and most dangerous game, and her legend only grew.


Rebyx Crusher of the Nightmare Dominion

Crawling out of the Slime Pits the Goblin Rebyx was born into a world of filth and violence. Rebyx was different than the other Goblins; born with a twisted body and a deformed jaw. The other Goblins teased them and called them names but Rebyx didnt care, they were tougher than  all of them. When Rebyx turned 13 they finally had had enough of the teasing, and set off for the hills. For weeks they lived off the land, eating anything they could catch or kill. They quickly realized that they had a taste for the flesh of their own kind. Tormented by nightmares of their former tribe, Rebyx began to hunt Goblins in earnest. They would drag their screaming prey back to the Slime Pits to feast. The other Goblins quickly learned to fear the Crusher of the Nightmare Dominion.


Shadow Mage Artis of the Heath

# Shadow Mage Artis of the Heath

Artis's mother was famous throughout the Heath for her powers with fire. As a teenager, Artis resisted this calling, going so far as to declare that she only ate raw vegetables. She started to practice yoga for hours each day. After one of these sessions, on a day that her father was away for a fortnight's journey to the Capital, she came home to discover her mother stricken, pale-faced and nearly mute. What had happened to her? As her mother spoke, Artis's future changed completely...


Electromancer Requiem of the Keep

# Electromancer Requiem of the Keep

A tall dark figure enclosed upon the Electromancer. "Where was Richie? He was suppose to be here by now."

It was none other than Ebon, there was no mistaking the dark purple silhouette appearing out of the shadows.

Blood gushed from the sides of the Electromancer. He started to lose consciousness, it became hard to distinguish what was reality. He saw the long blade that pierced him straight through the sides of his mid section.

The purple shadows continued to push the blade deeper into his body, Ebon now towers over while his shadowy body near engulfs him.

"So long Static, you should have joined us when you had the chance" said the figure as he drags the Electromancer's bloody body into the deep.


Pony of Water

Very few beings are blessed with no need for a name.  They just *are* - perhaps skipping a step in their ethereal journey, somehow they embody a magical power or even an element itself.

The Elemental Ponies are an example of this phenomenon.


Bruno Defeater of the Mud

Adorned in Terrapin Armour. Accompanied by a young Mandril named Abe. Bruno marched out of the jungle to take to explore the wildlife of the Bamboo Forests in search  for new ingredients for his masters potions. One day, as he was admiring a particularly rare flower, he slipped and fell into a pit. As he sunk further and further down, he resigned himself to his fate. Abe, however, would not give up on him. The Mandril fought bravely against the Mud, eventually pulling Bruno to safety.

Bruno was covered in mud from head to toe, but he was alive. Bruno went on to have many more adventures with Abe, and he never forgot the Mandril's loyalty and bravery. Although others gave him the title "Defeater of the Mud" he made sure to correct them  - it was Abe who had really saved him that day.


Pyromancer Scorch of the Pit

## In the Pit
They said

There is no life

No cheer no warmth with sadness rife

## The Pit

They said

Is darkness filled

With gloom and blackness full of doom

But Scorch
He said
### Its not to fear

Darkness isnt so bad
There are ladybugs here

Dark is the other half of Light
Without which there'd be no night

# Darkness is still

Safe and calm

### A place of peace

Quiet and strong

With flaming skull
He ventures forth
To show the world darkness' worth

Ladybug friend and broom in tow
### In darkness is where fire glows


Clairvoyant Nassif of the Plains

Few know the story how Nassif meet his companion...

It all started with a dream, a very vivid one, that would consume the entirety of one's mind, as it was endlessly calling from the within to urge into the unknown, and the unknown was dreadful, perhaps due to the sheer magnitude of the endless void it brought along, as any attempt to comprehend it, would immediately overwhelm and question one's existence. Yet, something comforting lied there, even native.

As time went on, with daily routines and worries taking it's tall, mind would slowly but steadily heal, as frequency at which Nassif would come back to the memory along with it's crispness had been deteriorating with every visit. It is when, during one of the coldest ever seen winters, Nassif undertook a fairly common quest to help his fellow dream master, collect some plant species that only flourish under the cover of the snow, on the western edge of the Thorn forest, when the snowstorm hit.

Nassif was not struck by the Nature's unpredictability, as he would always foresee weather before it unfolded. So he came prepared, with all the necessary gear and supplies, so after taking a rest along the warmth of the campfire he started, on next day he continued his task, and as he got so carried away with his findings, he completely ignored the fact, that due to heavy snowfall, his tracks would get covered and didn't actively calibrate his whereabouts and bearings as he was steadily venturing into the depths of the forest, and in depths you see little sky...

With limited access to the sky due to forest thick leaves cover and constant cloudiness, he couldn't calibrate correct direction, he was utterly lost..

Seemed like a pretty dire situation of endless roaming thru the unknown territory and steadily running out of supplies.


