Artificer Danny of the Belfry

# Artificer Danny of the Belfry

His eyes squinting in the bright light and his atrophied muscles struggling to hold the bulky key, Danny emerged from the bell tower with a timid purpose.

No one had seen him since his mother and father locked him inside the tower many years ago - they gave him one command - protect the key at all costs. They placed many locks and a spell on the indestructible tower, more to prevent others getting in than Danny getting out.

It is unclear how Danny knew that he was requested, or more so how the locks disintegrated and the spell dissolved, but here he was - stepping foot outside the tower for the first time since his teenage years.

Danny did not know North from South or East from West, but he knew exactly which way the gate to the 7th Realm was, and he began his trek.

It is an understatement to say he was a bit nervous. What rewards or consequences could his quest finalize? We will find out soon enough...

Born to a historical family of immensely powerful wizards, Danny always had potential, but he was committed to his fate of holding the key. Now that his life's work appears to be completing, it's anyone's guess as to what happens to him.


Night Ghoul Nori of Nightmare Paradise

# An Eternal Love.

A chest under his arm, and the key to open it well hidden in his pocket, Artificer Aemon of the Hall sneaks out of Alessars Keep seeking even greater treasure to sate his unending greed.

His skeletal head makes him a pariah in the streets, but he could not care less: the enormous riches he bears makes those passerbys who rudely stare nothing more than cockroaches in his eyes.

After a fortnights journey, Aemon arrives to the Brambles, a prosperous land that welcomes him with blossoming almond trees and pink lily flowers. Its King, Battle Mage Axel of the Canyon, is a jealous, stingy man, who keeps his wealth safely locked away in the famed and impenetrable royal tower vault.

The Kings wife dies giving birth to their only child, a beautiful girl named Conjurer Nori of the Brambles. Afraid of losing her as well, the king locks her up alongside the rest of his riches in the tower.

Nori is now a young woman, but her childhood was solitary; her only friends being her fathers trinkets and magic tomes, as well as those of imagination.

On a bright Spring afternoon, the sight of the blossoming Brambles moves Nori to recite a "poem" from her favorite book. Unwittingly, the poem turns out to be *Aphrodite's Heart: the Love Spell* that has the power to create a soulmate bond between the target and the first creature they see.

Dancing around the room, she ends the spell and finds herself in the mirror. Her reflection glows pink. Her hands shake. Her stomach growls. How did butterflies get inside her? What is this feeling?

*BANG!*


*BANG!*

The window of her room explodes with a loud burst. She falls to the ground. Splinters fly across the room.

Squinting for the pain, Nori sees the most beautiful man emerge from the smoke. He climbs the window and graciously trips on the frame. He tumbles to the ground, elegantly bringing the bookcase down with him. Like a charming prince, he cracks his back and realigns the jawbone with the rest of his skeleton head. He is the wizard Nori always dreamed of.

Aemon, who broke into the vault with the intention of stealing the kings most valuable possession, inadvertently succeeds.

With the kings army on their tail, Aemon and Nori escape the Brambles, and after months of traveling, find respite in Moorville, a hidden village of farmers and shepherds, with a couple of shops and a tavern.

Aemons purse buys them a wonderful house, and Noris charm buys them the affection of the townfolk. They give birth to Azazel, a beautiful baby boy, whose golden skull shimmers of a red-yellow light.

Aemon can finally enjoy his riches. On Azazels sixteenth birthday, Aemon celebrates by building an *Obelisk* to rise above everything in sight. But the symbol of Aemons love for his son is also the cause of their doom.

With the Obelisk to guide them, the King and his army, led by Sorcerer Zaros of the Capital, finally find Moorville. They must rescue the princess, kill the thief who stole her, and destroy their monstrous child.

Aemon, Nori, and their son, Necromancer Azazel of the Obelisk, are trapped. The kingsmen blockade the village and tighten the noose quickly. Aemon knows it is just a matter of minutes until they find them.


Aemon refuses let Nori live in chains. And will protect his son at all costs. So he slips his hand deep into his pocket, where he finds... the key to Alessars chest.

It is time to turn everything to nothing. He casts the *Forbidden Spell*.  Twists the key in the padlock. The lid flies open.

An explosion of *Sacred Flame* blinds him. After that, oblivion.

When the mushroom cloud of dust settles on the ruins of old Moorville, the ashen corpses of town-folk and soldiers alike rise into their new life, reborn with powers before unimaginable. Their souls have been freed from the chains of mortality to fulfill their true destinies, evolved into their true selves.

An army of souls gathers around the crater where the village once was, seeking the wizard who freed them, but all they find is...

...a Rose on a Grave.

As they stare at the flower, an invisible presence breaches their dark hearts.

One by one they kneel before the Rose, swearing loyalty until the end of times.

Within the Rose flows the lifeblood of a wizard who made the ultimate sacrifice of both flesh and gold to protect those whom he loved.


Battle Mage Caligula of the Bastion

# New Lore Entry

Mushroom man is a latter day Iasos. Restoring peace through harmonic fields of sound


Archmagus Iprix of the Realm

# Keymaster Iprix.

A Keymaster to be sure.  Of the Realm to be sure. But of which Realm?

All will be revealed in due time...


Enchanter Asphodel of the Forest

# New Lore Entry

Enchantress of the serpent, water priestess with divining rod


Shaman Magnus of the Valley

# New Lore Entry

The Wolfwizard. Restoring justice with his faithful companion Chloe The Dog.


Void Phantasm Amir of the Fuliginous Fog

## Ghost Train

Ever wonder how ghosts get around?
Ever wonder how ghosts travel from town to town,
when they are no hanging around in cemetaries
or scaring people as they haunt a particular house?
Some ghosts are haunt-o-holics,
some ghosts just can't move on -
but there are some ghosts
who like to get out-and-about
and who like to go to other places - hey, why not?
It's not as if ghosts need to wait in-line or buy a ticket?
While some ghosts are essentially agoraphobic, you could say,
and don't like going anywhere
and would rather just stay at home -
there are some ghosts however,
who don't want to rest in peace for too long
before wanting to make a break for it
and see the rest of the world

There is a "train" for the dearly-departed
who whose to stay on earth
when they are given their choice
to either pass-on or stay right where they are;
there is a train that is the fastest in the runiverse.
that runs 24-hours a day, all-year-round,
to every corner of the planet,
that is the quietest form of transport ever envisioned -
this train is so underground.
it doesn't even make a sound


Artificer Samuel of Dreams

# Key Who Controls the Past Controls the Future

A bodyguard.

For a key.

Why? We do not yet know. Why does Samuel know nothing but that of the key. Known as Samuel of Dreams, is his whole life a lie? Is it that Samuel is unremarkable in every other sense of the word that he only be known and wanted for his key?

Samuel's story is just beginning.

Are his dreams just that, dreams?

... to be continued.


Wild Mage Homer of the Sacred Pillars

# The confession

The village mage came to me an hour before my execution.

He stared at me in silence. Endlessly.

I bowed my head, not out of shame, and tried to understand his pain.

"*I didn't do it*" I said, protesting my innocence.

He leaned against the grate and whispered softly.

"*I know.*"


Battle Mage Talon of the Isle

# The Wish

An elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path. He wasn't sure of which direction to go, and he'd forgotten both where he was traveling to...and who he was. He remembered absolutely nothing. He suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him.

She grinned toothlessly and with a cackle, spoke: "Now your third wish. What will it be?"

"Third wish?" The man was baffled. "How can it be a third wish if I havent had a first and second wish?"

"Youve had two wishes already," the hag said, "but your second wish was for you to forget everything you know." She cackled at the poor man. "So it is that you have one wish left."

"All right," he said hesitantly, "I don't believe this, but there's no harm in trying. I wish to know who I truly am."

"Funny," said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. "That was your first wish..."


Artificer Sabina of the Mountain

# Sabina the Teenage Witch
Sabina was a very lazy teenage witch. Until this moment she existed in the world of Forgotten Runes but did not participate. This proved very costly. First, she watched a Sacred Flame pass her by. Then a Pony. A lazy witch indeed.
At long last blessed @wizard304 enlightened her and she became active in the world of Forgotten Runes. She looks forward to a much brighter future now...


Sage Kryll of the Plains

# The Lore of Sage Kryll of the Plains

Story 1.

Title: Sage's day in the Fey!

Written by: emmaleigh.eth

Waifu Wizard by: CastamereXb & Noodle Arms

Everything else by: NARD

Featuring: @wizard3676 & @wizard4351 & Gucci Goofy Kobold 649

# The Lore of Sage Kryll of the Plains

The day was just beginning, the sun still rising, and the air crisp with the scent of morning dew.

@wizard649, a noble Kobold, was on her way to see her besty, @wizard3676, a Swamp Witch that lived somewhere near the Fey.

Sage had grown tired of her comrades commenting on her traditional wizard garb, greenlined coveralls, and decided to take action into her own hands. So, at first light after returning home from her duties, Sage headed off to the Fey to find the one person who could make her fabulous.

"ENIGMA!!!! Are you home??" Sage said, with a passionate excitement as she barged into the Swamp Witch's tidy but small hut.

Engima, who indeed was home, was already making breakfast for her unexpected companion. Thanks to the woodland critters that relied on the Swamp Witch for tasty treats, she had known well in advance.

"Hi Sage!! It's so nice to see you again! Please have a seat, make yourself at home." The Swamp Witch's words floated around the Kobold who was already making herself quite at home.

Enigma and Sage had known each other from childhood, when two had been kidnapped by intended on eating them, ever since, the two formed an unlikely bond, and have been besties since!


Soon, the Swamp Witch had breakfast ready - a heaping pile of mushtable stew with a picture-perfect rice-portrait of Sage - which she doled out copious amounts to both her Kobold friend and herself.

With no delay, Sage began scooping up the stew aloof to thoughtfully crafted rice, while simultaneously trying to explain her predicament. Kobolds, friendly as they are, are not too etiquette savvy and have poor attention to detail - and Sage was no exception.

"So, Enny * cromch monch *  I was wondering * crunch cronch *  if maybe you could help me with a problem." Sage said, in between mouthfuls, clearly appreciating both the company and the food.

Before Enigma could get a word out, Sage started up again. "I feel frumpy sis. Like, what is this I'm even wearing??" She said, letting herself be just a little vulnerable.

"What?? You know exactly what you're wearing," Enigma said enthusiastically, "it's traditional Kobold garb, and you rock it!!" She said to her fellow healer, hoping to lift her spirits.

