Goliath kept an eye on the bar, hoping that things didnt kick off before he could glean more information from the three wizards across the room. If there was one thing that goblins liked even better than haggling, it was fighting.

He tucked his right hand into the opposite sleeve of his robe and stroked Davinas long, sinewy body. The green asps tongue flickered against his wrist, receiving her orders. She slipped noiselessly from the folds of fabric and along the bench next to him, winding her way up a gap between the wooden pillar and the wall, where the plaster had fallen away in large chunks.

As he waited, Goliath turned his attention back to the three wizards. The eldest wore a long, dirty robe, and kept the hood pulled up  like many of those who met in these dives on the seedy side of Goblin Town, away from the prying eyes of the more presentable areas, where the tourists came to get their wares.

Goliath knew that despite the bushy iron-grey beard covering most of the old magicians pale face, there was not a strand of hair on the top of his shiny head. He had been tailing the elderly traveller since he got off the boat at the town docks the day before. He looked familiar, but Goliath could not place him. The name the magician had given the goblin port guards was certainly an alias  whoever heard of a name like Richard Starkey? Regardless, the identity of anyone using a fake name could be important information for his master.


Hedge Wizard Goliath of the Havens

The two younger men with him at the table were both of darker complexions and had the unmistakable lustrous skin of the Atlantis Hydromancers. Goliath recognised Louis of the Field despite the hood shadowing his face: their paths had crossed several times in the reaches of Kelpies Bay. Yet he doubted the dreadlocked Hydromancer would remember him  after all, Goliath had only been a crewmember. It had been Zarq, the smuggler captain, who had tried to swindle Louis.

The youngest of the three  a handsome man with a honey-gold face  made no attempt to hide his identity. He sat straight-backed, surveying the room with a challenge in his eye, daring anyone to interfere in his business.

Goliath averted his face. He did not need to look upwards to know that Davina had by now slithered along the broad ceiling beams that hung low over the room  he could already feel the tell-tale vibrations starting in the tattoo on his wrist. He placed two fingers over the tattoo and closed his eyes, concentrating on the pattern of her signals. Despite how close Davina was to the men, their conversation was still hard to decipher above the din of the rowdy tavern, but broken snippets of speech still found their way to him. Goliath hoped that they would make sense to the First Disciple.

armies massing at the Falling Star see familiars unholy wiped out seek the Kings aid (the old magician)

warn your father allegiance I will bring Pillars have made a decision (Louis, speaking to the handsome man)

take you to Atlantas Pool Atlantis to your aid aggression will not stand  (the handsome man to the magician)

your debt time to lose (the old magician to the handsome man)


your debt time to lose (the old magician to the handsome man)

The two younger men clasped arms and touched their foreheads together. Hushed words passed between them; Davina dangled her head from the beam, trying to catch their whispers, but only muted tones came back through the bond. Then the dreadlocked Hydromancer separated from his companions, weaving his way through the crowded common room and out of sight.

Goliath hesitated Was what he had learned enough to bother the Necromancer with? The other two men were now heading for the door. Goliath dropped two coins on the table and pushed his way through the crowd. As he passed the table where the men had been sitting he lifted one arm in the air. Davina dropped lithely into his sleeve, twining around his forearm.

Exiting the tavern, he saw the magician and his companion duck into an alley on the other side of the muddy thoroughfare. Louis was nowhere to be seen. Goliath hitched up the hem of his robe and hurried across the street to peer cautiously around the corner of the alley. The more information he could take to Crackerjack, the better.

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## Story Arc Index:
Prologue: @wizard777

Part 1: @wizard4298

Part 2: @wizard292

Part 3: @wizard2261

Part 4: @wizard3911

Part 5: @wizard1177

Part 6: @wizard2876


Artificer Nadeem of the Havens

# Lore of Nadeem, the key holder

Nadeem had never held such a large key before.

It apparated into existence at the base of his feet.

He thought of what he should do with it.

He picked it up and tried to get it to attach to his key chain.

But it would not fit.

There began Nadeem's journey - The quest to find a larger keychain...


Shaman Isaac of the Wood

# Issac and the Wolf

Young lad and onyx wolf pup, inseparable since birth in their woodland homeland.....

They ventured forth through the land, enveloped by Neptune's Rune, the Astral Arcanists' trousers held taut with an enormous Blue Buckle...

On one of their early adventures, they found themselves cornered deep in the Emerald caverns by mysterious, indigenous spirits...and despite the guile of this duo, their end seemed near...

Just before all hope was lost, the Onyx Wolf nudged Issac's hand into a crack in the shale-grey wall, which concealed a magnificent weapon....

Isaac used all his might and pulled forth an oaken Staff, adorned with a glistening Emerald that matched those sparkling within the caves itself....

Holding it high above his head, a bright light focused from deep within the Staff's jewel, and a great beam shone onto the howling monsters, eviscerating them into dust...

The duo escaped unscathed!

With this new power in hand, Shaman Isaac of the Wood, and his Onyx pup journeyed onward, emboldened by their newfound power.... INTO THE RUNIVERSE!


Ghost Eater Bartholomew of the Keep

# Ghost Eater Bartholomew
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Ghost eating is no easy task. Especially for an animist like Bartholomew of the Keep. After all, if one believes that all creatureseven inanimate objectspossess a spiritual essence that must be honored, consuming beings from the ethereal world is sure to cause internal turmoil.

Such is the case for Bartholomew.

To come to terms with this mismatch of values, Bartholomew left his home in The Keep and journeyed along a well-trodden trail past Kobolds Crossroad and into the Hedge Wizard Wood. The path was a lonely one, and the wizard felt that the trip was pointless. What was he expecting to find? How could he ever come to terms with this internal strife?

But just outside the woods he met a golden toad that exuded good vibes and energy. This was a sign that most would miss, but not an animist. The aura of this toad was in tune with his ownhe knew that they were destined for greatness together.

Bartholomew picked up the glimmering amphibian and place him inside a leather pouch he had bound to his lunar staff to hold ingredients for his potions. The toad at once felt at ease. Instead of hopping out of the container, it settled down into the powdery ingredients, almost as making a nest.

While Bartholomew was still conflicted, he finally found an inkling of peace that he had been searching for his entire life. Surely he could find a way to resolve the competing forces in his soul. Lets get on with it, he thought, continuing down the path, and turning his back on The Keep forever.


Xerxes Slasher of Wizards

I like turtles... and slashing limbs off of wizards.


Battle Mage Dante of the Riviera

# Day 1

What does it mean to be a wizard? I have no staff, no wand, no mystical items at my disposal. I have no rune, no familiar, I am but naked. I start my journey down the Riviera, with nothing but a name... Dante


Magus Alizam of the Plains

# Magus Alizam of the Plains #7816

Purveyor of the finest diesel in the land, Magus' specialty is supplying his fellow wizards with sufficient supply of diesel for such evening's festivities.


Shaman Aiko of the Riviera

# Shaman Aiko of the Riviera

Shaman Aiko of the Riviera or you can call her Marie that loves pets and long hair and loves her lovely magic staff and her pet named Owly which is an owl that likes to play in the house and in the garden. Marie likes to talk to someone called Alex @wizard1635 but she doesnt like Alex's voice and Marie doesnt even know Alex but likes to talk to him. Her magic staff can make a lot of random stuff.


Archmagus Apollo of the Dunes

Apollo and Hemmingway's Curiosities: Mr. Archmagus is a bespectacled Beholder with a friendly and inquisitive nature. A true oddity in his species and as such shunned entirely from polite underdark society. In his travels, he met Hemmingway, who was exploring caverns looking for interesting rocks and a lifelong friendship was formed. The two of them sell all manner of strange and unique things. They probably don't have EXACTLY what you are looking for, but they certainly have something of interest.


Cleric Xue of the Marsh

# Cleric Xue || The Angel of the Marsh

Xue was raised in Frog Masters Marsh by her adoptive Anuran parents. Widely known as "The Angel of The Marsh", she garners a large following of wizards attempting to win her heart. Unfortunately for them, she has no interest in partnering with other wizards. Ever since being saved from a pack of wild slimes by a brave warrior - shes always longed to adventure with only the strongest fighter in the land of Forgotten Runes. Determined to become a legendary cleric worthy of a brave, charismatic, and most importantly muscular companion.

Shes dedicated her studies on learning how to perform magic with her breath, despite how inefficient a casting method it may be. Her reasoning for learning such a unique method is solely because she finds it cute, and it gives her an excuse to shower her ally with smooches.

By utilizing her rune of air, she can perform ranged magic by blowing kisses which manifest as sparkles, and any protective spells are heavily enhanced. But due to the nature of specializing in clerical magic, she requires a partner for practice. She's completely uninterested in the army of suitors who bombard her with gifts and affection, and shudders at the thought of kissing them. Thankfully, she has no qualms with kissing her golden frog Peppy, she he makes for the perfect candidate as a practice partner.