As he ate thru his provision and limited resources that he could scavenge during the winter earth's offerings, energy and warmth would continue to drain him, it's when the vividness of the dream came to be. This time it was not scary, nor felt threatening, in contrary it warmed his heart and as if under the spell drove him to fearfully venture further and further into the unknowns.

Interchanging light jog, crawling thru the snow from tree to tree and pity attempts of running, he suddenly found himself lying the mud, and it was warm, there was no snow cover, as if something burned from the underneath it.

He raised his head and saw the burning ponds...

To be continued...


Wraith Devout Azazel of the Royal Wretch

Psst.  What's a jester without a good joke?

Hint - a dead jester.

C'mon now, I wasn't that bad of a jester.  Maybe I shouldn't have used the whoopie cushion during the Princess' special time of the month at the Wizard Fair, but c'mon, that was even MORE funny.

A pirate by trade, before I became an entertainer, I specialized in pirate jokes.

Here is a transcript of my final performance -

"What has eight arms and eight legs?"

"...Eight pirates!!!"

YARRRARRR!!!

I mean with material like that, why am I dead???  OK OK, so one bad joke alone shouldn't lead to forced self immolation, so I was granted another by Scorch, the Gracious King of Tartarus!

"How much does a pirate pay for piercings?"
(too long a pause..)

"A buck an ear. Get it? A buccaneer!"

King Scorch sent me to the Sacred Flame immediately after that GEM.  Maybe he just didn't understand pirate humor.

So far, my career has been on the upswing.  The undead seem have a much better sense of humor.

Although.. maybe its just they can't kill me.

Wait, I am gonna write that one down..


Masika of the Forest

# Cooking with !magic
An on-chain cookbook inspired by the culinary *Brains* of Masika of the Forest

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## Introduction:

You must be careful, because in the Runiverse instead of flipping burgers, a burger might flip you.

Poor Masika unfortunately fell victim to this very spell and has payed the ultimate price.

She leaves behind her cookbook which contains recipes collected from Wizards and Warriors alike throughout her lifetime.

Find everything from delicious cakes baked with Pilk all the way to a Forgotten Soul's twist on the popular Wizard's Cannabis Potion.

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# Sage Cybele's Sweet Blueberry & Lemon Crumbcake

 @wizard8352

##  Maskia's Journal Log:

Masika knew Cybele better than anyone, as she was the first 'real friend' Cybele had ever had.

Being from the Forest, Masika stumbled onto Cybele's encampment deep in the wood whilst hunting.

Cybele was fascinated with the differences between Masika & her own families beliefs & they instantly became close as Maskika helped Cybele leave behind her High Class Lifestyle & threatening father.

Magic wasn't the only power Cybele discovered within herself after escaping her family. Some say if you make this cake it will never be as delicious as Cybele's because she must have cast a spell on it!

This recipe contains ingredients extracted from places all over the known Runiverse, as Cybele was quite the traveler.

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# Tools:

* Pestle & mortar
* Cake Tin
* Mixing Utensil
* Knife

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# The Fixings:

## For the streusel:


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# The Fixings:

## For the streusel:

* 1/4 cup granulated sugar from the finest Red Wizard Sugarcane gardens
* 1/3 cup light brown sugar
* 1 teaspoon cinnamon, ground
* 1/8 teaspoon ground nutmeg harvested in Hedge Wizard's Wood
* 1 stick unsalted butter, melted
*  1 & 1/3 cups flour

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## For the Cake:

* 6 tablespoons unsalted butter, at room temperature
* 3/4 cup sugar
* 2 extra-large Cockatrice eggs, at room temperature
* 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extracted from the Vanilla Beans Fields grown west of Hue Master's Pass
* 1/2 teaspoon grated lemon zest
* 2/3 cup sour cream (or Pilk!)
* 1 1/4 cups flour
* 1 teaspoon baking powder
* 1/4 teaspoon baking soda
* 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt, extracted straight from 'The Brine'
* 1 cup fresh blueberries (Best picked just East of The Fey)
* Confectioners' sugar for sprinkling

# The Process:

## For the streusel:

* Use your Pestle & mortar to grind down your sugar & spices.

* Combine the granulated sugar, brown sugar, cinnamon, and nutmeg in your mixing bowl. Stir in the melted butter and then the flour. Mix well and set aside.

## For the cake:

* Prepare a fire or preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.
* Butter and flour a 9-inch round cake tin.


* Cream the butter and sugar in your mixing bowl with a spoon or paddle on high speed for 4 to 5 minutes, until light.
* Reduce your mixing speed to low and add the Cockatrice eggs 1 at a time, then add the Red Wizard's Vanilla, lemon zest, and sour cream (or Pilk!).
* In a separate bowl, sift together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.
* Continue to slowly mix while you add the flour mixture to the batter until just combined.
*  Fold in the blueberries and stir with a paddle to be sure the batter is completely mixed.
* Spoon the batter into the prepared cake tin and spread it out with a knife.
* With your fingers, crumble the topping evenly over the batter. Bake for 40 to 50 minutes, Cool completely and serve sprinkled with confectioners' sugar.
* Enjoy!