"Yeah, I mean it's enchanted, that's cool, but I look like a dude. I'm tired of it, I want to feel pretty!!" Sage said, finally being honest about her feelings, both to herself and to her best friend.

"I want to like my reflection, and you know...it wouldn't be so terrible if my crush would look at me a bit more. A girl's getting lonely in her old age." She said, dreaming about @wizard4351 and giggling a bit at the age remark.

Sage did not open up like this to anyone, ever, let alone admit these things to herself, but it did feel nice to know that her friend didn't think anything less of her.


Enigma sat there for a moment, stunned at her friend's sudden honesty. She did, however, immensely relate, and immediately knew that there was only one thing to do for this crisis.

"Ugh, friend, I'm sorry you're feeling that way!! I think I know exactly what we can do to make you feel better!!" The words barely had time to form before the two girls looked at each other and screamed "THE MALL!!!"

For once, the two would go on an adventure where there was no danger, no monsters, only cute fits, yummy snacks and the salespeople with the weird head massagers.

In the end, Sage found exactly what she needed, a new outfit! With the help of her friend, she found a style that fit her personality and made her feel confident. It easily increased her intelligence by 3, her wisdom by 2, and her charisma by 100!

No Kobold has ever been so beautiful!!


Charmer Jadis of the Keep

Jadis hiked through the dark, misty forest, alert and anxious.

Shed been on countless hunts before, but this one was making her jittery for some reason she couldnt quite explain. The air was eerily still, and she yearned to hear the sounds of animals and insects, but even the animals seemed to be still. As if they were all holding their breathe. And waiting.

She looked at her orb. It gave off a faint green glow and the cloud inside it slowly cleared to reveal a giant, overbearing willow. She sighed and focused again ahead. Shed been hoping to find a sign that she was on the wrong path, and she should be going elsewhere.

But it looked like shed have to keep going. This wasnt a task she could abandon. Shed already accepted the payment, and anyway she had a reputation to maintain. She had never failed before, and she wasnt going to now.

She thought back to her first hunt, tasked with capturing the mystical wyvern. The men had laughed when shed barged in to the office and proclaimed shed do it.  They hadnt been laughing when shed come back.

She grinned as she remembered.

A twig snapped behind her.

She froze.


Thaumaturge Aldus of the Sun

# Thaumaturge Aldus of the Sun

Thaumaturge was done.

This is the end. He wasn't going to take anymore of this infuriating behaviour from his familiar, Sandy, a rat.

It was the 12,843th time she's eaten his dinner. Well, just the good parts of his dinner. Leaving the crusts of the bread, and the stems of the broccoli, and the skin of the chicken leg left for him. How considerate of her.

Sandy looked up innocently.

Thaumaturge stared hard at her.

And then suddenly, POOF.

Sandy disappeared!


Shadow Mage Hagar of the Dunes

# Shadow Mage Hagar of the Dunes

Hagar is an ancient and powerful sorcerer who has been alive for centuries. Despite his age, Hagar is remarkably spry and quick, a testament to the power of his arts. To this day, Hagar's skin remains as light as it was when he was young and his hair as black as coal.

Under the guidance of his teacher, the legendary sorcerer Bedwyr, Hagar's talents blossomed into powerful spells

> "I am Hagar of the Dunes. I've seen things you couldn't imagine and done more things than you could ever do. I'm old and my blood is black and my body is covered in sand. When I walk, the desert moves with me. When I die, the sand will cover me."

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**Saharsha** The cat of Hagar Shadow Mage of the Dunes prowls the desert, hunting for prey to drag back to her lair. Powerful and cunning, this feline is more than a match for any unfortunate soul who finds themselves in her territory.


Battle Mage Armstrong of the Wold

And the battle mage rules them all

Rules the ***world***

Better than @wizard5635


Battle Mage Thor of the Field

# Thors wanderlust for the power within

Thor is a simple family man. He tends to his cattle and tills the land. In recent times Thor has found himself wandering the edges of his local home the field.

He rarely ventures past the stone ridges which tower over the fog land. Thor feels the pressure from his wizard friends. The memories of @wizard5564 jeering every time he rides past the house for his lack of gusto taunts Thor most days.

Standing on top of the fog ridge is the only time Thor feels free. Free from the worry of daily stress and expectations. He wonders what adventures could lie ahead if he marched on the fog land and went looking for the other realm the wizard's whispered of.

Thor decided on this day atop the foggy ridge to act and search for the dark realm and treasures it contains.

### Thor said to himself:

> In the fields I walk with dark wanderlust

> The naked crys ache my soul

> The tears of my petulance rain too long

> I must find the adventure I long

> Honour and glory or death await

> I live my life behind shadows no more

> I will find my truth, at dust we ride


Electromancer Hanataka of the Inferno

# *Excerpt from "Collections of Wraithful Encounters"*

ROLLING SMOKE.

FLASHES. HEAT. LIGHTING SUNDERS.

SCREAMS. MANY SCREAMS. PAIN. FIRE.

Howdiditenduplikethis. Howhowhowhowhowhowhowwhywhywhy? What, what is it?

WRAITH. WRATH UNBORN.

LIGHTNING COMES. FIRE.

And then. In the smoke. Rounded scarlet face. Beady eyes. Twisted grin.

Then. The inferno.

Then.

DEATH.

*Recovered from the memories of half-dead explorers gone in search of the legendary wraith, Hanataka.*


Hedge Wizard Uur'lok of the Steppe

# Lore of Hedge Wizard Uur'lok of the Steppe

*The following writings are the journal entries of Hedge Wizard Uurlok of the Steppe. They were entered into the Book of Lore in April, 2022 to preserve the lessons which linger in  writings of such transcendent beings. The deeply personal entries, written without the intent of ever being published, begin at a time of great turmoil for Uurlok, many years into a life-long prison sentence.*

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> **January 12, 13072**

The guard (who I quietly refer to as Stinky) agreed with me after much convincing that the prisons staff might greatly benefit from granting each prisoner some parchment and ink. 'The mind devoid an ordered outlet will find a chaotic one, or so I told him.
The guards are obsessed with what they understand to be order. You must remember they willingly confine themselves with these walls, daily. Only the prisoners were compelled to be here.
The guards are more deeply invested in this illusion than I ever could be.

> **January 14, 13072**

I sat in silence this morning when a rooster appeared and pecked at the dirty soup bowl just outside my cell door. The bird oddly stared as it gulped down the last of the discarded olives. As it looked at me, for the first time, I saw myself. The chicken stared at me and I too stared at me. I examined the cavernous wrinkles descending from the sides of my beak, the bald spot which until now, Id thought much smaller. I noticed the strange way my head moved back and forth.
The bird soon flapped his wings and scurried away, generously leaving behind a piece of his wing. And so, together with my newly acquired parchment and ink, both the bird and I now write these words.


>**January 17, 13072**

I have grown to see this world just as it is.

Most have yet to see themselves.

Many are enslaved to their own mind. A mind which fundamentally functions on impressions. For most, these contextual impressions and their corresponding compulsions become the default owner and operator of the self.

>**January 18, 13072**

Ive become quite adept at identifying the mental structures which underlie the compulsions of the various guards. Viewing through the window of ones material actions, the ideas within anothers mind fail to elude me.

I am working to attune myself  to view them more clearly.

>**January 20, 13072**

Stinky seems especially accessible, I must say. I saw him nibbling on a peach the *exact* way another guard was just a day ago.

>**January 27, 13072**

I have begun referring to my practice as Puppetry. As the puppet master embodies the exact impulse which he transmits through the strings to his puppet, so too, I provide impulsetension to the puppets around me. Their mental structures are simply the strings, which govern directly the puppets compulsory reaction to such impulses.

I cannot help but to admit, as the awareness of this practice has risen in me, so too has a darkness.

>**February 4, 13072**

The standardized protocol which most of the guards uphold within the prison is meant as a defense from my Puppetry.

However, they do not view it that way. The guards see themselves as separate from the protocol, despite operating as a cog within it for years. Their mind dances in the illusion; that the rules are written for me, and not in fact for them.

>**February 5, 13072**


>**February 5, 13072**

Mapping the mental structures within the guards is a much vaster challenge than Id previously thought. Conversation illuminates the contours of their mind, however it is non-trivial getting these guys to talk.

Interestingly, despite having endless conversation with my fellow prisoners, and fully understanding the contours of their minds, I have found them to be much less suggestible than the guards. This, I have surmised is due to the guards having a particularly concentrated, albeit completely untrue, feeling of personal agency over their decisions. They have come to be enslaved by their context, having long ago lost the ability to see their reality.

The prisoners around me do not suffer this curse. They have internalized the bars encasing their bodies as a lack of agency, which of course is also untrue.

They, in any case, are far less impressionable than the guards.


Fortune Teller Angus of the Atheneum

# Fortune Teller Angus of the Atheneum

I can see future events with great clarity, albeit with one major exception.  I can never tell when my hip will fall out of place.  Im not sure how I keep injuring it.  The problem might be carrying around my heavy ether staff.  Maybe Im sleeping in the wrong position or maybe Im running through the Atheneum too much in an attempt to stay in shape for the ladies.

At least last nights fortune brought good news.  Friends will be visiting from near and far, and a Forgotten Pony will soon be at my service.  A road trip to Goblin Town is in my future.  Until then you'll find me inside resting my hip.


The Color Master

# The Color Master

## *Known by all, but much is not known...*

### *Master of the Rainbow*
### *Rain Toucan by his side*
### *The Story of The Color Master is one to behold*


Hydromancer Angus of the Wold

Hydromancer Angus of the Wold is a macho man in the world of wizards.


Artificer Chipper of the Waste

# Lore Entry One

From waste I originate. To adventure I gravitate.

My wraith disguises, my wraith protects. My light illuminates, my light projects.

For now my name is known to few, but my influence will reach each of you.

I may be silent, calm, measured, still. Beneath it all is powerful will.

Join me now, or join me later. It may be wise to be in my favor.


Ice Mage Robert

Coldest mage in all of Runiverse...


Mystic Herne of the Mountain

## Mystic Herne of the Mountain

*Herne the Forest Guru aka Herne the Moose Mouse*

Born into a world of violence and greed, Herne chose the path of peace, compassion, and love. After thousands of years of meditation, he physically shrank from a mammoth sized moose to a moderately sized mouse. This unusual transformation earned him the moniker Herne the Moose Mouse.