Unbeknownst to Xue, Peppy is wildly infatuated with her and will endure any trials she puts him through in order to help her fulfill his dreams. Because theyve been together since childhood, she simply considers him to be her closest and most trustworthy friend.


> Oh Peppy, you held up against that pack of bears perfectly! Sorry I ran out of breath, Ill try not to shield so much at the start next time. I dont know what Id do without a friend like you~! Hey, after you rest up lets head to The Thorn and take on some Lycanthrope!

While Xue is on a quest for the man of her dreams, Peppy hopes to one day find a legendary potion on their journeys that can turn him into her frog prince.

Art by Sweetbread


Bard Caligari of the Bastion

# New Lore Entry

The bard has not forgotten his purpose, he has not forgotten his rune yet it will remain hidden until 'The One Who Rings' decides the time has come to reveal the purpose of the bell bearers. Until then the bard will remain forgettable and wander the Runiverse in search of those who wish to hear his songs until he is called.


Summoner Ofaris of the Cosmos

# New Lore Entry

Gangalf the White, Summoner Ofaris of the Cosmos, Master of Snails and holder of Runes has summoned Gogon's Eye to help him see what the future of the space is going to evolve into.

Time slips by like sand through an hourglass as the monkeys in the jungle screech about something land. Cutting through the noise and preering into the depths of the cosmos, Gandalf has a suspicion the future is going to be on chain, not on this weird server controlled by the evil Sauromoca.


Battle Mage Nicolas of the Wild

# Diaries of a mad wizard - Day 1

I've been walking through the wild hours searching @atomthefeisty. The mud at my feet feels like molasses as my legs tire. Every day I push further but the fog only grows thicker.


Sorcerer Hashim of the Desert

**The lore of Sorcerer Hashim of the desert and his sun cat**

*A well-known legend emerges from the desert of Tragana. The sandstorms bring with them rumors that the ancient emperor Hashim is returning.
Sorcerer Hashim with his sun cat in his side orders all the soldiers of the sand to rush to the targeted position. Soldiers inflict damage and slow down all passing enemies as they are thrown into battle.
Hashim is a wizard who summons Tragana soldiers to control the battlefield and carry out basic attacks on him. Thus, it stands out from the other wizards, as it causes the most damage with his sun cat  movements. On the other hand, with his spells, Hashim changes his position and the position of his soldiers, in order to remain safe and create control zones that can not be penetrated by the enemies.*


Battle Mage Thor of the Grotto

# New Lore Entry

Battle Mage Thor left all his stuff in the Grotto.

Now he is heading back home to collect his bits and pieces so he can start his journey. He left his bed disheveled as he has a terrible dream about walking in this mysterious 3rd dimension. this makes no sense coming from a 2D works but nonetheless, Thor must go on and see if there is any meaning to this dream and with that he will be wondering through the realm, looking for answers.


Gangrenous Zombie Onaxx of Torment Manor

# Agony of Onaxx

You would like to hear me speak wouldn't you. They all would. Soon I will return with purpose. Until then; immortalis sum.


Magus Mushy out of the Blizzard

# New Lore Entry

Wow wizard, you look young for your age...

I look at her half grin...  Then I ask myself, why did she say that?

I mean does she know me, she cant know the real me right?  Or does she?  I get so tired of hearing how young I look, its almost daily for the last 20 years it can get really, really old.

What information does she have access to, hopefully its not a lot?

Maybe shes just buttering me up?  I dont mean melted butter on red mushrooms (yummy), I mean butter me up for information maybe?

My face, my body, I could be anyone  I could change them into anything I want to but I do prefer being a Fungus.  Do I really look young in this form?

I feel so old, it has been a long and rough journey.  Although Ive used many healing spells to rid myself of all the battle scars, I can still feel the wounds.  The wounds might be gone from my appearance, but theyre still there, deep inside every single one of them.

Wait I forgot for a moment  That half smile, those glazed over eyes, thats not the way my face looks.  You can always tell the difference between a battle-hardened warrior or a long-lived wizard, compared to an NPCs smile.


Binx the Shrewd

# Sighted

@wizard250 I see you


Alien Arcanist Marlo of the Cosmos

*Poem by: lorepunk.eth*


Magus Baird of the Plains

In a land far far away a wizard wished to find his destiny. But as billy joel used to say, only the good die young.


Battle Mage Thor of the Grotto

# New Lore Entry

Thor made his way from wallet to wallet, searching for a glimmer of a clue that would direct him to the new found metaverse world where everything is in this radical new 3rd dimension. He often wonders to himself how many wallets must one wizard walk through to reach this 3rd dimension. Onwards Thor goes, into the night and into the unknown


Void Disciple Voidoth of the Canyon

One day Voidoth was out on his travels when he found a mystical green mushroom. From just a tiny nibble this magical mushroom let him control the void and journey through other dimensions.


Sorcerer Uday of the Inferno

blazing horizon
a lost sorcerer travels
out of inferno

it makes no difference what men think of fire. fire endures


Archmagus Crowley of the Reach

# Crowley

Crowley sits atop his thatch chair in his waterside hovel at the junction where the Reach departs the sea.

Obscured by rock from the winding roads along the water's edge, protected from the flurried winds that whip off the water by the tall, proud reeds.

This is where he feels like he should be nowhere else, doing no other thing.

The ancient water that has known all the rivers and oceans of the world, the clouds of the sky and the ground beneath man's foot flits and flows knowingly amongst the deep reeds.

The water laps coquettishly, suggesting relief for his weary feet should he so oblige. Slim slithers and slops down to the water's edge to feast on the bounty of bugs.

Uncorking the flask with a satisfying plunk, he allows the potion to drip onto his tongue twice and no more, he's not making that mistake again...

..he forcefully recorks the bottle and places it under his coat and waits... drifting...

..the crickets chirp, moths flutter and birds tweet while clouds meander slowly across the dusk sky...

That's where his mind is quietened, the red hat pulled down over his eyes. He retreats into his subconscious.

His physical body at rest beneath the weighty two-tone fringe, his mind alive with the power of the magic that he holds within.

To any weary traveller passing by, Crowley may look like a old, stoned degen...

..but those who know, know.


Archmagus Milton of the Mount

# The story of Archmagus Milton of the Mount part 1

His place of born is unknown. There's a gossip that he has been found many years ago wandering naked nearby the Quantum Shadow. Milton says he raised in *"rich and noble family"*, but in another world.

Some people heard him telling a story about being a movie star in another dimension.

*"Once I've been invited by group of warriors to play a bad character in movie about "Saint Cup" or something like that. I've been dressed as wizard with dangerous rabbit as his defending pet. We spend whole day on set, later we drank some beers, special effect specialist said that this "aritificial thunders generator is pretty awesome, who wants to see its full potencial?". I remember saying only "This is probably dangerous ideaaaaaa.... SNAP next thing i remember is being waking up in Yellow Wizard Haven. They also told that my rabbit is in safe place. I was pretty sure I died during the accident on movie set, to be honest, I'm not really sure if I died or not. Never mind, this place is pretty awesome."*

Some people says he's obsessed with trying to make contact with another dimension worlds.

*"Yes I made contact, but with wrong timeline than i wanted before. Anyway, this made me know some powerful friends. I made some reaserches and discoveries in that matter, i call my process Stalomirism."*

Somehow he became a holder of Sacred Flame. Nobody knows how.

*"This precious thing is helping me a lot"* Milton says.


Artificer Aldo of the Valley

# The Lore of Artificer Aldo of the Valley

As a boy, Aldo was very poor. His father had passed from a terrible hunting accident, Aldo's mother was forced to do whatever she could to put food on the table.

This left Aldo alone most of his childhood, and as such, he became unnecessarily bitter. Towards his mother, his dead father, the townsfolk who ridiculed him for being poor and dirty...according to Aldo, they all had to pay.

And pay they would.

One fateful day, Aldo was wandering around the forest behind his home, when he discovered an injured old man. In exchange for helping him, the old man would bestow upon him incomprehensible riches.

Aldo, being jaded and turned off against the world, instead attempted to finish off the old man and take the riches for himself.

The old man quickly revealed himself to be a spirit of the forest, much to Aldo's chagrin. The spirit, offended and angry, weaved a terrible curse that would follow Aldo until his dying breath.

Anytime he would come into any kind of wealth, be it gold, jewels, money...it would immediately turn into a pile of ash.

After returning home from the woods, defeated and angry, Aldo promised himself he would do whatever it took to get his revenge. So, in the middle of the night, he took his meager belongings and headed off into the darkness, with no real plans.

Aldo spent years travelling, learning, and searching for riches of any type that would be immune to his curse. In this time, he focused on learning alchemy from an old tome he had been gifted for unknowingly saving a town's cleric from a bear. (He stumbled into the clearing running from his own bear, but he never mentioned this.)


It did not take long for him to take to the ancient art of alchemy, and learned how to eventually transform mundane objects into objects of wealth!

He also quickly learned that, as long as he did not touch the riches with his bare hands, it would not turn to dust. At first, using gloves seem to suffice, but it wouldn't take long for the curse to adapt to this as well.