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#2

# Juno's Jalapeo Cheddar Twist Bread

@warrior3571

## Masika's Journal Log:

"Avast ye!" Masika heard as she curiously stumbled onto the docks east of Lenora's Lighthouse.

"Huh?" Masika exclaimed as she had never heard such language before!

"You there, the one with all the food!" - Juno said a little louder than before

Taken aback, Masika looked Juno's way as she approached her cart.

Masika had never been this far East of the Forrest before and had never encountered such a warrior like this. So she was a bit worried of what this encounter would entail.

"I am Juno, Exterminator of Sharks!" Juno announced even louder again as she stepped up into Masika's view wielding a white longsword.

Masika: "Hi, nice to mee..."

Juno: "Shiver me Timbers! What is all of this stuff"


Juno: "Shiver me Timbers! What is all of this stuff"

Juno looked shocked as she examined all the tasty looking vegetables on Masika's Cart. She quickly pointed to a small bundle of Jalapeo Peppers that Masika harvested all the way back in the Forrest, miles and miles away.

"I have never seen such food!" Juno said as she pointed her longsword to the tip of Masika's chin. Juno quickly grabbed a jalapeo pepper & stuffed it in her mouth and immediately her eyes light up!

Masika nervously stared into Juno's eyes, unable to tell if she was about to get robbed for everything she had.

"Wait till the scallywags back on the deck get a taste of these!"

Masika glances around the dock & there is not another soul in sight.

Juno then slowly brings her sword down and places it in front of Masika's chest. "Follow me" Juno exclaimed, chuckling to herself.

Masika, still blatantly shocked by this occurrence nervously followed Juno back towards a large ship docked by the lighthouse.

Once on board, Juno led Masika down below deck to the Galley. It reeked of fish and shrimp and the Chef looked disheveled and even potentially a bit drunk.

"Ah look, Chef Silver Tongue is 3 sheets to the wind again! Go get this buccaneer some air above deck, I've got a new one"

Masika's mind was racing, now realizing what her new fate might be.

She hears a horn bellowing from above deck as the floor beneath her starts to shake. The ship had started to move off of the dock!


Masika was now a prisoner & was thrown in a small cell adjacent to the ship's Galley where she would be forced to prepare meals. The jailor's name was Jack, another disheveled drunk. Jack would force Masika to make his food before any of the other shipmates got their fair share. She was not even allowed to leave the Galley of the ship, where she was chained. Also, Being unfamiliar with cooking fish, Masika struggled to prepare food that the crew was satisfied with.

Things were not looking good for poor Masika until she remembered how much Juno seemed to have loved all of her exotic fruits and vegetables which she brought all the way West from the Forrest. An idea sparked in her head.

The next evening, Masika got to work in the Galley - Making the standard meal of White Fish & dried plants. But today, Masika also decided to make a loaf of her famous Jalapeo Twist Bread, but with a little *EXTRA TWIST*.

Masika went over to what little reaming food she had left from her cart and collected ALL the jalapeo peppers, chopped them up seeds & all and added them to her loaf.

Right on time Jack the Jailor drunkenly stumbled into the Galley ready to take his meal before the rest of the crew. Jack appeared to be even more inebriated than usual.

"Perfect" muttered Masika to herself under her breath. This was her chance.

Jack sloppily grabbed the Jalapeo loaf from the table and began devouring it.

Not a minute later, Jack's head was on fire. He had never witnessed or tasted anything with such spice! Jack ran to the barrel's of ale and started to pry one open in a hurry to relieve himself.


Masika took her opportunity and tripped Jack as he stumbled to the barrels of ale to relieve the pain from the Jalapeo Spice. Jack's knife fell from his waist & Masika was able to snatch it up & drive the blade into Jacks right thigh.

At this point Jack was screaming with pain and Masika knew what she had to do. She picked up the knife again in her dominate hand and pierced the pirate's heart. Blood flowed across the Galley Floor.

With haste, Masika furiously searched through Jack's gear to find the key to release herself, after a few seconds she found the key and ran to the peephole at the door. No one in sight.

The Galley was located on the other side of the ship from where the crew was waiting for Jack to bring up their food.

Carefully, Masika opened the door to the Galley and creeped outside. The air was moist and the wind howled overhead, the ship was still out at sea. Realizing there was no escape, Masika started to panic. She had killed the jailor and knew that soon enough she would be found out.

In a hurry, Masika started to scurry back to the Galley. As she approached the door opened, blood flowing out into the Hallway. There stood Juno, with a smirk across her face. In one hand she held her longsword & in the other a piece of the Jalapeo Cheddar Twist Bread(?)