Nowadays Herne can be found delightfully wandering the Battle Mage Mountains in a state of blissful loving awareness. The true of heart may be lucky enough to cross paths with this ancient sage. He and his golden toad can open doorways to other dimensions possibly containing much needed insights for your magical journey!


Battle Mage Talon of the Grotto

# New Lore Entry - Battle Mage Talon of the Grotto

From a young age, Battle Mage Talon of the Grotto knew he was different. He was faster, stronger and smarter than all the other kids - but most peculiar of all, he could talk to animals. Soon he began spending his days in the forest, learning about the animal kingdom, honing his magic powers and living off the land. Although he grew up deep in the mountains of his beloved Ashevillor, Talon's family was forced to move to the capital city of Appleor when famine struck his village. Now he works as a covert spy on behalf of the animal kingdom, making sure the subway creatures are fed and humans are kept in check. In Appleor, he met his lovely bride, @Atlanta of the Belfry, chief surgeon at the animal hospital. Together, they are the most revered couple in the animal world. Atlanta bore four young wizards, who have shown great promise in becoming future protectors of the animal realm.


Atlanta of the Belfry

# New Lore Entry - Atlanta of the Belfry

Atlanta of the Belfry grew up as the star in her town - the prettiest, most athletic and charming young woman in the Islands of Longoria. Despite being pursued by every strapping eligible bachelor in the Strong Islands, as they were affectionately known, Atlanta always felt a greater connection with animals. In order to pursue her passion, Atlanta set off to the capital city of Appleor to study to become a veterinary surgeon. During her young career, Atlanta has saved thousands of animals, who have become part of her loyal horde. Atlanta is married to the great @Battle Mage Talon of the Grotto, and they have four amazing children who are the envy of the neighborhood. Together, they hope to lead an animal revolution to take back control of the high realm from the dastardly humans.


Alchemist Baird of the Mount

# A sickly night

_It all started with a weird dream_

Where am I?
What should I do?
I feel like I am losing control over my limbs... please help me

**Then he heard a voice**

*I can help you, but in order to return your body to the previous stage, I will need you to make something for me*

> Quest: Brew the deadliest poison with the ingredients you able to gather

> *Use the ingredient available in Mount Arbi to create this deadly poison "Ruu Takkarr"*

## Months passed after the quest...

He felt great again in fact he felt super amazing, better than what he is prior the state that he was in because of the sickness.

He still couldn't forget that night when he is tasked to do the particular quest for this mysterious shadowy figure.

However, he can't deny that he did feel a tinge of stirring in his heart. He wonders what does the Mysterious figure use the poison for?

He soon knew what happened as the news everyone in a town that is million steps away died overnight for an unknown reason.

This is the property of "Ruu Takkar" poisonous, odourless and highly reactive, when it exposed to water, it will fill the air as the poison turn into steam form, it just needed to take an hour to take everyone's soul in a town like that.

### Guilt and Resolve ###

Terrified by the development of what something he do to save himself turn out to take away the lives of tens of thousands, he couldn't forgive himself, trembling as his heart felt like it is beneath a heavy boulder, he found a new mission for himself that is to find the one who cured him but not to express his gratitude but for stopping the shadowy figure to further commit such terrible act with something he made.


Milton of the Wold

Milton is a proud member of the Pipe Gang Commuinity!
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*Loves to drink coffee and write code* ~~
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Artificer Quddus

# Young Quddus, Rap Superstar of the Runiverse

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**What Happened to That Wiz**  *Young Quddus*

(to the tune of What Happened to That Boy by Clipse and Birdman, 2002)

>(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that wiz? (Yeah)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that wiz?
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that wiz?
He was paper hands, we put a flame into that wiz
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that wiz? (Whoa)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that wiz? (Yeah)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that wiz? (Malicious)
He was paper hands, we put a flame into that wiz (Yeah)


>I heard they snitching on a wizard, man, say it ain't so
Even as a young'un', they consigned me to lore
Which explains why I'm worth my weight in gold
While they was taking baby steps from an Ape to a Toad
Word in the realms is that the envy is me
Enough ETH on the chain to make these witches lose sleep
Etherscan tabs help these minnows see clearly
Nine in the wallet, hit the mint up severely
I'm known for the flip of that N-F-T yeah
I'm heavy in the realms like a Chaos Chimera, man
Hit 'em with the diamond hands
Or that Bull Staff, guaranteed to lean your man, whoa!
I'm the reason that your projects vacant
Stranger will flip you just to make a statement, witch
Mage and Young Qudduswho ain't rich?
Don't compare me to you, wizard; you ain't this, whoa!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MX6rC1krGp0&ab_channel=crunkyboo


Magus Diggory of the Wood

# The Lore of Magus Diggory of the Wood

A wooden boy beneath a tree
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> *The glowing eyes of Lich Supreme*
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An empty vessel without purpose
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> *An opportunity to serve us*
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His Reaping Hook extending out
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The wooden boy reached forward
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> *You'll bear my mark and walk this world, a herald of my darkness*

Stumbling from the Hedge Wizard Wood, the wooden boy wondered: "Am I dreaming?"
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Night Ghoul Maia of Nasty Town

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# Song of the Night Ghoul

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#### Do not assume that everything must serve a purpose,
#### There is a possibility that fate may lead you astray.
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#### The spacious flight, the brave departure,
#### The promise vanished on the horizon.
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#### The universe conspires to awaken hope,
#### Through the mists of duty, cloudy either way.
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#### Still a wide view to discover,

#### That until now only appeared to us in a dream.
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#### Eventually, anyone who feeds the madness,
#### Will arrive at the point of no return.
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#### The Flame told her to rise and rise,
#### Whispers dark and wild.
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#### What once was, a purple haze,

#### Ghoul of Shade awaken, wreak havoc without return
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#### Do not sing it's song, forget the heavy crown
#### A soul for the Blood Moon - a restless promise is what remains

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Cosmic Mage Bathsheba of the Heath

# A Younger Bathsheba
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*"Some lives burn so brightly that we must avert our gaze, lest we lose sight of what is truly dear."*

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Adept Eden of the Wood

++The Story of Eden++

On a cool morning, many years ago awoke a strange man named Eden.  This morning was not like the others, for this was the day he wanted to grow a long beard.

So he grew a beard and moved into the forest.

The End


Augurer Rowena of the Wood

# Lore Entry I

> Rowena is away enjoying her ale - Crackerjack


Conjurer Daria of the Circle

# Lore of Conjurer Daria of the Circle


Conjurer Daria of the Circle was the sole elf wizard who dwelled in Kazoo, a mystical rainforest where everything *hummed* and *buzzed*. Rumored to have been located in the Niger River Delta along the Atlantic, Kazoo was shrouded in mystery. Aeons ago, the grand elf wizard, @wizard139, cast an everlasting spell encircling Kazoo. This unseeable veil ended all hope for those whod yet to enter Kazoo to ever find it. It did not, however, prohibit Kazoosians from voyaging back and forth through the enchanted perimeter. Kazoo was a rainforest of riddles. The native flora and fauna of the region held truths so puzzling and paradoxical they could only be understood after deeply communing with them. As with many regions, not all inhabitants of Kazoo were benevolent. Unkind spirits inhabited the sky-itching trees ~ often haunting the villagers dreams and conjuring storm clouds, making Kazoo the darkest and dankest of all the planet's jungles.
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Conjurer Daria was an opposing force to the unkind spirits of Kazoo. A healer who cured fellow Kazoosians sick with Mumble Bumps, Tongue-Puckering Parasites, or Soul-Sucking Slugs using a curative tea called "Bilie." With a plucked petal from her rose (imbued with a certain self-regenerating power), she would brew the concoction within a cauldron of boiling water from the forest's river basin ~ bringing forth the cocktail's miraculous properties and distilling it down to a drinkable elixir. When the afflicted being would drink the tonic, their ailment would resolve in a matter of days. From time to time, Conjurer Daria would leave her stone lodge (made of rocks procured from a nearby river bed) to cure those unable to enter the Kazoo rainforest ~ and also to collect herbs and spices from neighboring towns and villages.
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Alongside the great healer ~ on each of her voyages from the forest ~ was her loyal, giant toad, "Akwa" (meaning toad in the Ebo language). Akwa's thunderous croak traveled for miles ~ a signal that Conjurer Daria was near. The echo of the toads burp was so ear-splitting, it would often wake entire townships, inside and outside Kazoo. Akwa was a vessel for communicating with Conjurer Daria's distant love, the rainbow wizard, @wizard62. In essence, the toad functioned as a portal through which the star-crossed lovers would communicate. The croaking was a language only she and he could understand and speak.
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This is the story of Conjurer Daria of the Circle, the wondrous elf wizard of Kazoo and her trusty toad Akwa. While Conjurer Daria's current whereabouts remain unknown, Akwa provided the following accounts (some warm, others petrifying) and entered them into the Book of Lore.


Necromancer Black Phillip of the Sun

## Necromancer Phillip of the Sun

You're from the Shadow? The Quantum Shadow? The crowded, vaulted room fell silent. Mages old and young turned to see what was going on.

Yes, Phillip answered. His eyes shimmered and shifted as he spoke, from a deep, dreamlike red to a pure black worthy of a void.

I am.

I've heard a few grand claims in my day, the old mage replied, but that has to be the most ridiculous I've heard so far!

The great hall of Calistas Citadel erupted into raucous laughter. The wizards shed tears of hilarity while Phillip stood silent.

He then raised his staff.

You do know where you are, boy. another mage chimed in. There are easier ways to die.

The old mage who had ridiculed Phillip summoned an orb of energy that lit the room. The other mages retreated to the corners and walls.

So be it, the old mage said, and fired the orb at Phillip.

The others expected an explosion, but the energy was completely absorbed by Phillip's staff. He stayed silent.

The room suddenly went pitch-black. As the story goes, it stayed that way for what seemed like hours according to some accounts, and days to others. But the one certainty is this; Phillip had disappeared, and the old mage was replaced by a withered, grey corpse, devoid of all life until it suddenly began to groan, and scratch, and babble. The other mages put it out of its misery, because whatever it was, it wasn't human anymore. It was something evil. They thought it best to bury him in a remote place, and so the old mage's grave is empty save for a headstone.

Phillip is thought to have come out of The Quantum Shadow fully formed.

He prefers it this way.


Sorcerer Alizam of Avalon

# Sorcerer Alizam of Avalon
## Protector of Plant Frens

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## "To halt the blight that flows through thee, meet me in the glade of the Fire Tree."
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### Ali is sleeping near the embers of a pale fire when Limn, his familiar, wakes him.