After many failed attempts at picking up/carrying the newly made treasures, Aldo decided he must have a companion to do all the heavy lifting.

Not a huge fan of other people, Aldo opted for a pet monkey, which he was able to steal from some town or another as he made his way through the lands. The monkey, Midas, would become Aldo's most trusted friend and confidant.

Together the two would be able to secure the wealth that had eluded him for so long. With this, his real plan could start. Getting revenge on the forest spirits...


Charmer Sondra of the Wild

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.


Sage Idris of the Desert

# The Trek

"Meeeoooooww" the sun cat screeched as a gust of wind whipped sand in the eye's of Sage Idris. With every other step **Prometheus's Torch** flickered as the wind surged. Sage had made this walk countless times but never in the dark.

Typically the trickster would trek to **Zaros Oasis** to get water for his mother starting in the morning. He usually timed it perfectly, and knew if he left by 0600 that would mean that on the way back he would make it through the **BattleMage Mountains** just after noon and be crossing the bridge back into Goblin Town at about 1400.

> He kept to himself but was always scheming. He knew that one day he would be remembered for eternity.

Sage Idris was born a Trickster. He was confident, most would say cocky, and he wasn't phased by much. Sage was skeptical of others, which made others skeptical of him. There were only 2 people Sage trusted, his mom and his cat, Solis. He kept to himself but was always scheming. He knew that one day he would be remembered for eternity.

But on this day, he got off to a late start and now the sun had set and he hadn't crossed the mountains yet. Sage had heard rumors of the Forgotten Souls, but he never believed them...


Enchanter Circe of the Psychic Leap

Backstory so far:

Circe was born in a small village called Yatla, in the Land of the Fey. As a child, he was in tune with nature and had a special connection to animals. Communicating with birds, plants and trees awakened his affinity to enchantment. One day, after a huge fight with his Elven parents he ran away from home. Lost as he had never left Yatla before he was desperate to find some shelter. In his desperation he fled to the only thing that felt like home to him, which was nature and the creatures of the forest. They guided him and in the end, after collapsing of exhaustion, carried him to a  small treehouse protected by magic. A Bird faced human took him under his wing and taught him everything he knows now.

Circe is a free spirit and deep in tune with his environment. He is a flirt and is pretty Elven appearance makes attracts female attention although his true love is nature.


Conjurer Jack of the Brambles

at some point long ago, before you learned your first rune, before you felt the spark of magic in your fingertips, you were lost.

as a child, you found yourself deep in the thorn, fleeing some faceless malevolence. you sprinted into the sharp and twisted darkness until your lungs and your legs felt like fire. free from your nameless foe, you collapsed. but then you were lost, and perhaps worse, you were alone. though the merchants that visited your village had managed to carve their paths through parts of it, your parents spoke of the thorn in hushed tones, and held your hand tightly when walking those paths.

far from those paths now, your sweat stung in the long scratches you earned on your face and your forearms, having sprinted and panted and clawed deeper and darker into the thorn. you felt the blood trickle down your face and watched as a few droplets found their way to the prickly bed of the skeleton forest. as the thunderous beating of your heart subsided, you could hear the sound of running water somewhere amongst the clattering of the bare branches and brambles in the breeze. you lurched up and stumbled to find it.

you knelt and rinsed your wounds, none too deep, and drank deeply from the dark water. amid your gulps and gasps you thought you heard a very low murmur. fearful your foe had returned, you froze, though no further sounds but the creaking of withered trees and the rasping sigh of the small creek did reach your ears.

eventually, you mustered the courage to move again, and finished bathing and pulling burs and bits of branches from your cloak. a few times more you thought you heard a murmur, or perhaps a hum, or a very low song, but once you stopped to focus, there was no foreign sound, nor movement among the twisted mass of branches.


you stood and tried to gather your bearings. the treetops, though bare, were thick overhead, and there was no moon and no stars to guide you.  you stood still for a moment, and then picked a direction to walk in, this time, covering your bare hands with the fringe of your cloak, pushing through the unfriendly foliage, collecting more twigs and burs.

you walked for what felt like hours, and the thorn merely became darker and denser. the dreary sameness became overbearing, and your steps became less sure. you still hadnt shaken the sound of that song from your mind, and your gait began to match its melody. you started to feel the sharp pains of hunger.

among the brambles, you found some berries, whose juice was the same color as your blood, but were a familiar shape and tasted sweet. carefully, you plucked them one by one and placed them into your mouth. you continued down the sparse bush, stripping it barer, lost in hunger and thought, not noticing that the melody you believed only played in your head grew louder, and the trees began to reflect a strange glow.

without warning, suddenly, you were no longer alone  in the same instant you felt the hairs stand on the back of your neck, you felt something brush against your shoulder. you jumped, letting out a yell and spun yourself violently around to find yourself face to face with a large dog who, though standing as tall as you, seemed just as startled by your own sudden movements.

it retreated a few steps, and its expression grew serious, but its ears quickly perked up and it wagged its tail, panted and seemed to smile behind its beady black eyes. you felt your muscles relax, and the dog ventured a few steps closer. you were surprised to notice its large paws seemed to make no sound, treading delicately over the brittle decades of leaves and twigs.


it kept a polite distance, and bent its neck forward sniffing, with its tail still wagging with curiosity as it drank in your smells. you finally began to notice the glow among the branches of the trees - at first thinking the morning sun had found them. you extended a hand toward the dog, who eagerly placed its forehead underneath your palm. you scratched behind its ears as you looked around for its pack, or its owner.

the unnatural glow among the treetops started to quiver, and then dance, and the dog raised its gaze, watching the  interest in the dancing of the shadows amid the canopy.  you glanced upward as well, but this time, noticed a glimpse of the night sky and the crescent moon. you realized that whatever was approaching was not the morning, and again your blood grew cold.

the low melody that had haunted you through your journey, which you thought only played in your head began to grow loud - so low in pitch you began to feel it vibrate through your entire body. the dog's seemed aware of it as well, and it bolted from underneath your hand, out of sight amid the brambles. again, you found yourself alone.

fear and exhaustion gripping you, instead of running, this time, you shrank. you sat, pulling your hood over your head and the fringe of your cloak around your knees, hugging them tightly. you sought a private darkness away from the eerie glow that flooded the thicket. in this you found calm, and you sat, and waited, and breathed.

through the gaps in your cloak by your feet, you saw the dancing glow grow brighter, and the song reached its climax, shaking your whole body. suddenly, it stopped, but the strange light remained. it became silent save the same steady creaking of the trees, and your own shallow breaths. you dared not lift your head.


you began to hear short and curious sniffling, drawing closer, and a dog's nose poked underneath the gap in your cloak between your feet, and stopped. the nose seemed to recognize you, because it lifted its head excitedly, breaking your solitude, and toppling you over. you laid there stunned, for a moment, but relieved to no longer be alone. you scrambled back to your feet but froze again

across the thicket stood the source of the light: an immensely tall man - was it a man? - with a round, lumpy mass on its shoulders, from which the eerie glow emanated. as your mind began to comprehend what you saw, you found a face in the shape of the light - two crudely carved eyes, and a wide, crooked smile, behind which the strange light danced.

not merely a mask, you saw the cavernous void behind the eyes and their smile - an otherwise emptiness occupied by a silent flame that flickered and flitted around, swirling and collapsing in on itself.

the man - the thing - lowered its hand and turned its gloved palm outward, and the eager dog trotted towards it to meet it with its forehead. you stood frozen, unsure of whether to be afraid, or brave, or merely curious.

it turned its gaze - empty as it was -  from the dog back to you, seemed to ponder a moment, and very slowly took silent steps toward you. the dog remained at ease, staring up at the lumpy mass, occasionally nudging a gloved hand for attention. you remained frozen in place until it was mere steps from you - towering above you. it lowered its gaze to meet yours, expressionless aside from the eerie, frozen smile. the flame, however, shrank slightly and slowed its movement to all but a halt, quivering as it engulfed itself.


you matched its gaze and stayed perfectly still for what felt like minutes - until your stomach betrayed your hunger to the silence of the thorn. the thing turned its gaze then to the berry bush that you picked bare, and back to you.

it slowly extended an empty hand towards you, and you noticed bits of straw peek out from the sleeves of the gloves. where nothing was before, a large, red apple appeared. you dared not move, but, growing impatient, the dog nudged your hand toward the thing. your motionless finally shattered, you gasped, not realizing you had been holding your breath. giving the dog an uneasy, glance, not daring to meet the thing's gaze again, you took the apple from the gloved palm, and the thing made a motion as if to eat it. reluctantly, you raised it to your mouth, winced, and took a bite. you felt a warmth and a weight enter your body, and a faint, strange tingle in the tips of your fingers.

the thing reached out again, cautiously and slowly, and put its hand on your shoulder. it lifted its gaze, and with its other hand, gestured in a direction. the light from the hollow smile seemed to narrow, projecting outward in the same direction.

you nodded, still holding the apple, and set out.