Masika, lost for words, just stood there in shock.

"This is unbelievable!" exclaimed Juno. "I've never had anything like it!"

Once again Juno's remarks shocked Masika. Juno slowly approached her and said "if you tone down the spice a little bit on these bad boys, I think you're really onto something!"

Masika: "Wha... But.."


Masika: "Wha... But.."

Juno: "Oh, don't worry about Jack, that ole landlubber! He'll be good shark-bait anyways... You just got a promotion!"

Masika had no idea what to make of this situation, but with still no escape in sight she reluctantly agreed.

From then on, Masika was no longer kept prisoner of the ship but instead became Juno's right hand. She taught Juno how to cook with ingredients from all around the Runiverse as they traveled the Brine together. Slowly, the two became friends and laughed at their first few encounters together.

Masika spent about 10 months on the sea with Juno & she does not soon forget the many memories they shared together during that time.

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# Tools:

* Pestle & Mortar
* Cake Tin
* Hunting Knife
* Mixing Bowl
* Mixing Utensil

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# The Fixings:

* 2 and 1/4 teaspoons Yeast (1 standard packet)
* 3 Tablespoons granulated sugar
* 3/4 cup whole Pilk
* 1/4 cup unsalted butter, room temperature
* 2 large Cockatrice eggs
* 3 and 1/2 cups flour, plus more as needed
* 1 teaspoon salt from the 'Brine'
* 5-10 Jalapeo Peppers, depending on you spice tolerance
* 2 cups Cheddar Cheese

# The Process:

## Make the dough:


# The Process:

## Make the dough:

* Place the yeast and sugar in the bowl
* Heat the Pilk over the fire until warm to the touch
* Pour warm Pilk on top of yeast/sugar.
* Whisk gently to combine, then loosely cover with a towel and allow to sit for 5-10 minutes. The mixture will be frothy after 5-10 minutes.
* Add the butter, egg, flour, and salt. Mix slowly for 4 minutes. Dough will be soft. Transfer it to a lightly floured surface. Knead it for about 1 minute. If the dough is too sticky to handle, add 1-2 more Tablespoons of your flour, but you want a very soft dough.
* Shape dough into a ball.
* Place the dough in a greased bowl and cover
* Place in a slightly warm environment to rise until doubled in size, about 90 minutes
* Grease a 9-inch cake tin.
* Turn the risen dough out onto a lightly floured work surface, punch it down to release the air.

## Shape the twist:


## Shape the twist:

* Using a rolling pin, roll into a 1216 inch rectangle.
* Spread Cheddar Cheese evenly on top. Dot randomly with sliced Jalapeos.
* Tightly roll up the dough to form a 16-inch long log. Place the log on its seam.
* Using a sharp knife, cut the log in half lengthwise. I find a serrated hunting knife works best. Criss-cross one half on top of the other half forming an X. Twist the two together then coil into a circle.
* Carefully transfer to prepared cake tin.
* Now, top your twist with more Cheddar Cheese & Sliced Jalapeo Peppers
* Cover the twist with a wrap, then allow to rise once again in a slightly warm environment until puffy, about 45 minutes.
* Start up a fire or preheat oven to 350F.
* Bake until golden brown, about 40-45 minutes.
* Remove from the oven and allow to cool for about 5 minutes.
* Slice and serve.
* Enjoy!


Pippa Assaulter of Mount Titan

# New Lore Entry

Tired of the mundane life on Mount Titan, Pippa decides one night to descend down to the bustling and lively Obisidian City.

Eager to remain inconspicuous, she leaves her Titan warrior armour and weapon at home. Although weaponless, she is far from defenseless as she has been trained in combat from as long as she can remember.

Music can be heard loudly as she approaches the door of the Magma Tavern. She enters to a complete collection of characters of all sizes, races, class, and power levels.

As she walks to the bar, the mat is magically pulled from her feet and she trips. Although, with her training she rolls, plants and quickly turns around to defend. As she turns, she recognizes a face and is immediately filled with anger and reaches for her sword, only to recall it was left at home.

She grabs a nearby bottle and lunges forward....

To be continued -


Sage Ursula of the Forest

"So, youve come to place a bounty, huh?"

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*Ursula takes deep drag off of a very moldy pipe*

"Only one question for you then.. dead or alive?"

XXXXXXXXX

*Ursula exhales a seemingly endless billow of smoke, which takes the form of a giant serpent*

XXXXXXXXX

"Yeah, I know them.  Not as easy a job as the Trogg Gang, but we'll do it."

"Thank you for your repeat business."

*door closes behind a mysterious client as he exits*


Druid Orpheus of the Forest

> **Eldanyr: Druid Orpheus of the Forest**
> *by OG PICKLE*

Born into a loving, but broken home, Orpheus was known as a "Savagekin," the most primal of Druids - possessing both Elven and Druid blood.