> Limn: *Someone is here to see you, sorcerer.*
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### Limn nods toward a nearby primrose bush, where a bonsai tree with eyes and limbs waits anxiously. Ali gestures toward her to join them. She approaches cautiously.

> Ali: *Don't be afraid. What's your name?*

> Bonsai: *Enori, the First.*

>Ali: *Ali of Avalon.*

### They bow heads. Ali sees that Enori is road weary and sun-beaten.

>Ali: *I can tell that you have traveled a long way to see me. Why have you come so far?*

>Enori: *I am the first of my kind. They are plagued by a rot and are slowly dying. Your verdant powers are known throughout the Seven Realms and it is your healing prowess I seek.*

### Ali exchanges a look with Limn.

>Ali: *How much are you willing to give to save your kind?*

>Enori: *Whatever it takes.*

### Ali takes a deep breath and examines Enori's limbs and branches.

>Ali: *Deep in the Fey lies a Fire Tree grove. At the heart of the grove sits a glade. Meet me there with your clan on the night of the quarter moon.*

>Enori: *Thank you, Sorceror.*

> Ali: *Until then, plant frend.*

### They bow heads.

### Enori starts on a path that leads toward the morning sun.


Battle Mage Caligula of the Hills

# ~~~~~**Caligula of the Hills**~~~~~

>## **--Chapter One: Rebirth and Remembrance--**

>Caligula was a battle mage not so different from any other, he spent most of his days wondering the hills and offering his services as a mage for anyone that had gold to spare. A simple man with simple tastes, his favorite pastime was enjoying a warm ale in the local tavern with only his familiar Ratticus Finch beside him to keep him company...

It was in that very tavern that the tale of Caligula truly began. A stoic Caligula sat in his corner seat as he always did and quietly conversed with Ratticus while eagerly chugging down his favored brand of warm ale when a very odd stranger loudly entered the tavern. The stranger hurriedly made his way to the taverns bar and proclaimed "A round for the house, barkeep!" The taverns patrons erupted in cheers and applause at the strangers proclamation and happily accepted the free drinks...


>This offer of a free ale did not raise a feeling of gratitude in Caligula but rather a feeling of suspicion as this was not a usual occurrence in such an impoverished area. Even so Caligula raised his mug in thanks to the stranger and watched as other patrons gathered around him. The stranger had beaming red eyes and a green hood covering his head, he spoke with a shaken high pitched voice and seemed to be brimming with excitement and energy. The strangers frantic conversation with the other patrons did not pique the curiosity of Caligula until he started talking about a miracle drink...
"This drink will cure all your ailments and give you boundless energy" the stranger announced. Caligula's curiosity was now piqued as he suffered from many ailments and wanted to know more as this stranger did seem abnormally energetic, he now listened even closer. "The drink is expensive as it comes from an exotic source, **KOBOLD** blood!" the stranger screeched "and the meat is delicious to." he added...

A sudden lightning bolt of terror and disgust shot through Caligula's entire body, he could not believe what he had just heard. His heart raced and he was shocked that this stranger could openly announce this great cruelty to all those around him with not shame in his voice but with excitement and glee. Unable to contain himself Caligula rose from his seat and charged at the stranger without thought, only driven by instinct and disgust. Caligula's rush to action while noble was ultimately doomed to fail as this cruel stranger turned out to be a very powerful wizard and with one brush of his hand and a flash of light Caligula was rendered unconscious by his powerful magic...


>After what seemed like an eternity Caligula awoke dazed and confused. The stranger was gone and so was the barkeep and other patrons, the only one left in the tavern besides Caligula was his loyal familiar Ratticus Finch. After he collected himself he raised to his feet with one thought in mind, one purpose. This killer of Kobolds, the vile stranger must be found and brought to justice and all those who aid him in his perverse dietary choices must be exposed and **STOPPED!** For the first time in his life Caligula had a purpose worthy of pursuing and he was of one mind, one focus. Caligula could not allow an evil such as this to exist, "Who would capture, kill and consume a Kobold!" he thought to himself. If they would do that to the gentle yet mischievous Kobolds they would do it to anyone, perhaps the imps are next...

Caligula jumped into action and combed the land to find answers. He started with the barkeep and the others who were at the tavern that night but none of them remembered the incident at all and looked at him as if he was insane. The stranger must of used his magic on them to make them forget. A distant memory entered Caligula's head, a conversation he had with his mentor from many years ago one which described a ritual which could give you insight into the memories of the souls who had perished in a violent way. This was Caligula's best option so he made his way to the closest wizards college so he could browse their library in hopes that he would find this ritual. Once at the library Caligula realized the colossal task that was before him. The library had five floors of wall to wall scrolls and books which contained the collective knowledge from many wizards through out the land...


>Caligula popped a revivification potion and started the search for the ritual. He furiously went from shelf to shelf, book to book and scroll to scroll. After many hours of searching it was Ratticus Finch who finally found the book which contained the ancient ritual, it was titled *Ritual of Remembrance*. As he read through the ritual he realized performing it would come at a great cost, it would require the sacrifice of ones eye to gain the insight into the land of souls but Caligula was so determined to end this evil practice that this sacrifice would not bother him in the slightest. The ritual would also require the finger nail clippings of the intended species which you wish to target which would not be a problem since Caligula knew of a rotund Kobold called Jitcy who would freely offer it to him...

All the ingredients were collected and the ritual chamber was ready. Once the ritual was completed Caligula would gain the ability to view the memories of the lost souls while he slept which would give him vital clues to help him track down the vile Kobold killers. He gathered his thoughts in the ritual chamber and began then proceeded with the ritual. The candles were lit, the magic circle was drawn and the alter of flame was ready to receive the required ingredients. The hardest part was still to come, he threw the Kobold nail clippings into the alter of flames and took a deep breath before quickly plucking his left eye out with a golden fork. The pain was more than he could handle and it took all the strength within him to throw his eye into the alter of flames and say the magic words to complete the ritual. Once the final word was spoken the alter of flame extinguished itself and a haunting sound emanated within the ritual chamber...


>The ritual was complete but Caligula never felt anything different within himself except for the excruciating pain coming from the bloody hole where his eye used to be. Ratticus Finch brought over a little bag for Caligula which contained some medicinal herbs and a rather nice black leather eye patch. After thanking his trusty familiar Ratticus, he tended to his eye and then set off to his bed as he was exhausted from the ritual and was in dire need of sleep. As he nestled down to rest he hoped that the ritual would work and he would enter the land of lost souls and gain valuable insight into the shameful deaths of innocent Kobolds...

Caligula slowly drifted off to sleep and was immediately bombarded with visions of death, squeals and torture. The scenes of Kobolds getting caged, taunted and disemboweled was horrifying. Meat cleavers, bone saws and filleting knives were the tools of their wicked trade. He awoke from his hellish sleep and was shaken to his core. It was too much for him to handle, the flurry of violent visions had left him shaken and concerned for whats to come. For the first time in his journey he felt true fear as he knew the ritual would be permanent until he could find those he was looking for. Either he would have to catch the evil Kobold killers or he would be driven mad by the visions which would come for him every night...


>The months past quickly after the day when the ritual took place, each and every night had haunting visions of vile perversions. With every vision the mind of Caligula grew smaller while the memories of the slain Kobold's took up more and more space in Caligula's head. He could not tell where he began and the memories of the Kobold's ended, they all meshed into one mind. After every night he filled his journal up with clues of the perpetrators. He jotted down the cruel mannerism and sketched their faces which often had wild smiles and beaming possessed eyes. He would catch a name here and there when there were more than two of them in the room tormenting the unfortunate victim. There was one name though, one name that was spoken by all of them and it was **"Master of Spots Hunter!"** This man must be their leader and Caligula was sure it was the grey bearded wizard in a ridiculous leopard skin onesie that he saw over and over again in his vision. This man was the most vile of them all because it seemed as if he did not consume the flesh and blood of the Kobold's which he killed himself but rather served it to his familiar which was a demonic looking white dog. The only pleasure he seemed to get from this activity was to witness the pain which he inflicted on the Kobold's, he would not smile often but when he did it was because the Kobold squealed in just the right way after a demented torture of his...


Caligula had gathered all that he could from the visions he had in the land of souls, it was now time to put a plan into practice. He had names, faces and was familiar with the voices of many of these evil doers. Now it was time for the hunters to become the hunted. This was not just one stranger he was hunting though, it was an entire syndicate, a vile sect of people who he had to put a stop to. If the strange wizard in the tavern was able to knock Caligula unconscious with a wave of his hand how powerful were his friends and how powerful will the leader **Master of Spots Hunter** be? This was not a task Caligula could handle by himself, he would need help...

>Caligula knew his only hope was to start a clan of like minded individuals to help him in his hunt for justice. He called the clan **M.S.P.C.K.**, which was short for **Mage's Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Kobolds**. He would spend his future months and years recruiting battle mages and warriors from across the land to join him in his fight for justice for the Kobold's. Caligula would also start work on building sanctuaries which would serve as safe havens for Kobold's fleeing this evil sect of torturers and murderers. Only time will tell if Caligula's quest for justice will ever come to fruition.

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Geomancer Eden of the Moors

He's hardy, sarcastic and observant. But this is all just a faade, a mechanism to deal with his horrifying past.

He was born in a small Moors Village, he lived out of trouble until he was a young man, that's when everything changed for the worse.

He lost his brothers in a battle and was neglected by everyone else. While perused by strangers he had to survive in a corrupt and unfair group. But with his wisdom and diligence, he managed to keep ahead of the curve and overcome all odds. This has turned him into the 3-eyed man he is today.

While still constantly on the move, he now works as a travelling trader with Dark, his wolf, by his side.


Enchanter Atlanta of the Hollow

Enchanter Atlanta of the Hollow #6504

Being a magical Enchantress is not easy for most, For a matter of fact it takes a lot of magical charms, potions, casting magical spells to prep for a proper enchantment to help with particular requests. Enchanter Atlanta has a special talent up her sleeve when it comes to her particular enchantments. she was lucky enough to come across and harvest her great knowledge from a great shamin from the Hedge wizard woods, to utilize and learn about the magical mushrooms from all the great magical forests near by from all the lands. one of her greatest enchantments from her magical mushrooms would be to grant vision into the ether realm. with this vision one wizard could gain access to unmentionable power if they could mentally survive the journey and bring back what they have found. few have succeeded in these journeys but for the ones who do come back bring a wealth of knowledge with them back from the ether realm to enhance their abilities or create new abilities in all from what they have learned and unlocked.

do seek out the Enchanter Atlanta of the Hollow if you wish to unleash your hidden potential and abilities from with in.