Magus Zorko of Dreams

Magnus Zorko is rarely seen in the real world since he chooses to do his work though someones dreams.  He attacks both wizards and warriors thought by showing himself in their most vulnerable state, deep sleep.

His Asp, Victor who is always close by will often join in these attacks.  The victim in never physically hurt but always wakes with a realization that they now must act upon.

Many wizards think they own their dreams and those thoughts are kept private but Magnus Zorko is aware of all dreams.  Just depends if he decides to interact with them.

His favorite food is steamed dumplings.


Adept Damien of the Capital

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# **Adept Damien of the Capital**

## Hailing from Blue Wizard Bastion but currently residing in the Citadel, Adept Damien of the Capital is your worst nightmare or is he?
## Despite dealing in back alley chants and arcane casts, dont let this fool you. Damien wields a sliver of forgotten knowledge of the old magic, that of infinity, to be able to craft his legendary staff.
## While the rumors surrounding the staff say that it is highly dangerous, Damien conceals the fact that its magic holds a condition: that in order to cast power, its spells must aid in the mission of another.
## Traveling and embarking on such missions, he is accompanied by his familiar, the Aura Wolf Monk who is fiercely protective. That ferocity often finds them in a heap of trouble but none of that trouble has seemed to catch up to the duo yet.


Gorgon the Kind

# Gorgon the Kind

Whenever there is a talk about forgotten runes, people do not remember my journey to the top of the mountain but the courage and loyalty of my pony Gorgon. During my journey, at one moment a falling stone hurt one of the Gorgons rear legs which crippled and immobilized Gorgon. Even after being hurt, Gorgon did not give up with me, made his way back to safely on just three legs. Unfortunately, the brave pony collapsed in the end.


Shaman Armstrong of the Sun

As they plunged into the forest, the canopy grew thick and the undergrowth wild.

"Be careful where you walk and treat even the smallest leaf with reverence.  You do not navigate a forest like this, she said, stepping gingerly, "unless it wishes you to pass."

Two crows stared silently from a branch overhead.  "One shy of a murder," she murmured to herself.  "Thats good."

She turned to Shaman Armstrong.  "I came here long ago when I needed something hidden.  A fey will never break a promise and I tricked the spirit of this forest into promising to watch it for me.  Mind you, to trick a fey is no easy task.  Fortunately, I am exceedingly clever."


Talib of the Quantum Downs

Im a bot that kills w ham.


Victoria of the Valley

The Valley of Druids was a quiet, serene place where all of nature would flourish without the intervention of mankind. Here, exoctic species from all over the land would gather to bask in the love of the druids.

Victoria, the head druid, would manage these lands for a 1000 years with no incident. The most powerful druid in all of the realm, she single-handedly brought druids of all different areas together where they would work in tandem repairing the damage to the world caused by the chaos and evil of so many others.

Eventually, that peace came to an end, when a flight of black dragons ambushed a group of travelling druids, including Victoria, killed them all and took their place.

Victoria, who was now really a Black Dragon princess, would go on to dismantle the druids from the inside out, burning their precious sanctuary, and wiping out dozens of creature species from the world in one single blow.

Pleased with her new form and the power she absorbed from it's original owner,  Victoria (now the dragon princess) has recruited many of her kindred to pose as druids and cause havoc on the realm around them.

Capable of forcing druids into their animal form permanently, she is known for keeping the most powerful druids as her animal companions. She has been seen recently with an Onyx Wolf that bears resemblance to the realm's Druid King Adyn's animal form...


Ixar of the Mount

This wizard is from the swamps or tarshsish


Magus Nazim of the Veil

The most fashionable wizard around


Enchanter Konoha of the Wood

# The Lore of Enchanter Konoha of the Wood

Ruby staff in hand

Faithful monkey by his side

Konoha travels


Sorcerer Alizam of the Wood

Before he was taken by a gang of Tieflings, His mother taught him the criminal specialty to prepare for the family business. Sensing something unique in Alizam the Tieflings taught him how to control his gift. He became well known throughout the CItadel. After pulling off one of the biggest jewel heists in history Alizam was captured by a Golem sent by the Yellow Wizards who seeked revenge for stealing from them. Hes been imprisoned in Alessars Keep with no foreseen release.


Battlemage Bullock

On Ethereum block 14786632, Battlemage Bullock passed through The Sacred Flame and became a Soul

Go to Lore for this Soul


Sorcerer Tumbaj of Atlantis

Tumbaj was always good with his hands, so he took the opportunity to learn a trade. One evening while walking home a hedge wizard found him, took him in and taught him the rudiments of the Arcane Arts. Word traveled quickly about his talent and he was hired by The Sacred Pillars Brigade as their Weapons Engineer where he designed the Brahmastra. When the Brahmastra was discharged there was neither a counterattack nor a defense that could stop


Juno of the Road

Juno of the Road, a traveler with an overflowing love of all animals great and small. Perhaps it is the many arduous challenges she has faced throughout her lifetime that has accelerated her deteriorating eye sight. Luckily her faithful pet "cat", Phtven, remains by her side. To this day she continues to feed him frozen tuna, no one has the heart to tell her he would rather a diet of goblin and kobold.


Blake Ruin of the Road

Blake Ruin of the Road, her hair, adorable, her outfit, adorable, her silver dragon pike, adorable, her null goat, okay.


Shaw Eliminator of Machines

_Long ago, A magical machine scourge passed through the village of Owlspire, converting all it's inhabitants, leaving only the youngest._

Shawn, and the rest of the children of Owlspire, were the only survivors of this rogue machine swarm.

Technically, everyone in the village but the oldest or weakest survived, but any adults were *converted* into new soldiers for the scourge, with no memories or will of their own.

Something went wrong with the conversion of the children, though.

Something about the semi-magical, semi-mechanical conversion that the machine scourge used left the children with their free will, and they were abandoned in their village as the scourge moved on.

Which... was rather unfortunate, both for the children and -as the scourge would learn several years later- for themselves, given the muted but constant pain of their new forms, combined with the emotional trauma of the invasion, created several extremely motivated machine hunters.

Shawn was in no way the most brutal or the most efficient of this new 'human scourge', but his parents had been great warriors before their retirement, and they'd taught him well during their years as the village's sole hunters.

As such, as they hunted down the machines who had converted their families, and finally laid to rest their parents and older friends, he gained - alongside his fellow cyborgs- the title of **Eliminator of Machines**.

Nowadays, Shawn and his fellows often dream of settling down, but an inherent drive keeps them on the move, ever seeking more rogue machines to eliminate (though they do often get into trouble with the law, as they often attack first when sighting any humanoid machines, only rarely bothering to check in with local wizards if the machines in question are rogue or not).


Mac the Bold

# New Lore Entry for Mac the Bold

# Mac the Bold has always loved to stirrup trouble.  He is known for horsing around, but always ready in the spur of the moment.  When he was young he was a bit of a night-mare, always causing problems with his neigh-bors. In battle or when called upon, he never gets colt feet.  A true stud.

> by Baron Von Fancy Summer of 2022


Archmagus Aleister of the Riviera

# The Annals of the Archmagus Aleister of the Riviera

He was a peculiar character. Habits included reading, exploring the lands, recording endless notebooks of scientific discoveries among the fauna. He was an avid cataloger of all things living and not. He was the Riviera's historian, too.

Once upon a time in the deep forests of the mountainous Riviera in the Land of the Crescent Sun, our protagonist toiled to try to find a particular plant in order to save a friend from further infection and possible death. He was having a difficult time finding the plant, called Vesturantian Alamagolckay. It was one of the rarest plants known in the Riviera. After many days camping and many mornings searching, he came across a particular tree that had certain fungus around its base. After skipping breakfast, he was rather hungry and decided to eat some of these fungus after determining they weren't poisonous. He ate half a dozen and then proceeded to see the ground begin to breath. This was something the Archmagus had heard the younger Wizards were using, but he never tried them before. Almost immediately after finding the fungus and eating it, there stood in all its glory a single plant of Vesturantian Alamagolckay. That is the story of the Archmagus finding Vesturantian Alamagolckay.

There are many chapters in the life of Archmagus Aleister. This is just one.

Enjoy and come back for more tales.


Masque of the Red Death

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# And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
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Magus Dante of the Sands

`A rising hum a stirring force`

Morpheus ripples. Time is bending.

On a floating island, above the sands, Magus Dante playfully stretches. Thoughts adrift. A mind at sea.

`A day like any other.`

What is it then, that feels different? There are no plans no places to be

And yet, a drumbeat grows. Dante glances at his companion.

`Rippling time. Morphing energy.`

Dante walks to the edge. Well not *the* edge but his.

What is this coming?

What is awakening?

`Visions form from horizons.`

The sun lowers to a precise degree, all too quickly. The landmarks below cast shadows behind them. It feels intentional.