Orpheus spent most of his early days in the shared the custody of his mother, Eruraina, a prominent Elven healer, and and his father, Ffarwel, a beloved Druid and Celtic business man.

From an early age, the elders realized Orpheus was different than the others around him. He possessed superior skills, he questioned traditional Druid beliefs and teachings, and he had visions of a world far beyond the edge of the forest. Unsure of what to do, Orpheus was brought to Emrys for guidance.

Emrys, also known as the druid, Merlin, believed that Orpheus was capable of achieving much more than the guild could offer. It was agreed that Orpheus was to leave the Forest's edge, seek out these "visions", and discover what these other worlds could offer. For Merlin, this was a means of new enlightenment, which could be used to protect and grow the Forest Guild.

Orpheus is in year 32 of his journey. He is now a grown man.

He is methodical, he is educated, he is charming, and he is kind. Orpheus has mastered the arts of summoning, healing, nature magic, and shapeshifting - utilizing these abilities on quests and journeys.

He is wed to a Danann Female named riu, and they bear two children, Eruwaedhiel and Andaer. His soul continues to seek higher-knowledge and to accomplish new experience

He has not returned to the Forest.


Wooden Ghost Benito of the Grim Hallows

# Wooden Ghost Benito of the Grim Hollows

Benito remembers very little of his prior life, apart from the clear memories of his wonders and spells in the service of the Frog Prince Gremplin. Each magic he remembers in bright moods and vivid colors, but the parts away from the court are lost to him. Even the study of his books and cantrips are gone.

He vaguely knows his existence has been one of transformation. He was once a wooden toy... then became a boy... then a wooden man studying sorcery with the masters in the Astral Plane. And then dead; though he knows not how he passed through the Veil. Was he forced? Did he willingly burn? Was he tricked?

Now he wanders the material plane. Passing through walls and peoples' lives, almost unnoticed. For those who have the gift and can focus and see him, he offers a sip of his Penumbra potion. This transformative draught can unlock a myriad of effects for those who imbibe. Powers untold. The drinkers become shapeshifters, polymorphs, were-things. Most are pleased. Benito asks nothing in return, and attaches no strings for he hates entanglements. He only takes pleasure in watching the universe roll its dice and birth each innate magical creation.  Whatever the mortal does with those talents, Benito is beyond caring. Only the metamorphosis he treasures. Those he remembers now like his old tricks. And this is the only reason he ventures beyond the Grim Hollows, by moonlight.


Helen Amputator of the Range

Sometimes the lores that are left unwritten are the ones that most needed to be said.


Ghost Eater Nicolas of the Tower

Ghost Eater Nicolas of the Tower!!


Void Disciple Ursula of the Hills

# Void Disciple Ursula of the Hills

Seeker of forbidden knowledge and occult practitioner


Typhon the Quick

# New Lore Entry

## Typhon the Quick

**Once upon a time, in a land so far away
Was a beautiful wizard, her name was Emmaleigh
The kindest spirit the realm had ever seen
No matter how you treated her, she was never mean

Always kind and caring, that's just who she was
Never the wizard to come and kill your buzz
Until one day, she had strayed just too far
And got caught up in a curse that was really bizarre

She was collecting what was needed, out in the Fey
Totally unprepared for the what would happen that day
A long list of chores she just had to do
but soon some evil magic would make it's debut

The grave of an old witch, it bore no name
But Emmaleigh stopped and prayed, just the same
She cared for all the things, dead or alive
But what would come next, she'd barely survive

An explosion of darkness clashed with her light
And what ensued would be a spiritual fight
with a magic that was older than life itself
a force incomprehensible, more powerful than Elf

In the end, she was no match for the dead
And the darkness finally took over her head
Within moments, nothing would be the same
All would be effected by this tumulus change

Hooves for hands, and mane for hair
Surely this just had to be a nightmare
But no matter how she wished, she couldn't change back
She had been the victim of the witch's last attack

Stuck in this form, she was destined to roam
Wandering the realm looking for home
Would she ever be free from this terrible curse
Or imprisoned as a pony, forever, in the Runiverse**


Cryptomancer Carly of the Wold

# Cryptomancer Carly of the Wold

Her story remains to be told...


Battle Mage Danny of the Brine

# Battle Mage Danny of the Brine

His story remains to be told...


Ectoplasmic Spectre Salvatore of the Shaded Shores

Salvatore on the shores.

*On the Shores*

Wandering on the shores.

*On the Shores*

*Drawn to the flame he must*

He could feel his sanity wavering, as he trudged the squeak of the sand etched into his mind.

*Drawn to the flame he must not*

But upon which shoreline did he wander? He had barely been to the shores in in his journey around the continent.

The realization came... he had already passed through the flame, and the shore and body of water he now wandered were nothing like those anyone would recognized.