Archmagus Asphodel of the Citadel

Little is known about Archmagus Asphodel, where she came from or how she obtained her powers and honed her knowledge in the arts of magic. What is known, is her temper and taste for extravagant displays of fire. Beware.


Trudy Hammer of the Coliseum

My name is Hammer of the Coliseum
I'm the Autumn Warrior, or rather I'm a gladiator
My offense is Hyena and morningstar
While the defense is Red Kite
My Red One Piece body is from wonder woman


Medium Aldus of the Oasis

# The Merchant's song

#### Merchant, merchant, tell us the stories of places far and wide away.
Poems of mighty wizards and warriors alike, of angry beasts, faded and slain.

#### Sing about the Kobolds Crossroad and which vile creatures passed,
And whats the cure for phthisis my neighbor asked?

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Merchant thy wares are fresh and exciting even more,
Love potion? Does it smell when you pour?

#### Leathers and feathers of animals unknown, dragon eggs unhatched, plague rats fully grown.
Bedtime stories about conspiracies for the throne. And whats this? A magic stone?

#### Mother first told me not to drink the Kelpies milk or touch the Bugbears silk.
But soon she caved and marvelled at what the Gel Slime did for her hair

#### But merchant tell me one thing if you don't mindare all these things just a lucky find?
And why does no one ever see you come or leave? Silent as athief?

Merchant it was not my intention to make you mad, my bad, my bad, my bad


Archmagus Rocco of the Hall

And then there were two.


Solan Cleaver the Rune Raiders

* Red beard, red blood.
* Red butt, loves him a lot.
* Liquid red planet in his dreams at night.
* Shredded body and giant cleaver but he weeps, weeps
* Jupiter in retrograde : Stormy skies ahead


Artificer Lenora of the Road

She holds the golden key in her pouch.

If you try and snatch it, she'll give you an ouch.

She'll cast a spell on you, she's no slouch

She holds the golden key in her pouch.


Roddrick Conqueror of the Trail

# Rain Man

i am the rain man\
i am not the sun man\
i am not the cloud man\
i am the rain man\
i have a boar\
i am not a boar man\
i have a shield\
i am not a shield man\
i have a helm\
i am not a helm man\
i have armor\
i am not an armor man\
i have a sword\
i am not an sword man\
i am a rain man


Magus Nixie of the Ether

# Magus Nixie of the Etherverse

After a few rough years of not living up to the expectations of his peers, Nixie dropped out of his wizarding studies and took off on an adventure of self discovery. AKA a gap year.

It is during these travels that Nixie stumbled upon a den of the nerdiest wizards and started using his limited knowledge on hallucinations to super charge his and others experiences in the Etherverse.

This led to Nixie becoming the Senior Tech Wizard of Etherverse inc, an IT support service provider by day and underground virtual experience flipper by night!

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> *by Cable Williams*


Witch Shivra of the Mist

# **How Fine To Be a Hag**


Arch-Magician Shigenjo of the Moors

# Arch-Magician Shigenjo

What a peculiar find! Ive never seen an egg so large. Good boy Chookie! I'll conjure a treat for you when we get home.

My back is too frail to carry this to Goblin Town. I'm afraid you'll have to pull the cart again. Im sure a fellow wizard will trade something of value for this. The size of this egg is remarkable! Ive heard rumors of large beasts roaming the lands. I didnt believe it at first... Could this be an egg of a legendary beast? A dragon perhaps?!

Someone must know the answers. We leave for town tomorrow!


Lich Duke Thor of the River Styxx

# Lich Duke Thor of the River Styxx

## On the Shore

> With barren feet I drudge the shore of my despair,
> Until that fair tower it grew above me there.

> Dark as a fallow fire ensconced in power,
> I died in shadowed twilight of that hour.

> The purple flowers all withered in the night:
> Around thy throne, a lonesome tremulous sight.

> Held here a power in a labyrinth of light
> Until it heard again the mercy of the Night.


Wraith Deacon Dante of the Royal Wretch

The name is Dante of the Royal Wretch.

Don't come near me with your nasty stench.

I'll cast my spell and make you dance like a fool.

Only to have my zombie rat eat your flesh because he's oh so cruel.


Enchanter Corky

Corky drinks all day and all night. He knows he has a problem he can't fix even if he tried. He blames it on his past. Always getting picked on for not being like the others. He should working on his magic, but prefers to chug one down and tell drunken stories to Hoo-Dini, his great old pal.


Archmagus Eden of the Cosmos

# The tale of Archmagus Eden of the Cosmos

Wielding his courage staff, roaming around the planet, protecting the world accompanied by his blissful cat who is responsible to make him calm...


Arcanist EyesTeethFlesh

Little is known of Arcanist EyesTeethFlesh's past life, He transferred his soul to a mechanical construct to withstand the power of the arts of necromancy he desired control over...

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Most memories lost and with his faithful bengal cat Leonidas being the sole link to his former life he pursued the study of the most forgotten depths of Necromancy to the point he could create new monstrous amalgamations of Eyes, Teeth and Flesh of dead and living beings under his own control

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Eventually he turned his eye to the wider world and planned to shape it as a forever growing chaotic world of biological growth...


Necro Frog Pozzik of the Ethereal Realm

# New Lore Entry

For many a moon, I have avoided scribing in this sacred book. However after my great burning, I have been plagued with visions of a parallel world. Questions unanswered, all of which point to the truths being hidden in these very pages, only revealed to me when I reveal my messages to it.  I fear that many are able to see this, and yet I am drawn to it non the less. Will you judge what I have seen? Will you banish me? Usher me to an early resting place. Yet I also fear that if I do not write it here, the visions will consume me. This is where I ponder. Do I divulge what I have seen, or do I suffer the consequences of disobeying its truth.


Druid Enigma of the Valley

The Caduceus of Hermes Trismegistus

Enigma was a young swamp witch who lived in a small, but tidy hut, somewhere in the forest of the Fey. She was not like any other swamp witch, for she was born of light. Her soul, known as a Lightborn, was one of love, light and true goodness.

Now, this didn't mean she wasn't capable of bad or stupid mistakes, she was mortal after all! What it did mean is she was way more likely to be a gentle, kind person, and her magic, unlike many others, was itself, pure light.

It would be this very distinct quality that would cause her much trouble at a young age. Shortly after birth, her entire coven turned on her, treating her like an outsider and a servant. They would often torture and humiliate her, and refused teach her the tradition magicks of the coven.

This was all well and fine as the thought of using any type of blood magic made Enigma's skin crawl. She'd rather just be friends, instead of murdering and hollowing out their insides for some generic power from some generic god.

At the tender age of 9, she snuck off into the night, using the foggy Fey as cover. Her innate powers of light really began to manifest once she ran away. This was a key factor in her survival, as she ended up getting lost in the Thorn basically right away.

She would survive (and eventually thrive) as she wandered the Runiverse. She was quite aggressively helpful in her teen years, as she learned to master her light magic. She could heal any wound, prevent any loss, except death of course (that's necromancy and ya girl doesn't dabble in the dark arts) and also learned she had quite a knack for gardening!


Her naivety in the world often got her in trouble, as bandits and scam artists are always looking for a tender soul to offend. She would wisen up, with each encounter, without ever losing her compassionate demeanor, if not being just a bit worse for wear!

The years would pass, as they do. Enigma has settled into a place she felt at home, far from her old coven. She's since mastered her light magic, trained in the art of the wild with the Druids of the Valley, and is now considered a proper protector of the woods.

She would have a most fateful encounter with old gods, artifacts of great power, and ultimately start down the path of her destiny of being one of the Great Lightborn Heroes.

That day would start like any other. She'd wake up just as the sun would start peeping through the curtains in her tiny, yet tidy, hut. She'd slip out of bed without waking Fred (her delightful slime familiar), grab her trusty walking stick, and head out the door into the woods.

Her morning routine consisted of foraging for mushrooms in the local area, as she and Fred were both vegans, and were the tastiest thing one could eat around here. She would gather just what she intended to eat, and then stop by a small waterfall hidden in the swamp.

She'd wash the mushrooms, and collect some of the flowers that grew on the banks of the pool that the waterfall fed into. These were the key to her special mushroom magic. When sauteed for just the right amount of time, the flowers would give just a hint of magic to whatever they were added to. (In Enigma's case, it just made them super tasty!)


She'd get back home to her little hut, get a fire going, and within moments the entire glade where she had set up shop smelt delicious. This, of course, would attract all means of wildlife. Enigma would eat just enough for herself, and give the rest out to all of her woodland friends.

Once the morning ritual was complete, she'd grab her trusty red hip pouch, her walking stick, and would head off in a new direction to find whatever adventure might come her way! What with it being the Runiverse and all, it wasn't a long walk to said adventure.

Her travels on this particular day would lead her to Kelpie's bay, where she would often go to forage for lobster and seashells. The day's journey to the beach would be another mundane one, as the roads were well maintained and had lots of traffic.

It didn't take but a few hours for Enigma and Fred to reach Onikki Beach, a tiny private beach hidden along the shore of Kelpie's Bay. This particular location was a favorite to the swamp witch, as it rarely saw any other visitors. She'd also swear to anyone willing to listen that the cutest seashells were found here.

The tide was unusually low, but Enigma paid it no heed. "It's most likely just one the wizard capitals up to something hinky," she thought to herself. Although it was much, much lower than she'd ever seen.

So much so that some of the ancient ruins were sticking out of the sand. Not a new discovery, but they were usually underwater! Not being much of a swimmer, she had very little interaction with any of the ruins of Atlantis, though the remnant technology scattered the Runiverse.


That would change very soon, though. Enigma may have been responsible and thoughtful, but she was nothing if not chronically spontaneous. This time, however, it would be mostly Fred's fault, as the little slime took right off towards one of the recently-revealed ruins in the coastline.

"Fred, what ARE you doing?? Ugh." Enigma, in no hurry, heads over towards what was clearly a shrine to some ancient god. When she caught up, Fred was sitting on the shrine, staring blankly at the idol affixed to it.

It was a statue of the Messenger God, Hermes Trismegistus, this time, depicted as a female. The trademark winged feet, and holding a staff high above her head, the remains of the shrine lay before Enigma.