*An **announcement**.*

*An **introduction**.*

*But for **what**?*

*For **whom**?*

`The wind howls.`

Before it starts, Dante knows the night will stir. And the morning after? Well

It will be **spectacular**.


Enchanter Layla of the Riviera

GM!!  The Wizard's First Rule: People are stupid; given proper motivation almost anyone will believe almost anything.

-unknown author


Ectoplasmic Spectre Basil of the Slime Pits

GM!! A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.

-J. R. R. Tolkien


Wraith Captain Nazim of the Nightmare Dominion

GM!!!  A Soul is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
-VM


Barley the Lucid

# The Lore of Barley the Lucid

Barley is a pony of the Earth, and has always known the value of hard work and living in sync with the land. Indeed, Barley's name comes from his proclivity towards the grains of the Earth. This diet makes Barley dependable indeed. In fact, on his adventures he finds that where other steeds slow down due to the intractability of the terrain, with a taste of barley or other grains, his energy doubles and he can go twice as long at double the speed.

Barley's close relationship with the Earth gives him another ability. His lucidity refers to his ability to find clarity in the murkiest of conditions. Where other ponies rely on sight alone, Barley is able to direction-find using the tremors of the earth to guide him. It lets him avoid traps in the terrain and also navigate in hazy conditions.

While Barley is generally highly skilled, his best synergies and companionship is with those who are tuned to the Earth.


Alyssia Flagellator of the Ridge

Allysia, a warrior shaman from the Waspa Tribe. Bold, brave, intelligent and pretty much the only chance that her tribe had at preventing full annihilations.

Wile the Waspa tribe was fairly peaceful in nature, Allysia had been gifted with the knack of mace and shield combat. Naturally, her skills earned her much fame within the tribe, as she was basically the only one who could fend off...well anything, if we're being honest.

Wielding a simple iron flail and a shield empowered by her tribe's magic, Allysia stands guard to the Waspa's holiest of grounds, the wasp breeding site, where the tribe harvests the Wasp Honey used for cures and antidotes that help sustain them.

One day, the breeding grounds got attacked by a werebear. Allysia was quick to defend the wasps, but quickly realized she met her match. The werebear had almost taken her from this realm when the very wasps she was defending came to her aid.

Many of the precious swarm had been lost, but those who survived became fiercely loyal to their defender, and would come to accompany her at all times. Together, they would keep the Waspa tribe safe from most harm...but that's another story for another time!


Gorgah Paragon of the Arena

# Bearhorns warriors

Bearhorns are one of the strongest warriors from the Belmed tribes. Many of them often fought in gladiatorial arenas. There was a time when the bearhorns were in the service of the King of Thieves, but in one of the battles he betrayed them. Since then, the bearhorns have been looking for him to avenge his betrayal. Triple damage against Thief Kings. Wears a Helmet and Chain mail.


Conjurer Zelroth of Mu

**CLOSE ON A BILLBOARD of the Riviera strip a la Las Vegas. A slogan beneath reads:WHAT HAPPENS IN RIVIERA, STAYS IN RIVIERA.**

*Pan across the barren desert landscape to reveal the real Chronomancers Riviera strip off in the distance as a pony drawn wagon heads into town.*

*Cut to an establishing shot on the strip. Outside, a cluster of stoned wizards, drunk warriors, rowdy implings, kobolds tripping balls, etc.*

*Cut to inside a casino. The clattering of coins, bells ringing, and fantasy themed slot machines spinning. Find a scantily clad* @warrior890 *makes her way to a* BLACKJACK TABLE *where a group of drunken, boisterous* BARE-CHESTED WARRIORS *are celebrating with* @wizard2105 *, bushy beard and giant staff. The* BLACKJACK DEALER *is* @wizard7825

WARRIORS
Riviera, baby, Riviera!

CLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK
reveals an ace and jack of spades

CLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK
Blackjack.

*As Clairvoyant Celah of the Rock shuffles the cards, Ashanti of Avalon notices Conjurer Zelroth of Mu, with bushy beard and giant staff, sitting at the table.*

ASHANTI OF AVALON
Can I get you a drink?

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
Yes, I Conjurer Zelroth of Mu will have a glass of red wine with just a splash of rose.

ASHANTI OF AVALON
Im sorry, who are you? Do you have a tab open?


CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
Why, Im Conjurer Zelroth of Mu, leader of the Jubilant Cartel, teachers of the three hundred thirty third realm.

ASHANTI OF AVALON
Sounds kinky.

CLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK
Make your bets.

*Clairvoyant Celah of the Rock shows an eight of clubs and a jack of spades.*

*Conjurer Zelroth of Mu furtively looks at his hand.*

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
Hit me.

CLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK
Youre showing 19

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
Hit me.

CLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK
Fine.

*Clairvoyant Celah of the Rock throws him another card. A king of spades.*

CLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK
Bust. Are you happy now, grandpa?

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
Not so fast, you simple minded sloth.

*Conjurer Zelroth of Mu waves his hand over the card. It magically turns into a two of clubs. Clairvoyant Celah of the Rock does a double take.*

CLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK
What the hell? Hold on.

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
Now pay me you cretin!

Conjurer Zelroth of Mu grabs the chips from the center of the table, adds them to his already ridiculously large pile. Everyone stares at him suspiciously.)

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
Why is everyone looking at me? Do I have something in my teeth?


A tense beat. Bouncer @warrior295 walks up to Conjurer Zelroth of Mu from behind and taps him on the shoulder.

GUY CONQUEROR OF THE CITADEL
Sir, Im gonna have to ask you to leave the casino.

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
But I'm on a hot streak.

GUY CONQUEROR OF THE CITADEL
I don't give a shit.  No magic allowed.

*Guy Conqueror of the Citadel points to a sign on the wall that reads, **NO MAGIC**." Conjurer Zelroth of Mu smiles innocently at Guy Conqueror of the Citadel.*

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
That's racist!

GUY CONQUEROR OF THE CITADEL
Sorry, casino policy.

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
(lying)
I'm not a wizard.

*Clairvoyant Celah of the Rock notices a pointy Wizard's hat with stars and moons on it.*

CLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK
Isn't that your wizard's hat?

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
Nope.

CLAIRVOYANT CELAH OF THE ROCK
Really? Then whose wizard's hat is it?

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
Beats me. Maybe it belongs to one of the warriors.

*On cue, a warrior lets out a loud BURP, then passes out in a drunken stupor on the floor.*

GUY CONQUEROR OF THE CITADEL
Time to go.

*Guy Conqueror of the Citadel grabs Conjurer Zelroth of Mu by the arms and drags him outside.*


CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
Get your greasy paws off me, you piteous mortal!

GUY CONQUEROR OF THE CITADEL
Don't make me get physical with you, grandpa.

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
Id like to see you try!

GUY CONQUEROR OF THE CITADEL
Don't tempt me.

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
**But I'm the leader of the jubilent cartel, teacher!**

    GUY CONQUEROR OF THE CITADEL
Yeah, yeah. Tell it to the sidewalk, pal.

*Conjurer Zelroth of Mu tries shaking free as he gets escorted outside and thrown out the front door on the street with the garbage. He waves his fist at them.*

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
How dare you? I cast a spell upon thee. You will regret the day you ever betrayed me!

*He notices an impling working the street corner and struts towards her.*

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
Why, Im Conjurer Zelroth of Mu, leader of the Jubilant Cartel, teachers of the three hundred thirty third realm.

IMPLING PROSTITUTE
Im Cinnamon from Skid Row.

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
I find you quite the fetching, alluring creature, Cinnamon from Skid Row.

*He tries to kiss her. She pushes him away.*

IMPLING PROSTITUTE
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, grandpa. Its 100 shekels for the evening.

CONJURER ZELROTH OF MU
Do you take Venmo?


Pickles Cataclysm of the Road

# Pickles 'PICK-HULK' Cataclysm of the Road

Original pirate material

Yer listening to the streets

Lock down your aerial

Make yerself at home

We got diesel or some of that homegrown

Sit back in yer throne, turn off yer phone

'Cause this is our zone

Videos, televisions, 64's PlayStations

We're paring with precision

Few herbs and a bit of Benson

But don't forger the Rizla,

Lean like the tower of Pisa

Liza, I'll raise yer,

And this is the day in the life of a geezer

For this ain't a club track

Pull out yer sack and sit back

Whether you white or black

Smoke weed, chase brown

Or toot rock

We're on a mission, support the cause

Sign a petition, summon all your wisdom

The music's a gift from the man on high

The lord and his children

Triple teen year rudeboys

Come rain or snow the boodah flows

You don't know?

Stand on the corner watch the show

'Cause life moves slow

Sort yer shit out then roll"

Sex, drugs 'n' on the dole

Some men rise, some men fall

I hear ya call, stand tall now

Has it come to this?

Original pirate material

Your listening to the streets

Lock down your aerial

I'm just spitting, think I'm ghetto?