**The Spectre on the shaded shores.**


Nibbs Danger of the Realm

# New Lore Entry

# Nibbs Danger of the Realm

Nibbs and his husband, Wulang, were fierce dragonslayers in the realm that they are from. Famous for their exploits and for keeping their world safe, the two often adventured together, spreading love and safety to all.

Well...until they met a dragon they couldn't take on. The legendary Black Dragon Eldu.

Eldu was not of this realm or time, and where it was from, no one could be sure. What they did know was that the dragon was cunning, brutal and ruthless. Eldu had Nibbs and Wulang's daughter kidnapped to lure them to his lair.

Once there, Eldu took off through a fiery red portal, leaving the two warriors behind without their beloved child. Without a second thought, Nibbs went charging after.

"Nibbs, you know what happens if you step through that portal!!" Dennz shouted after Nibbs as headed to the big, fiery portal.

"Yeah, I know. I can't come back...but what's the point of coming back if there's nothing to come back to?" Nibbs said as he steeled himself for the upcoming journey.

Pulling his helmet down over his head, brandishing his pike and shield, Nibbs steals one last glance at his husband, and sprints into the portal, not knowing what to expect from the other side.

A bright flash of light, and he was gone. Once in the portal, it was as if time had sped up, but he couldn't move. The world around him was flying by at ludicrous speed.

At the same time, his life had flashed before his eyes, reminding him of every important aspect of the life that he willingly (but unwantingly) left behind.

And just like that...it was over.


And just like that...it was over.

Nibbs was no longer standing in the basement of that old, musty tower in Riean. No, he had traveled to an entirely different plane of existence. He actually made it to the Runiverse!

"Ok Nibbs, this is no time to celebrate. We must find them before it's too late..." Nibbs mumbled to himself as he did a quick inventory of his equipment.

Oh good, he thought. It was all still here, and now he had no choice but to move forward and meet his fate.

Nibbs knew very little about the Runiverse, except what he had heard in children's tales and stories from drunks at taverns.

He wasn't prepared for the world to be lush and diverse as it was. Plants he had never seen sprouted in colors he had never even seen before. Animals and insects of all shapes and sizes bustled about.

He was standing in the middle of a beautiful meadow, untouched by civilization, except for the small burnt patch of grass from where the portal had opened.

Unsure where to go now, he hefted his pike, and headed in what seemed like a good direction. He walked for what seemed like hours. He was certain he was lost as no matter how far he walked, he was still in the same meadow.

Everyone now and again, he'd change up his direction, or the speed of his pace, but ultimately, it didn't seem to make much difference.

Perhaps the meadow is magical, thought the burly furgnome, as he pondered his next steps.

While gazing into whatever world Nibbs was daydreaming in, a small jaguar cub came running out of the distance. It was injured, and hobbling, but was coming straight for Nibbs.


Within a moment, it was clear to see why. A large beast, a cross between a horse and a spider, came tearing out of the horizon behind it. The little cub skidded to a stop behind Nibbs, cowering.

And though he only had a brief moment to process, Nibbs quickly sprung into action. Lifting his pike high above his head, he spoke his love prayer in his native language, and rushed the spider horse.

(See, it's important to note here that Nibb's pike was a little magical after having slain so many dragons. When powered by his love prayer, the pike would slice through anything with ease.)

Within moments, the spider horse was just a pile of gore. Everything was covered in blood and guts, but Nibbs managed to save himself and the little cub. From this moment on, the two would be fast friends.

He was able to doctor up the jaguar cub, and within a few moments,  Nibbs and his new friend took back off into the world, hoping to curb the menace that was Eldu before he ended yet another world.

The jaguar cub was his key out of the magic meadow, and soon the two would be traveling from village to village looking for information about the deadly dragon...


Ethereal Spectre Adium of Dread Tower

# New Lore Entry

Ethereal Spectre Adium of Dread Tower

Adium had been quite an ordinary fellow in life. A simple artificer who spent his days high in the mountaintops, living in his quaint little cottage with his quaint little wife.

While Adium was able to earn a living through his inventions and creations, what really drove him was the love he had for his wife.

They had met when they were both children, their parents having adventured together once upon a time. They both grew up in a stable, loving environment, and quickly realized they were each other's soulmates.

It did not take long for the two to fall in love, get married, and move into their own little place. His wife, Nostali, had always loved birdwatching in the mountains, so that's exactly where Adium would build their cottage.

And so the two lived a very happy, drama-free life together. Each day was better than the last, he'd often tell her, as they'd sit together in front of the fireplace, recounting their chores from the day before.

It was a peaceful bliss, but it could only last so long. One fateful day, Adium had taken off down to the village at the foot of the mountain to go sell some of his enchanted farm equipment.

He returned home that day with a sack full of gold, but a broken heart. His cottage, and everything inside had been ransacked and burned down. He could only assume this was a goblin raid due to the fact that there were a few goblins huddling around the burning embers, eating what could have only been his wife.