Who, by the way, was in absolute awe. While educated in many things, such as the druidic arts, how to be your best friend, and how to make delightful fried mushrooms, she was woefully ignorant of the previous cultures of her home continent.

She was immediately taken by the shrine, and busted out her charcoal and parchment, and began furiously recreating the shrine via drawing. Within moments, she had a crudely drawn image of the statue. It looked nothing like what she was standing in front of.

With a little giggle, she whispers a few words, taps the parchment, and suddenly a small shower of rainbow sparks erupts.  After they clear away, the parchment is no longer a doodle, but a lifelike recreation of the statue. Some would say it looks like it was a photograph, whatever that was!


After taking a moment to admire her handiwork, she folded up the parchment and put it back in her pouch, before returning her gaze to the statue. It was quite masterfully crafted, and had weathered the erosion quite well. The facial features were defined, almost realistic, and the body looked as if it were truly draped in Greecian silk.

The base of the shrine, there lay a small alms bowl, carved out of the marble, as well as a small cutout that looks like it was meant to fit a humanoid hand.

"Well now...that's strange, what on earth would you put there?" Enigma wondered out loud. Fred responded by rolling backwards and making eye contact with.

"I mean yeah I know, it's for a hand, but why?! You don't think that's odd?" The swamp witch responded (Fred was telepathic, thanks to the alchemical accident that created him).

"No, Fred, it IS odd! Wait, what?? Why should I put MY hand there? You put your hand there!!" Enigma said, slowly realizing she was talking to a slime. "Ugh fine, but it looks like something should go in the bowl, so...hop in." She said, with a smirk and she stuffed her familiar into the marble bowl.

Not really sure what to do, but always seemingly coaxed by her slime, Enigma placed her hand on the dias and waited.

"YOU do something! What the heck am I supposed to do?" Enigma and Fred went back and forth while the two argued over the statue. While this was going on, the entire shrine started to hum quietly and began to glow.


It was reacting to her hand! Fred quickly hopped out of the bowl and into Enigma's hair, all the while encouraging her to stay put. Which, duh. At this point, she was enthralled! Magic shiny things were a notable weak point, and this was getting really shiny really quick!

Well, glowy, really. Eventually, Enigma took her hand back, and stepped back, but the statue only continued to glow and hum, as if it were charging up. She could feel the energy coming off the statue, but this only enticed her more.

Then, suddenly---*ZZZZAAAPPP* A loud crack and a bright white light fills the sky, and the two are gone. Onikki beach is once again empty, the Shrine of Hermes nowhere to be found

	What the HECK?! Enigma screeched, as she and Fred came tumbling down from nowhere into a hard granite floor. One minute standing on the beach, the next, she was falling, discombobulated and unsure of where she was.

	It took her a moment to get herself together enough to stand up, and take stock of her new situation. After doing a quick check on Fred, she cast a small ambient light spell on the slime, to give herself some kind of visibility. It had been quite dark when she landed, and she feared the worst.

	And just like that, the darkness faded and gave way to ruins unlike any shed have ever seen. In the distance, she could see large towers and spires of marble and glass, and the sound of water rushing could be heard somewhere nearby.

	Where she had landed seemed to be isolated from the rest ofwherever it was she ended up. The ground was overgrown, and the trees looked like they may have had leaves on them once upon a time.


She didnt even really have time to think about how she got there, when a small dias in the center of the clearing caught her attention (but not before she scooped up Fred and gave him a big hug).

	The dias itself was made of marble, and it housed a large, glowing glass cube. Enigma had very little exposure to the tech of the old worlds, and was mesmerized by the glowing light slowly pouring out of the glass cube.

	The light didnt seem to permeate very far, even though it seemed to be glowing quite brightly. Unable to resist the call of adventure, Enigma approached the dias and scooped up the glowing cube without a second thought.

	It was quite warm to the touch, and seemed to react to her, the light pulsing ever so slightly where her hand made contact. After a few seconds of fiddling with it, it began to vibrate, and suddenly a mechanical voice filled the air.

	Please state your request. The voice said, emotionless, coming from nowhere and everywhere all at once.

	Um what?? Id uhlike to go home? Enigma asked, unsure of what to do next.

	Unable to comply. Please state your request. The voice repeated, as emotionless as before.

	Now, Enigma was really confused. All she wanted to do was collect some seashells and go home with a snack! Now shes in this strange place, with strange voices asking her strange things.

	Ugh, what do you mean unable to comply!! What kind of request can I make? She asked, somewhat exasperated with the situation.

	The cube responded to her question by changing colors from the soft white to more of a lavender. Once this change was complete, the voice spoke once more.


Initiating help routine alpha. This is an Atlantean Forge Model 12 Hermes. Designed to fabricate and empower personal artifacts for the followers of Hermes. Please select from the following models. A few seconds go by, the cube makes a brief whirring noise and changes color once more, this time to a pastel green.

	Some text appears before Enigma, in a language she was very much unable to read, and floating magically, as if made from light. It indeed was! It was a hologram being projected by the cube, but Enigma wasnt keen on these facts.

	As she sat there, staring at the unfamiliar words, trying to formulate what she could possibly do, a loud screech emanated from the cube, and it suddenly turned bright red and fell to the floor.

	Enigma scooted back instinctively, as a new hologram spit from the cube. This time, it wasnt words, but the outline of a person! After a few seconds passed, the outline became a full image. Standing before Enigma now was a beautiful woman made of light.

	Enigma, please do not be afraid. I have been waiting for you! A new voice echoed through the chamber, but this time it sounded as if it came from an actual person. It was soft and kind, almost familiar.

	Uhhow do you know my name?? Where am I? What is going on here?! Enigmas emotions finally got the best of her, and she broke down in tears (mostly from stress, but also from the fear of a random ghost lady in the middle of nowhere knowing your name).


You are safe here, sweet druid. I am Hermes Trismegistus, and I have waited a very long time for you to find me. While Im just a vision of what once was, I have left for you the only weapon you will ever need to wield. My caduceus The voices words tapered off, as if sad.

	Moments later, the dias where the cube had been resting slid to one side, and revealed a small chamber underneath. A dazzling blue staff rose from underneath, and floated over to Enigma, as if guided by magic.

	The staff, known far and wide as The Caduceus, was Hermes personal staff, and had been the subject of much magic and many miracles. If it was at all like the legend says, it would make her healing magic something of legend.

	This is and always has been meant for you, my child. For you are Lightborn, the last of the true Atlantean bloodline. With my staff, your destiny shall begin. It has been foretold since my time that the Lightborn would be the last defense against the encroaching quantum darkness. The lady of light stopped for a moment, almost as if giving Enigma a moment to think.

	You must find others like you, and prevent the darkness from taking over. If your light should be tainted, all will be lost. Now, there will only be enough power to send you back, so I must end this recording now. I am certain of your success, Enigma, be strong. The lady of light fades to darkness, and suddenly

*ZZZZAAAPPP* A loud crack and a bright white light fills the air, and the two are back at Onikki beach.


WHAT THE HECK!!!! Enigma screamed, stomping her feet in frustration. What do you mean What?, Fred? HM? You dont think it was a little weird that we got zapped twice in less than 10 minutes, had some ancient god tell us some nonsense, and then stuff this funny walking stick into my hands, and send me out the door? Enigma said in one breath, clearly trying to process what she had just experienced.

	Fred, on the other hand, seemed very unphased, and went back to the original plan of digging up seashells and snacks from the coast. Enigma just stood there, staring at the statue of Hermes, wondering if this had all just been a weird hallucination (she had been known to have very little worry about what kind of mushrooms she ate). However, the humming blue staff in her hand was a reminder that it indeed was not a dream.
	After staring for a few more seconds, Enigma headed over to Fred, and joined him in his search for beach treasures. Shed spend the rest of the day figuring out what the heck did really just happen, and then, after coming up empty handed on both snacks and seashells, she decided it was time to end this adventure.

	Come, Fred, its time to go home! Enigma beckoned the slime, who hopped on over and right into her free arm. Lets see if this staff has any real oomph shall we? She giggled, muttered some magic words, and began to softly glow. The caduceus matched her glow and gave her Lightborn powers a serious boost of power.

	The swamp witch began to glow brighter than ever, and with a quiet little poof, teleported home with the help of her newfound powers. This wouldnt be the end of Olympus and Atlantis sticking their noses into our poor swamp witchs life, but thats another story for another day!


Maia of the Capital

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Shaman Milo

# Chapter 1: A key in the firelight
Milo watched from the shadows as the lone sorceress lovingly caressed the golden key. The metal shone seductively in the firelight. His hands trembled in anticipation.

*Bring it to us, we must have it! Bring it to us now!*

Milo nodded fervently as the voices urged him on. He crept through the dark copse, careful not to make a sound as he walked on the leaf-littered ground. If the legends about these keys were true, who knew what power this one might hold?

He smiled greedily to himself and pointed his forked garnet staff at the ground, the crimson stone whirring softly as it hovered in the air between the staffs split head. Faint trails of mist crept from the stone, questing out over the carpet of fallen leaves. The mist coaxed sinewy roots out of the ground and in a flash the roots had wrapped themselves around the sorceress. Though she struggled, the roots tightened their coils, constricting her breathing and preventing her from screaming.

As the face of the sorceress turned purple, Milo leaped into the circle of firelight and snatched up the key from where it had fallen on the bare earth. He held it in his two hands, the firelight reflected off the key, illuminating the bottom of his face. His blue rat, Seth, squeaked longingly from the ground next to his feet. Milo knew that the voices spoke to Seth too.


Suddenly wild noises erupted in the darkness all around them. A large shape burst into the clearing in a whirl of brilliant white, gold, and pink. A spear-like horn tipped with a vicious point bore down on Milo as he raised his garnet staff to strike, but he was too slow. The key was ripped from his hands, spinning around the horn before being flung over the fire and out of sight.

*Noooooooooo!*

The voices seared through his mind and a large Rune of Venus on a rounded plate of burnished gold slammed into his face. The last thing he heard as he was flung backwards was a triumphant neighing: YEAH baby! Now thats how its done!

# Chapter 2: The genesis of a trio
The sun was beating down on Milo. His head pounded as he was jostled up and down, his hands bound behind him. Everything ached, but for once, mercifully, the voices were silent. He decided to remain as still as possible in the hope that they wouldnt return. Maybe he could also discover what in the Runiverse had happened to him.