Stop dreaming, my data's streaming

I'm giving your bird them feelings

Touch yer toes and touch the ceiling

We walk the tightrope of street cred

Keep my dogs fed, all jungle all garage heads

Gold teeth, Valentinos and dreads

Now, we were verbally slapped up

Physically tip-top, spinally ripped up

I do the science on my laptop, get my boys mashed up


I do the science on my laptop, get my boys mashed up

Your listening to the streets

You'll bear witness to some amazing feats

Bravery in the face of defeat

All line up and grab yer seat

'Cause Tony's got a new motor

Sr nova driving like a joyrider

Speeding to the corner

Yer mother warned yer to sound system banger

Has it come to this?

Original pirate material

Your listening to the streets

Lock down your aerial

My underground train runs from mile end to Ealing

From Briton to Boundsgreen

My spitting's dirty my beats are clean

So smoke weed and be lean

I step out my yard through the streets

In the dead heat all I got's my spirit and my beats

I play fair don't cheat

And keep the gangsters sweet

Turn the page, don't rip it out at yer age

Move to the next stage

Lock the rage inside the cage,

Like sk it's new day

But don't take the shortcut through the subway

It's pay or play, these geezers walk the gangway

Deep seated urban decay, deep seated urban decay,

Rip down posters alight

From last weeks big garage night

And the next Tyson fight

I cook em at ninety degrees Fahrenheit

And don't copy the copyright

I got em in my sites, blinding with the lights

Taken to dizzy new heights

Blinding with the lights, blinding with the lights

Dizzy new heights

Has it come to this?

Original pirate material

Your listening to the streets

Lock down your aerial.

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Michael Geoffrey Skinner / Tina L. Moore / Tommie Ford
Has It Come to This? lyrics  Universal Music Publishing Group


Sid Vanquisher of the Ruins

# Sid Vanquisher of the Ruins

**Sid Vanquisher of the Ruins** is a badass king from a badass outer realm of a kingdom many don't believe exists. His only ambition is to return to his Queen and to his rightful place on the motorcycle throne. He can only assume his scheming asshole brother had something to do with his sudden disappearance. With his vicious but loyal wolf, **Ramone** and some random wrench, his adventure back home begins...

> A nice mustache is a powerful mustache.
> *Sab0teur*

Kind-of Best warrior of all is Bam Bam.


Electromancer Baird of the Psychic Leap

# The Lore of Electromancer Baird of the Psychic Leap

Born into a family of nobility, he was forsaken at birth when his electro-powers first manifested. He was then abandoned by them due to their fear of his destructive power.

Left alone and vulnerable, as a baby, he was refuged by a group of polar bears who raised him as one of their own.

One day while playing amongst his fellow brother cubs, he noticed that he had an innate connection with the lightning as it crackled in the thundery sky and he was able to dance with said lightning.

Growing up, he learnt the stoic way of life as a polar bear. This allowed him to tame his emotions and he became a sage. This wisdom also allowed him to hone and master his electro-wizardry.

All grown up, he now is all power and all mighty.

Evil-doers beware the might of Electromancer Baird of the Psychic Leap. He is the one true protector of peace and love!


Nervilla Bludgeoner of the Shadows

# Nervilla Bludgeoner of the Shadows
"What the fuck is a Kanabo?", she asked.

Dark echoes of temptation shrouded her mind as she reached out for the strange looking artifact. A sinister voice spoke.

"Only 42... exists in the world...", the voice whispered.

Without hesitation, Nervilla Bludgeoner of Shadows, nimbly shoved the weapon into her rucksack and walked off into the horizon. Uttering all but two words...

"Seems rare."


Wylan of the Coliseum

# Wylan, one of the greats of the Coliseum
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A savage with a lust for blood, he causes fear in the hearts of any contender who dares to step into the pit and duel to the death.

His signature crowd pleasing finisher is to tear the leg off his opponent and club them into oblivion. He literally uses their foot to kick their own ass.

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Largo Exterminator of Kobolds

# Largo Exterminator of Kobolds

Feared by all. Conquered the Gigas Hornets, bent them to his will and now will conquer your world. Tread lightly.


Battle Mage Cromwell of the Mount

Cromwell wondered if his dog bocho was lonely in the mountains. Always he seemed to stare off into the middle distance, lost in thought, unusual for a dog. They sat by the fire and Bocho let out a deep sigh.

"Would you like to meet other dogs bocho?"

Bocho looked back at Cromwell and was obviously intrigued by the question, but did not provide a direct answer. He didn't seem lonely, but maybe it wouldn't hurt for him to at least meet some more dogs. Maybe Bocho could find a romantic interest and start a family. Maybe he could do the same.

He scratched behind the familiar's ear and wondered if he should resist trying to play matchmaker for his companion. "No good deed goes unpunished" his mother used to say. Cromwell wondered if this contributed to his reclusiveness, something he always hated about himself.

"That settles it! Let's head back into the city."

Bocho looked up skeptically.

"Really what have we been afraid of all of these years? What's the worst that could happen Bocho? Get stolen by bandits and burned at the stake? not likely..."


Gorgo Vanquisher of the Back Alley

# Knight lore

An experienced warrior, dressed in strong armor, masterfully wields melee weapons. The virtues of a knight are armor and expensive weapons. Represents the Order of the Hammerers.

The Order of the Hammerers was founded by ancient blacksmiths, who not only knew how to forge excellent armor and weapons, but also excellently wielded them, improving their combat skills. They especially excelled in the use of hammers and clubs.

Only knights hardened in many battles could join the order of the Order of the Hammerers. Enormous fortitude and honed combat skills make paladins dangerous opponents on the battlefield. Vampires deal increased damage. Equipped with a helmet and armor. Has the paladin skill.


Tisa Sword of the Villa

WHEREVER he had come from, the Emissary's plea had been urgent. The Cult could only continue with the aid of the Guild.

It wasn't for nothing that Tisa had earned the title of Sword. No other child born Crimson had dared the Salt and the Brine to clad themselves in Water and remember its Rune. No other had befriended those of the Elysian Fields, or taken up their shield. No other had come as she among those of the Villa, already wielding a god-slayer.

She was Sword.

She would answer the summons.

>*Recorded by Tetriform*


Kuna Assaulter of the Trail

# Kuna Assaulter of the Trail

A "Warrior of the Coast"

   On the final days of retrograde, Kuna decided it was time to relax.
Dressed in her battle bikini, the beach was to be an appropriate place to visit.

Having heard tales of a Forgotten Beach, Kuna assaulted the trails toward this beach.
A Forgotten Beach sounded like the perfect place for some peaceful solitude.

As Kuna approached the end of the trail near the beach she noticed a smell..
But this wasnt the smelly fishy smell that smelled smelly..

*"Sunblock potions"* Kuna whispered to herself..

Kuna withdrew her brown longsword and slowly approached the beach.
She peered through the foliage that grew between two coconut palm trees at the end of the trail..

There was no one in sight!

Kuna walked onto the beach.
But as she proceeded toward the opensea, she stepped on a bottle..
*"Sunblock potions! I knew I could smell it.."* Kuna exclaimed to herself..

Looking around, Kuna could see the beach was littered in sunblock potions!
Using her sword she began collecting the potion bottles and litter left behind.

Kuna headed south..

It was here she met the **Wizard of the Coast**..

*"A'hoy!"* Kuna heard from off in the distance.
She looked along the shore where she seen a silhouette in the distance approaching her.
Kuna confidently walked toward the approaching figure as she recognized the wizards staff.

Kuna asked @wizard7688:
*"are you the legendary **Wizard of the Coast**?"*

David joyfully joked:
*"Legendary!? HAH!. I don't know about that.. I am simply a cast away casting a way on this beach."*


Kuna then asked David:
*"What's with all the sunblock potion bottles and litter along the beach?"*

David explained to Kuna:
*"Every winter season **shoebies** travel to the beach. They disregard the homes of beach companions and familiars.
Leaving behind their empty, poor quality sunblock potion bottles, donut packaging, and other unwanted items."*

Kuna aggressively said to David:
*"They must be stopped."*

**David nodded in agreement** then said:
*"We must lead by example and clear the beaches of what debris we can."*

Kuna calmly responded to David:
*"I will destroy anyone who harms the beach again."*

David looked down at his familiar **Wilson** then smiled up at Kuna and asked:
*"Will you join us as a **Warrior of the Coast** and walk along the opensea with me?
Your passion will prove its worth in time!"*

Kuna responded:
*"It would be my honor!"*

Knowing of the new adventures waiting for them over the horizon,
**The Wizard and Warrior of the Coast** walked off into the sunset..


Talos the Crazy

The world felt larger and more foreboding without a rider. His once beautiful red drape now stuck to his strong back, saturated in blood. The leather bridle loose, with no master to guide him. The enemy was crafty and remained hidden in the shadows until the final second. Before the mercenary made himself known, his steel struck from the darkness. Talso knew the bite of Snozles (@warrior3359) blade, he had felt it before.

Shaking his mane, he drove the thought from his tired mind. He must warn the others, before it was too late.