In a fit of rage that he'd never experienced before, Adium harnessed the full power of his latent magics, and laid quick waste to the goblins, and everything else within a 2-kilometer radius.


It was over as soon as it began, with a bright flash that left the goblins vaporized and Adium exhausted. He slept for 5 days and 5 nights, through flash floods and intense heat.

Eventually, Adium came too, but this was not the same man that left for the village earlier this day.

No, he was changed. Filled with a hatred so deep, so burning that it manifested changes in his magic. Once a kind man focused on helping others, Adium's mind was now focused on a single thing.

Bringing his beloved back.

He would spend the next two years in the shadows, learning as much about necromancy as he could, with little to no regard for anyone else. While he was able to learn much, and gain sizable power, he was still unable to successfully bring his lost love back to him.

As with many great wizards, his failure only fueled his intentions, and eventually he set his eye on the great Flame. Others had walked through it and survived. Surely he would too. And if he did...he just might be able to bring Nostali back to life.

And while the adventure of finding the flame is a story all on its own, Adium did manage to uncover the mysteries of The Secret Tower, where the flame was housed. Once he discovered the hidden entrance, he found himself face-to-face with the mysterious Flame that had brought such powerful !magics to the realm.

Without even so much as hesitating, Adium stepped forth into the flame, willing to take whatever measures necessary to bring his wife back.

The fire itself was barely even noticeable, but what really stood out was the fact that the flame itself felt like an entirely different world. Thoughts racing, unable to focus, a single message formed in Adium's mind.

"Love."


"Love."

And with that, the flame took to Adium's body, quickly reducing him to ash and bone. Before the final bits could hit the ground, a swirling aura erupted out of his remains in a magical light.

Where Artificer Adium of the Mount once stood, now was Ethereal Spectre Adium of Dread Tower. Infused with the power of The Grand Spectre, Adium would now have the power he needed to accomplish his goals...

Will the sacrifice be worth it? Will Adium ever find true love again? Stay tuned and find out!


Sage Kang

# Sage Kang

His story remains to be told...


Shaman Aleister in the Shadows

I be Shaman Aleister, White Wizard-White Wraith accompanied by my Blue Rat.

Since stepping through the Door of the Secret Tower, the acquisition of a Rune has guided our adventures.

We travel north towards the White Wizard Tower.


Joan Cleaver of Muscle Mountain

Joan was waiting in a corner of the crowded main room of the inn, when she saw @wizard1555 walk through the door. He looked tired. Beyond tired. But this was his way, as she knew only too well. He hadnt noticed her, and that was probably for the best. Let him eat first, she thoughtand drink, he might be in a more receptive mood afterward.

She leaned back in her seat, trying, mostly unsuccessfully, to avoid drawing too much attention. There were several reasons this was not a simple task. At 67 and rippling with muscle, Joan was a hulking presence. Years of training and a strict but substantial diet had added incredible lines to her already solid frame. There was absolutely no mistaking where she was from.

Across the room men shouted cheers and exchanged coin during the frequent arm-wrestling matches and drinking games. No man would challenge Joan. Well, not a sober one, she thought, smiling wryly.

It wasnt only her size and strength that made people keenly aware of her presence. Lying across the entire width of the table, and never out of reach, her enormous malachite cleaver frequently drew more attention than she did. She stared down at her constant companion. Its deep green, rune-laden handle was as intimidating to most as the shockingly long, wide blade. It was a curious weapon to the uninitiated, imparting to the holder a *tension*, old magic which few current warriors truly embraced. Joan felt her particular tension as a compulsion toward daring bound to a sense of total accountability. She had carried the cleaver since her Ascension day. It was her choice, and the bond created in that choice had grown over the months and years. It was a big part of the reason she was here now.


She glanced back up, Azahl had found a table, and, as luck would have it, was facing away from Joan. He was soon served the same bread and meaty stew she had so recently enjoyed, along with a flagon of ale. She waited. Thinking again of what she might say to convince the Mystic to aid her.

Before long Azahl had completed his meal and was midway through his second ale when he happened to turn to scan the room. Of course, he noticed her instantly, his shrewd face betrayed no surprise or any reaction at all that she could perceive. He turned back to his drink. Well, she thought, I guess its time. You never wanted to give Azahl time to plan a response, even when he didnt know what she was about to request.

She stood, picked up her cleaver, slung it across her back, and made her way toward the waiting Azahl. The crowd parted, it usually did, as she moved deliberately across the room. She sat down in the empty stool trying to get a last read on the mystic. Before she uttered a greeting, he delivered his response. Yes.