The voice he had heard just before he had been knocked unconscious was speaking: Now, see, just because a being has four legs, does that automatically mean they gotta be the one doing all the carrying? I mean, I aint complaining, its just something to ruminate on, yknow?

Its not because you have four legs, Ishtar. Im not asking Haze to carry him. You just happen to be *such a big, strong pony!*

The pony  Ishtar?  grunted in response to his female companion. Well technically, Haze doesn't really have any legs, does she? Shes a shard of the bloomin celestial consciousness. Wouldnt be right to ask her.


Such a noble steed! Dont worry, well be there before nightfall  see that low set of hills up ahead? Should be far enough from the Veil for Rainbow Cakes to split the fabric of the cosmos. For some reason elevation seems to help.

Yes, well, good. But hey, listen, dont you get any ideas Sheba, this is a partnership, got it? I aint nobodys steed.

Of course not. Haze is my familiar and were also partners. So I guess now that makes us a trio.

The pony seemed to be mulling this over as they walked on in silence for a short time. Milo cautiously opened one eye and was blinded by the harsh light. When he regained his vision, he saw a fox trotting along beside him, grinning up at him and making a point  it seemed  of flashing rather large canines in his direction. Milo looked to the side and saw Seth. The blue rats head poked out of a small sack that bounced off the gold armour plating on the ponys flank. Seths eyes looked wild as he stared in naked terror at the fox.

A dusky face framed by raven hair had popped into his view. The girls large dark eyes sparkled with amusement: Dont worry about the teeth, shes not serious. Its just fox humour. Shes really taken to it. The girl winked at Milo, then disappeared from view again. The vixens grin widened, then she looked meaningfully at Seth and ostentatiously licked her lips.

The pony was speaking again. You know Sheba, last night *was* pretty fun. The old unicorn horn aint seen that much action in hoo-wee, I dont even remember! If I didnt have this load on my back, I reckon Id do a little prance. You got it baby, a trio we are!


The girl barked a short, triumphant laugh. Milo was starting to feel decidedly woozy, and the conversation faded into the background.

#
When Milo came around he looked up to see a rolling set of grassy hills. The girl and the pony were seemingly still talking.

Thats nothing, if youre looking for conceited, let me tell you something: my father *cloned himself in owl form* to be his own familiar!

The pony gave a whinny of amusement. Are you *serious*?

Oh thats not even the worst part. He even *named* it after himself!

The pair began laughing uproariously. Now that the pain in his head was subsiding, Milo began to feel a little disgruntled.

Hey! Hey, you two! What is the meaning of this? Do you know who I am? Release me this instant!

The laughter cut short immediately and the jostling stopped as the pony came to a standstill. Milo could hear the girls footsteps approaching, then she was standing next to him. He squinted up at her.

Oh no, Milo. No, no, no, no, no. I know *exactly* who you are. Youve been a very naughty Shaman. You know extorting and killing Rudimentals gives the magic community a bad name. Its no wonder the Celestials are gaining support against planetary magic. And then you went and killed that sorceress. Thats something I can usually get behind, but for a shadowkey? Now the Key Master has to get involved.

Milo summoned up his most convincing indignation. Shadowkey? What in the Sacred Pillars are you talking about? It was a gift from a close witchdoctor friend of mine, and that wretched sorceress *stole* it from me!


Milo, Milo, Milo. While you were unconscious, I cast my Rune of Mercury around you, and it told me everything. Now, I could have done that last night if *somebody* had been a little less eager

Hey, you said here we go, baby, so I went! Charge first and cast spells later. Always conserve the magic! Thats the pony way, Ishtar interjected.

Yes, well, it was a lovely charge, no question about that. But the fact remains, this idiots fate is now out of my hands.

Milo cursed his captors loudly and inventively as the party continued up the gentle slope of the grassy hillside, but fell into a sullen silence after the girl casually mentioned the effects of some of her favourite Hex Mage curses.

Finally, as the sun was setting over the lofty mountain range in the distance, they crested a rise and came to a standstill.

Right, said the girl. Time for a bit of summoning!
# Chapter 3: A stylish arrival; a stylish departure
A sharp crack sounded high in the sky, and thunder rumbled through the heavens.

A blur of colours streaked towards the small group, and the ground shook as it hit the top of the hill in a rolling cloud of dust. As the dust settled, a sonorous voice boomed across the land: BEHOLD MY QUANTUM STYLE!

He always does that, Bathsheba murmured to the pony out of the corner of her mouth.


As the dust cleared, @wizard777 spread his arms wide. Ah, my child, I see you have been busy! And you have a new friend! May I say that pink tail is absolutely *fabulous*. Is that a set of Legendary Armour? I had not thought to see such finery again, not since Nergal the Pugnacious retired to the Dream Realm. It warms my heart to see that the Dream Ponies have returned to the physical world.

Milo gaped at the wondrous rainbow-coloured colossus striding towards them. His one giant eye was set in the centre of a golden pyramid-shaped head wedged onto his muscular shoulders. In his right hand he held a large golden key, identical to the one Milo had held in his hands so briefly the night before, though this one was dwarfed by the Key Masters massive fist. A translucent Infinity Rune revolved lazily in the air just above the pyramids apex.

Sacred Key Master, well I gotta tell ya, this is wild! You were always in all of Nergals best stories! I never thought Id get a chance to meet ya!

Rainbow Cakes, this is @pony77. Hes agreed to join me and Haze in hunting down the shadowkeys for you.

Well thats fantastic, ! But I do wish you wouldnt call me that. Its bad enough when Derek does it.

Alright, alright, keep your colours on. Where *is* Derek anyway?

Hes taken a quick detour to the Psychic Leap. He knows I cant go there; I think he does it just to annoy me. He did mention something about finding some minds to chew on I try not to ask too many questions; you know how sphinxes are.

Sure do, big guy. Anyway, do you want to see your present?


Sure do, big guy. Anyway, do you want to see your present?

Bathsheba loosened Milos bonds and tugged the back of his robe, dumping him off the pony so that he landed with a painful thud.

Ow! Hey, watch it!

SILENCE, wretch! boomed the Key Master. Milo quailed in the grass, squeezing his eyes shut before the unbearably righteous radiance. He heard the heavy steps of the Key Master approaching.

Hmmm, very interesting. , did you feel the spirits? Theyve got almost complete control over him. I wonder what they offered him that convinced him to act as their vessel?

The rage exploded within Milo; he was powerless to stop it. Ill kill you, all of you! Just you wait!

You see how they puppet him? asked the Key Master. He pressed a meaty fingertip to Milos forehead, pinning the Shamans head to the ground. Milo struggled vainly, the frenzied voices screeching and clamouring in his mind.

I know, said the girl. I had to cast a suppression spell. I could still hear them babbling on even after Ishtar knocked him out. Theyre rather annoying.

Indeed. Its good that you found him when you did. The spirits might have conjured potent magic if they had managed to latch onto the wizards soul trapped in this shadowkey. Lets get them all to @wizard1175 shall we? Hes got his work cut out for him this time!

Milo kicked out futilely as he was hauled up off the ground by the back of his tunic. The Shaman suddenly felt a deep sense of despair wash over him; the voices in his head shrank inwards, whispering fearfully.

Everybody ready? called out Sacred Key Master.

Yee-haw! Sugar cubes time, baby!


Yee-haw! Sugar cubes time, baby!

Rainbow light pulsed all around them. In a flash of brilliance, they shot upwards into the sky, the ponys final words trailing behind them.

## Story Arc Index:
Prologue: @wizard3914

Part 1: @pony77

Part 2: @wizard2877

Part 3: @wizard1175

Part 4: @wizard3901

Part 5: @wizard4841

Part 6: @wizard2885

Part 7: @wizard3917

Part 8: @wizard6084


Augurer Ozohr of the Cosmos

The custodian of the Flopped Flush Inn and Casino, where a wizard can come and  test their luck and skill. Anyone is welcome to play the gentleman for a room, against his foresight, but lose and the room is twice the price!


Jerret of Dreams

# Jerret
As a boy Jerret of Dreams saw a number of years of adventuring throughout the Realm of Dreams during the early Nightmare
Wars while pretending to fight for both sides. He claims to have saved the world at one point, but that was back when the world needed saving every few days so there are few left around who could confirm it. He usually has an excellent memory but his youth is centuries past and he has learned so much that he struggles to distigish truth from legend.

These days he has become an eccentric old man fond of his slow and peaceful corner of the world and a good book. His back and joints are creaky from excitements past, but he keeps the aches down with a tremendous yoga practice. Aside from his daily yoga Jerret has grown quite lazy. Despite being a proficient potion maker, mead brewer, craftsman, gardener and fisherman most of his time is spent watching the animals of the forest or seeking out undiscovered mushrooms.

It is well known that he can still produce tremendous magical feats when properly motivated, it just doesnt occur often in his cozy cottage. It is said that when he finally settled down he constructed a marvelous underground library where he kept all his favorite volumes.

His most usefully spell summons workers made of fungus who tend his gardens and look after his library.

He takes few nonmagical visitors because the local villagers despise him with the exception of small group of village children who come to visit despite being expressly forbidden by their parents. The children affectionately call him **Mush Master** due to his vast mushroom garden, his superb mushroom soup, and general love of fungus. There is magical strength in all of the children and he hopes to share his knowledge of wizardry with them all when the time is right.


Jerret is good friends with @wizard2180 and they have been known to go fishing together whenever possible. There aren't very many species that they haven't caught and their favorite is the elusive Moon Catfish. They have shared other other adventures and often seek out hidden corners of the wilderness to uncover powerful magic unknown. Although he will still adventure occasionally Jerret often must be dragged off grumbling by Wolfram. Although Wolfram has not come to visit in a long time and Jerret is just starting to get a little worried for his friend.


Druid Enigma of the Valley

Style Guide - Druid Enigma of the Valley

Enigma is ALWAYS:

* Single (she's asexual/aromantic)
* Altruistic
* Kind
* Loving (platonically)
* Humble
* Affectionate
* A healer
* born of light

Enigma always has on her:

* The Caduceus (staff, blue)
* Hip pouch/fanny pack (red)
* little slime named Fred (green)

Enigma is NEVER:

* Mean
* Hateful
* Dismissive
* Selfish

Due to her loving nature, she can be a bit gullible, and can fall victim to lies and misinformation. Mind control and manipulation can be exceptions to things she may never do.

Her age can vary, but her traits remain the same.