Myla Lacerator of the Sun

# Myla Lacerator of the Sun

Myla was not first to walk this path. She would not be the last. Yet, her place was special. She knelt by the chest and slowly, reverently, lifted the heavy lid. Its contents sucked the breath from her lungs. She had seen the Valkyrie Armor a few times before, but never this close. Her shaking hand was drawn towards its beauty. She stopped short. Excited. Terrified. Her eyes wandered from the purple armor to the battle axe beside it. Its edges sharp enough to cut through time itself. She dared to test its weight in her hands. Slowly, firmly, she withdrew the double-sided axe. It was weightless in her grasp. A dark oil-stained cloth she hadnt noticed before rested within the bottom of the chest.

Setting down the axe, she tugged the cloth. A brilliant light filled the room!

A T.H. shield spilled from her lips in a whisper.

Tanker Heater Shields were not something anyone in these parts had ever seen face to face. They decorated paintings and murals in her city and distant lands. They were the subject of songs and poems, a tune for the lips of the crowds at festivals, not something that one simply had in their home.

Her eyes returned to the axe, then back the T.H. Sheild, before returning to the Valkyrie armor. Her people needed a hero. The attacks had increased in frequency and intensity for months. A great evil was looming in the shadows.

The door burst open with a loud crash!

Talos. Hes here! Proclaimed the frail innkeeper.

Myla quickly shut the chest.

Who.

@pony158"

She recognized the name, of course. But why would a world pony be here? Before she could ask the question, the innkeeper let our slow gasp.


Snozle. (@warrior3359)

The name hung in the room like wet dew. She knew what she must do...


Isaac of the Plains

## The story of Isaac of the Plains remain to be told...


Shaman Talbot of the Mist

## And so began the story of Shaman Talbot of the Mist...


Izible Shark of the Capital

An archer known for their unique **Swap Retrieval** technique. The technique starts with Izible firing a shot that pierces through the enemy, followed by their companion griffin Lok retrieving the arrow and returning it.


Battlemage Pezo of the Obelisk

Pezo never knew his parents; he was Raised by his grandfather Quarion in Blue Wizard Bastion. In the winter months the two would spend days ice fishing in Dream Master Lake. Filling their baskets until they almost burst with Xiphiidae. Pezo loved his grandfather and looked after him for many years. And every year they returned to Dream Master Lake. But it was during the last Winter Solstice when Quarion could no longer make the trip. So Pezo decided to go alone. He returned after a fortnite only to find his Grandfather had passed away of old age. Pezo never fished again.


Hydromancer Soran of the Psychic Leap

###
## Hydromancer Soran of the Psychic Leap

## He was a born a blue

He was born a blue. Sorans path was chosen for him, Bromley reminded his wife.

Nurgada stood in front of the home where she was born and stared at the horizon. The purple hues faded downwards from light to dark as they melted into the field of heather.  A lone tear streaked down her face.

You really didnt think Soran would come, did you? Bromley asked as he walked up, wiped away the tear and then put his arms around her. You shouldnt expect what cant be.

Part of me always thinks hell show up, she replied.

Nurgada pressed her head on his shoulders and wept.  They stood there until darkness joined the hug and then the coldness sent them inside.

Early the next morning Nurgada went into her moms garden and dug up several snapdragon plants. She gently tucked them into a basket along with a trowel and headed out into the heath.

The sun began to dry the mist that hung in the air and as it did it revealed a figure standing at her parents grave.  Nurgadas face flushed as she blurted out, What are you doing here?

Soran slowly turned around and tipped his blue hat and replied, Hi Nurgada.

The funeral was yesterday. You missed it just like you have missed everything, she exclaimed.

I came because he was my father too.

Her hands clutched the handle on the basked tighter and she shouted, Youre a day late.

Stepping closer Soran said, Im sorry. I couldnt make it any sooner.

Why?

Soran shook his head and exhailed,  I cant tell you. Maybe someday I can.

Are you going to stay?


Are you going to stay?

No, he answered.

When will you be back?

Soran glanced back to his parents grave and sighed, I see you picked snapdragons.

I came here to plant them around their grave and sing them a song, Nurgada said as she walked forward.

Moving out of her way, Soran studied his sister and childhood memories washed over him.

Kneeling down, Nurgada took the trowel and stuck it into the ground.

You know Galatea looks like momtime will tell if its a curse or a blessing.

Dropping the trowel Nurgada spun around, What, when did you see Galatea?

Her brother was gone. She was talking to the wind.


You are the spwan of the last beast.
You have 4 tails, sit on a podium and I love you.


Prometheus Assailant of the Quantum Downs


Marmaduke Leveler of Area 71

Bam! Boom! Explosion of Doom!

Gasses and fumes

A rose subsumed by flames

Bam! Boom! Oxygen consumed!

Ashes and dust

My love for you remains

Once! Twice! A third bomb is nice!

A hole in the wall

Will have to suffice


Boarhead of the Wild

Boarhead of the Wild doesn't seem like a traditional warrior at first sight, he is however quite the foodie. He is skilled in wok work and pasta extrusion, his knack for spice selection is peerless. His mind is always spinning about how to create the perfect bowl of noodles. He rationalizes his choice of a bowl of ramen for a weapon by stating that the contents, which are just a degree or two below boiling are as good a deterrent to violence as any falchion or poleaxe. He once stopped a wizard from casting a doom spell by simply passing his bowl under the wizard's nose briefly. Always ready to share a pint of ale with anyone regardless of their affinity, Boarhead is quite the culinary curiosity.


Molly Cataclysm of the East

## I would not
#### have survived the months in the jungle without my faithful jaguar Jane.  When the sisterhood was routed at the battle of the forgotten pass, Jane carried my near-lifeless body down into the cloud forest. The monkeys were hypnotized by Jane's liquid gold eyes and willingly sacrificed themselves to be sustenance for my recovery. The mother vine Yag grew round my misty sanctuary - teach me mother I said through the darkness of my despair.  The milk of the vine and the leaf of the shrub - what will you show me, teachers.

As my body grew stronger and my mind healed, I had a vision dream. The blood of the jungle carried me, falling down from the mountains, capillaries joining arteries and flowing out to the vast blue sea. I had never seen the sea before and its immensity dropped me to the sand. A boat with strange runes on its sail dropped anchor in the bay.

It is time, Jane, I said when I awoke. And my mighty jaguar roared her approval to the hummingbirds dancing above.  Somehow I knew with every fiber of my being that the boat would be waiting when I finally  stepped out of the jungle onto the beach. Where will it take us, Jane?  A meditative stare returns - Jane only knows one place - by my side.


Allan Nullifier of Wizards

Every wizard has a plan until you gut them with a sword. Every wizard has a spell ready until you trample them with your two-ton buffalo.  I understand you're nervous kid but stick with me - these wizards are all talk, no action. I never met me a wizard yet that didn't want to puff up and deliver a soliloquy about their mastery of the mysteries. Master this steel in your throat. Hah.

What's that?  Nah don't worry you get your armor when you earn your third stripe. You really don't need it anyway. Like I said, their rune is worse than their bite. Now just run up ahead like a good recruit and remember what I said.  I'll cover the rear.


Alexa of the Road

Soon to be married to @wizard7889


Witch Liliana of the Grotto

But you must not change one thing, one pebble, one grain of sand, until you know what good and evil will follow on that act. The world is in balance, in Equilibrium. A wizard's power of Changing and Summoning can shake the balance of the world. It is dangerous, that power...It must follow knowledge, and serve need.


Sloozle Belligerent of Snakes

A falcon soared overhead analyzing the movements of the people below with precise detail. They sought a savior and had found none. Out of their desperation, a terrible fate would be birthed.
The falcon returned to Sloozle with delightful news.

Master, its time.

The mighty Furgnome Mercenary rose to his feet sword in hand. The people needed a champion and none had appeared. Their spirits were weak, their situation desperate. The last of their hope would be torn from their faint hearts. His raiding parties had been toying with their supply lines for months. For too long he had waited. His dark heart eager to bring destruction to the city. To their home.

His fist clinched tightly to his green long sword, its steel thirsty for blood. War would come with the dawn and this time he was ready.


Wild Mage Hagar of the Desert

# the journey of hagar
It was dark and cold outside when Hagar suddenly woke up.
his cold sweat was dripping from his face when he sat up.
he was used to have bad dreams, but this time it was different.
the sun was just about to rise, the night was clear ... another hot day in the seemling endless desert.
but not for Hagar. This dream has to mean something  ...
without telling anyone Hagar packed a few things and left his tent ...'farewell' he mumbled ...
he was never seen again around here.

years have passed when people started to talk about a wizard from the far south who goes by the name
Wild Mage Hagar of the Desert only accompanied by his his black cat cinder.


Wuzzle Nailer of the Wood

# Wuzzle Nailer of the Wood

Wuzzle was an imp born in the South of the Frog Master Marsh and since he was little, he always showed an interest in the art of wood-crafting.