Shadow Mage Izible of the Havens

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Sorcerer Alessar of the Havens

# Sorcerer Alessar of the Havens

*An explorer of the fates and subterranean realms*

Alessar grew up in the Green Haven, a little known Haven nestled in the foothills of the BattleMage mountains. At a young age, he would climb the mountains freely and risk his life on the cliffsides performing greater and greater feats of daring (much to the chagrin of his parents). After a particularly bad fall, he spent his time recovering plotting to make sure this never happened again.

His plan was two fold. Firstly he would master the elemental magics of Earth, and become the most grounded Sorcerer in the land. Impossible to budge from his position like a nasty mountain goat. Two, he would master the fickle realms of luck and fate, to derive his own path of destiny. Never again would he be victim to a loose rock.

His training went well, and not only his powers but his luck grew as well. Convinced he had finally carved his own path into the tablets of fate, he set off to make it on his own. His studies continued with luck and fate and he continued to make great strides in synchronicity and coincidence with one exception - He was never able to use his powers to create money. Practically destitute, he resorted to showmanship at festivals where he was able to use his charisma to woo the crowds. His luck proved here that it would not bring him riches, but perhaps it could guide him from con men and vagabonds.

Together with his frog familiar he bonded with on his way through Carnival Pass, he now has decided he must master his elemental magics the only way he knows how. Journeying further and further into the subterranean realms, uncovering their secrets so that he may not have to rely on his jokes and tricks to put food on his plate.


Alchemist Actaeon of the Thorn

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Magus Chooki of the Carnival

# The Lore of Magus Chooki of the Carnival

At the frayed end of the line of tents
is mine. Past lions, jugglers and bawds
I wait for custom. It makes perfect sense,
dark arcanist of carnival. The lauds
of merriment, diversion and the like
have limits. Mixing poison, hex and curse
to pipes and reels. A perfect time to strike
your enemy, to set them to reverse
and tow them under. Slender nimble cat
attends my workings. People dance and sing
and celebrate. It isnt so much that
they pay no mind, but every arcane thing
can go unnoticed. Hoist your tankard high
and quafffor any moment, you might die.


Cosmic Mage Sondra of the Mount

# Cosmic Mage Sondra of the Mount

Her story remains to be told...


Broadwin Calamity of Zero

# New Lore Entry for Broadwin Calamity of Zero

Broadwin Calamity of Zero's first portrait
Summer of 2022
> *Artwork by Dmitry Petyakin.  Commissioned by Baron Von Fancy*


Enchanter Daria of the Plains

# The Lore of Enchanter Daria of the Plains

Ride a while, and soon youll have a wish
for magic. Saddle-sore and strained of leg,
at inn, fall fast asleep right in your dish
of stew. In morning, find my frog and beg
a word of me. Ill work you up a charm,
keep you in comfortas if were a bed
you rode on gravel paths. Keep you from harm
and give you restful dreams. But if, instead,
you spurn my wisdom, skeptic of my craft,
Ill charm your luck away. Youll sorely miss
those early journey days. Oh, how Ive laughed
regretful offers, wealth or wine or kiss
the same. Save weeks of trouble and despair
or dontthe same to me, I do not care.


Archmagus Amanita of the Riviera

# The Lore of Archmagus Amanita of the Riviera

I am wealth. Am everywhere. The root
and crest of all things. I am lonely shores
and windswept crags. All constant, resolute
I reach up, under. Lift my cap of spores
and send my spirit into every breeze
and gust. My wisdom, memories all blow
with every speck. I wander where I please,
take root in places no wizard can know
except one such as me. I speak to bears
and elementals. All the spells I know
found me this way. The children sometimes stare
as I walk by, and wonder how I go
abroad in boots, as if I were alive
but still I flourish, here, where mushrooms thrive.


Everett Pulverizer of Honor

Why do I have a crowbar?
What have I broken into?
Do I use it for honorable causes or do I pulverize for my own selfish needs?
Why don't I remember anything?
Do I still have my honor?
When did my trusty turtle get all these tattoos and spikes?

How much time has passed since I fell through the quantum shadow?


Augurer Eizo of Tartarus

# The Story of Augurer Eizo

We do not know much of Eizo's exploits of the arcane type.  He usually is slumped in his barstool at the far corner, minding his pints.  He stays relatively quiet, however at times when he has imbibed enough ale he will ramble about how he once moved worlds.

A man of seemingly no particular arcane talent, I must admit there have been times of interesting anomalies at our bar that we cannot rule out have been caused by Eizo himself.  Last week our new barmaid dropped an entire serving plate of glasses and it seemed as if the entire bar erupted in applause, however when I looked outward towards to the tables, I didn't see a single person clapping.

There have been other times where Eizo has left to go somewhere and has returned in a timeliness that no mortal man should be able to travel.

And we dare not talk about the time those mercenaries began to make fun of Eizo...


Enchanter Titania of the Moors

# Enchanter Titania of the Moors

Her story remains to be told...


Horned Phantasm Circe of the Inifinite Nothing

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