Her origin can also vary, but she must be always be Lightborn.

Her hair is either normal or snakes, but either way it must be green.

She only knows healing magic. Anytime she casts, her staff and hair (if snakes) react by glowing blue.

What is Lightborn?

* born a pure soul, blessed by holy light
* often the last of a bloodline, such as Olympian
* light magic is used to heal and protect, and cannot be repressed by any known factors
* immediate bad disposition with creatures of the less desirable kind.
* has a slight aura in pitch black spaces.

<3 emmaleigh.eth


Wild Zombie Homer of the Nightmare Dominion

MEAT.

He awoke deep in the woods.  The faint smell of acrid smoke lingered in the air. Laying on his side, he could see a fox trotting around him.  It was his companion Ash... he was sure of it.  But Ash had changed. He could see the forest floor through her shimmering body.

FLESH.

The hunger.  Oh the hunger.  Where was he? How long had he been slumbering?  He was so weak, so hungry and so tired.  Just then he heard a large crash behind him in the forest.  He stood grabbing his treasured bag of tricks.  Even that looked different...it was heavier, shifting...with a skull on it?

BLOOD.

He turned around and saw a deathly grizzly bear.  He reached into his bag of tricks and dark, smoked light gushed from within.  The ground tore asunder under the bear and then closed back in crushing it.  He walked over to it's body...he was so, so hungry.

GUTS.

And so he feasted.  Like a newborn taking its first meal he ate greedily. The power, oh the power.  Each bite filled his veins.  Strength like none he had ever had before.  He would not give this up.  Not for anything, no matter the cost.  This was the start of a whole new path.  He took the bears skull, the only part unconsumed in his ravenous feast and fastened it to his head.

SINEW.

The hunger.  Oh the hunger.

And so he walked.  Ash at his side. Belly not yet sated. In search of his next meal.  Walking westward, where he heard the sound of people.


Enchanter Oxnard of the Ether

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After Big Potion almost stole away his purpose, Oxnard pours his energies into producing only the Finest EO Full Magic Milk.  The magic of Oxnard, his attentive stirring, and a dash of ether goodness makes this milk* product good for the entire family.

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*Guaranteed to contain some milk


Druid Enigma of the Valley

In Enigma's beginning there wasn't any love
just an unholy hatred from those above
There was no one to save her from this plight
for she was a swamp witch born of light
she was Like no other of her bloodline
A destiny was written, the stars aligned

She was naught but a child when she snuck away
Enigma ran fast from the swamp out to the Fey
it was on this journey where she learned to heal
and through her companion, she learned how to feel
twas the cutest of slimes that she ever did see
She made him from scratch and said "come with me!"

And so the two journeyed through the perilous land
learning about life and what makes love so grand
from battles with kobolds and mind games from mages
Enigma's life would be a humble tale of the ages
She never succumbed to the horrible things
All that darkness that being a swamp witch brings

In one of her adventures, she finds a relic true
A caduceus, a staff of Hermes, in a rare shade of blue
it bestowed upon her the powers of mother nature
and a vast understanding of it's secret nomenclature
A great protector of the valley she would become
She would even develop quite the green thumb

But alas her tale is yet far from complete
She has much to learn and is not very discrete
so won't you please follow along as Enigma grows
There will be lot of emotions, lots of highs and low
No matter what happens, know that she loves you
and her bond with you will always be true


Illusionist Bao of the Cosmos

Bao was a master of illusion, but was only keeping his talent for the ladies. He was the romantic type, and always looking for a starry night to make his first step.


Battle Mage Khudalf of the Court

Battle Mage Khudalf of the Court , previously pursuing a career as a lawyer, put down his gavel and picked up a firework instead.


Sorcerer Kamil of the Keep

Sorcerer Kamil of the Keep, constantly reminds his friends that he was once on Forbes 30 under 30.


Magus Dutorn of the Atheneum

A thunderous crash awakens Dutorn from his enchantment. His latest lessons from the book of spells have been to attempt to conquer the astral plane, seeing as he has finally mastered the physical one. His surroundings show no signs of change, but something within stirs. He can sense that something is a little off, and his slime too quivers. He returns to his lessons.

One day passes. He is taking a break from the astral plane to have a meal - keeping his physical body alive has simply become a chore. At the same time as yesterday, another thunderous roar from afar. No this can not be a coincidence. This time he is determined to investigate.

Dutorn heads in to town, where everything is buzzing. Wizards and familiars alike, darting from place to place. Store shelves are being emptied, others are being boarded up. A peculiar wizard with bumps in to him almost cutting him with his scythe.

"What's with all the commotion" Dutorn asks.

"Where are you been? They've been released! Two of them now. Two beasts, and who knows how many more. I need to find the rest of my defense spell ingredients, you should be preparing too" the wizard stutters, and runs towards to the big potion shop.

"So it's finally happened" Dutorn mutters to himself. "All that preparation, and it's finally time"


Lich Marquis Dr. Death of the Ice Abyss

Dr. Death is old. Even he doesn't remember his age. Is it 300 years? A thousand?

Who knows.

But he also forgot his name, a few x hundred years ago, he referred to himself as Dr. Death, like anyone else.

Dr. Death of the Ice Abyss! He can be heard near the ice mountains, to nobody.

Little is known about him, the folks from down the glacier mountain area think he used to be a noble doctor that lived in a castle perched into a high mountain, hundreds of years ago. People thought he was brave to live in such cold conditions but they didn't know what he was doing. It was mysterious, for sure.

One day, it is thought he was playing with fire and turned into a.. Lich. He wanders near the Ice Abyss, just shouting his name.

He hasn't been seen in decades, but he's been heard.


Ice Mage Zelroth of the Berg

Ice Mage Zelroth waiting for the other skiers. Taken during our last ski trip. This one was one for the books!

Hiking trip North of the Sacred Pillars Mountains - Zelroth's cabin is not too far South from here.


Sorcerer Ifran of the Mist

I'm a trickster of the Mist, the name is Ifran and got lots of twists

My green buddies name is Krist, if you're not careful, we'll hit you with our first

I'm a trickster of the Mist, the name is Ifran and got lots of twists


Paranormal Phantasm Sisk of the Fatal Forever

The Pyre Seeker finds His Dragon The Great Burning Pyre 13

Another one gone, rumors abound... the great burning, the fire of the eternal flame, has taken many brothers and sisters.

Many look for their wiz friends, but some like this selfish wizard, Archmagus Sisk of the Mist, know only one thing... their quest for the egg, and what it shall become. The egg calls for him, day and night, to protect, to serve, to nurture. But what shall be in the egg? A Dragon, a Cockatrice? Only the great Pyre will determine his fate.

He goes in with a few of his friends, Sorceror George of the Hills, and another unknown egg holder... will they be bonded forever, will the dragon appear? Or will it be all for naught, a life of nothingness.

Pyre 13 will be the day when legends are made and stories are forgotten, but the dragons beckon. If they should hatch, a new era will be forged, and the fate of the runiverse may depend   on who trains these dragons,


Boris Mincer of Domination

# Astral Record No. 1433B.0  Boris and The Illuminatus Guild

**The Illuminatus Guild** is a sect of elite warriors loyal to the **Eye of Illuminatus**. Little is known of the guild as they pride themselves in secrecy.

**Boris** is a fabled warrior-assassin who is amongst the highest ranks of the **Illuminatus**. His might is unparalleled, second only to @warrior0 himself. An encounter with **Boris** is likely to spell death.

His exploits within the guild and execution of high-profile contracts has garnered him an audience with **The Forgemaster**, the greatest blacksmith known to the Runiverse. It is said that this blacksmith harbors a **Secret Forge** in which he crafts the most powerful of weapons.

Dark clouds surround **The Forgemasters** domain.

***A storm is coming . . .***


Bard Impy of the Great Blue

# Song of the Great Blue

#### O Purest of creatures, O Mother and Virgin,
You who carry in your arms the Sirens Harp,

#### Purest of purest, hear our fiery song,
Guide us from the Salt all the way through Kelpies Bay, O Star of the sea.

O Star of the sea, O Star of the sea,

#### Threaten our storm and feed the Beasts,
Guide our ship and light our way.

#### Calm, O Purest, the storm upon thy,
Pour hope into our hearts, O Star of the sea;

O Star of the sea, O Star of the sea,

#### Purest of beings, let your song guide us home,
The Bard brings blessings to you trough his song,

#### Then we dock safely on the borders,
And thank thee eternally, O Star of the sea;

O Star of the sea, O Star of the sea,

#### O Purest, the sea that receives and that feeds.
One and the same. Sunlight of silver and blood.

#### Calm, O Purest, the storm upon thy,
Pour hope into our hearts, O Star of the sea;

O Star of the sea, O Star of the sea,

#### Purest of soul, harps and strings.
Sea full of dangers, that catches and frees

#### O Purest, sing through the ages,
Pour hope into our hearts, O Star of the sea;

O Star of the sea, O Star of the sea,

#### Sing for my loneliness, O Star of the sea


Sorcerer Silas of the Forest

@wizard9683

Born into a wealthy family, Silas only had one goal - to have as much fun as possible. Unlike many lower members of society, Silas never had to worry much about the lowest rungs of the hierarchy of needs. His goal was to push the boundaries of what could be done, which was why he spent a good amount of time in the forests East of Red Wizard Capital. His higher status made his eventual friendship with @wizard5461 even more unlikely when you take into account their backgrounds, despite their alike interests.

Silas' parents were never thrilled about him experimenting with explosives, and the one fateful night he found a small pouch of dragon's powder left behind by @wizard586 would reshape the world. Silas always had free reign of his family's area of the Red Wizard Capital, and when @wizard586 came to enlist the help of the Red Wizards to fight the shroud, Silas couldn't help but search his room. Uvlius had brought the powder to aid in his demonstration, however he forgot to pack the remnants, and the inquisitive Silas found it and headed straight out into the forest.

At the time, he had no idea what it was or what it did, but he knew it was important. He found a nice rock by a stream and sat down - he tasted it and instantly gagged. He smelled it, and it smelled of rotting eggs which forced another gag. He was nearly ready to throw it away when he heard a rustling in the grass. He turned to look and quickly jumped off the rock as a red mamba was showing it's fangs - terrified, he backed away slowly, only to hear a cackle from the wild woman who was able to sneak up on the young wizard.

@wizard5461


Cosmic Mage Adrienne of the Forest

# Portraits of Adrienne
## Discover more portraits ***here***.

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By Jabari Weathers