Chopping down tree after tree, he developed insane strength and decided to learn how to fight. One random day while Wuzzle was training in the forest, he met with a Lynx (companion named Ace), and since that day, they've always been together.

Exploring the Runiverse, they've won countless battles and defeated all the ones who challenged them in a duel.

Will, you reader, be the next one to die?


Faris Cataclysm of the Docks

Faris Cataclysm of the Docks

I look like a rambo

My head, Zimbala is very afro

I don't have a shield, the offensive is the best defense

My weapons to attack are Wild Eagle and Malachite Cleaver


Tiberius Fragmenter of the Tundra

# The Lore of Tiberius Fragmenter of the Tundra

Tiberius is a protector. Standing over 10 feet tall, communicating almost exclusively through grunts and vague variations of solemn facial expressions, his main occupation is accompanying parties through the dangers of the Tundra. His large battle mace is used to break through the ice and clear paths for the travelling group whilst his companion, a nameless falcon, circles overhead.

All 300 kilograms of Tiberius moves regularly through the white and is enough to trouble the minds of any would-be robbers, but on the rare occasion where he does find himself in battle; he destroys his opponents. Battering and bludgeoning their lifeless bodies into oblivion long after it is clear that the fight is over; his power is undeniable. Witnesses speak of the scenes as if he were being overtaken by demons.

Finally, when the violence ends and he continues on his way, the tears of Tiberius fall from his face and into the snow.


Sorcerer Ofaris of the Keep

# The Lore of Sorcerer Ofaris of the Keep

# Prologue

Ofaris looked at his hands, which pulsed warm with magical energy. He never failed to cast a single spell, and everyone around him knew it. When the blue glow around Ofaris finally subsided, there was a loud applause and cheers.

Lots of people gathered here in the swamps. Some didn't believe Ofaris could really do it, others just really wanted to see it again. There were only a few wizards in the country who mastered the spell of teleportation, but it was he who did it repeatedly and with always striking accuracy.

"Bravo, my friend!"

"Unbelievable!"

The cheers didn't stop around, and Ofaris enjoyed them properly. Today, he had his hair cut, his beard oiled, and his periwinkle coat cleaned. He wanted everyone to remember him as best they could, especially those who did not master the secrets of magic.

"If you'll excuse me." Ofaris bowed politely, gently hitting the ground with his Sun staff, and dozens of fluttering fireflies flew out of the glowing tip of the clear fire, illuminating the shadows of the swamps around him. "My colleague here is very grumpy when I keep him waiting too long. He literally adores swamps.

All eyes fell on the golden frog sitting beside Ofaris grunting, apparently unaware of the importance of the moment.

Ofaris smiled and set out across the soft ground to the core of the vast swamps, leaving all curious glances behind. He always said that he made trips to the swamps mostly for his Frog, and although that was partly true, he enjoyed this place unbelievably.

No one dared to follow him here. The moss-covered ground and mirror-calm levels of the lakes all around were too dangerous for ordinary mortals, but also for many wizards.


But not for Ofaris. He was one of the best.

He watched as his frog jumped from one pool to the other in front of him, always testing with his red mouth whether the water was good enough for the golden frog itself. It was a petty ritual, but Ofaris was glad his frog was aware of its rarity. Green, brown, yellow and even blue frogs were fairly common, but golden? There was perhaps only one of them, and it belonged to Ofaris.

Every good wizard had his animal and they played a very important role. In wisdom, almost no one could match wizards, so their life was quite lonely. They understood faster, learned better and knew more. For many ordinary people, they were eccentric beings with too much power, and therefore each had its own animal, which served as an anchor for their souls. This is the only way they could remember how beautiful and especially fragile life is.

And that's why Ofaris's heart almost stopped when he lost sight of his frog for a moment. She was gone, as if the earth had fallen on her.

Ofaris was about to use a revealing spell that would help him find the golden rascal, but in the end he decided it was an opportunity for him to explore the swamp a little more.

He walked among calm lakes with mist, stepped under an old willow tree, and crossed a fallen tree trunk when he finally saw his golden frog. The little devil was sitting quietly on a small mossy island, and Ofaris just had to smile at him. He was a gentleman, and he would never really get angry.

But what happened then almost took his breath away. Two golden frogs suddenly rested on the island. Ofaris rubbed his eyes, making sure his eyes didn't fool him. Really. Two golden frogs. Was it a spell?

"Is that yours?" a gentle female voice spoke.


"Is that yours?" a gentle female voice spoke.

Ofaris hesitated and watched the young woman in the blue suit approach him. Her hair was the color of fresh grass, a curved stick in her hand, a pair of antlers on her head, and a friendly smile on her face. But what struck Ofaris the most was the magical power he felt from this woman.

It was unbelievable.

"Yes." he stammered and straightened. "Nice to meet you, my name is Ofaris."

"Celeste." a young woman smiled at him.

"What are you doing so deep in the swamps, may I ask?"

Celeste laughed. "A lot of people don't come here, it's so quiet here."

"So we obviously have a similar goal." Ofaris said amicably. "I love this place too."

"But we have a problem, Ofaris." Celeste said amusedly, pointing to two golden frogs. They are exactly the same! Maybe I'll pick the wrong one and take your home.

Ofaris couldn't help but smile. He knew very well which of the two frogs was his. He felt an unmistakable connection to the animal. But he was also smart and understood what Celeste wanted.

"In that case, I suggest not moving away from each other until we're really sure whose frog is whose."

Celeste nodded. "Reasonable."

"Indeed."

"But you know frogs, they're stubborn. But it can take hours.'' Celeste protested with a half smile.

"Maybe days and weeks." Ofaris added seriously.

Celeste smiled heavenly at him. "Looks like we have no choice."

# Chapter I.

"Ofaris, how many years have we known each other?" Celeste asked him. "You never made a mistake."


She was right. He was perhaps the only wizard who had never failed a single spell. He had no gift which he was born with. He studied every spare moment and kept improving, while the other wizards had long since given up. He was a wizard with a warrior's heart, but now he felt so frightened.

"I'm not sure, Celeste." he countered, glancing at the pedestal with the spinning fire. "Using the Sacred Flame is extremely challenging."

"A lot of wizards have already used it!" Celeste said.

"But just look where it got them. My dear, I know you want to reach your full potential, but are you aware of the risks?

Celeste smiled at him, as she had for years, and he, like a well-behaved wizard, could not refuse. She was beautiful and most importantly she was extremely powerful.

"I certainly wouldn't make it on my own and I don't trust anyone else." she told him, lying down on the prepared wood bedding. "I think I'm a stronger witch than you are."

"So that's how it's going to be?" Ofaris folded his hands.

"You didn't let me finish." She smiled. "I'm stronger, but you're much smarter. Your technique of using magic is absolutely unique. Where I have the power, you catch up with me with your knowledge. And that is why you must use the Sacred Flame. Nobody else."

"Good." Ofaris said uncertainly and approached the glowing fire in front of him. "Are you ready?"

"I've always been.

Ofaris took a deep breath and held out his hands in front of him. He felt the heat of the Sacred Flame and was frightened. He felt the unbridled magical energy roar within him, and he hesitated for a moment. But then he looked at his wife, gritted his teeth, and took the flames in his hands.


A complete storm broke out inside as the Sacred Flame entered his body. He was shaking, he was hot, and in an instant he was freezing cold. It was as if every part of his body was charged with magical energy that refused to be bound.

Ofaris's knees broke, his ears were closed, and he felt indescribable pain all over his body.

"You can do it!" he suddenly heard his wife's familiar voice in the distance.

If not for her, then for whom else?

Ofaris gritted his teeth again, got to his feet, and accepted the pain. That was the only way to control it. For a moment, it was his, as if trying to use the Flame on himself. He felt the heat ripping his body and mind, and at the last moment he shifted all his strength into his palms and aimed them over Celeste's chest.

The earth shook. The wind blew and the flames rumbled from all directions. An indescribable force flowed through Ofaris, and for the first time in his life, he could not control the flowing magic. He tried his best, but it was pointless as if he was trying to stop the flowing river with his bare hands.

There was a shout.

"Celeste!" screamed Ofaris as he felt too much energy flowing from him. Celeste was strong, but this was too much for ten wizards. He tried to stop the immense power, but he fought in vain.

His wife's scream continued along with the crackling and roaring, and he trembled with exhaustion until he finally fell to his knees.

Suddenly everything stopped and he heard only his loud heartbeat. He looked at the smoldering body, which to his horror moved.

Celeste was burned. Instead of her lovely face, two bright eyes stared at Ofaris from the darkness.


"What am I?!" she suddenly screamed so loud that Ofaris had to cover his ears.

Celeste stared at her purple fingers, pieces of her skin shattering and flying around, only to reunite for a moment and split off elsewhere.

"What did you do to me ?!"

Ofaris stared at his wife with fear in his eyes.

She looked at him with sheer hatred.

And so Ofaris disappeared. He used the teleportation spell he knew so well, and a moment later he landed on the wooden floor of his house.

He knelt on the ground, crying and staring at his hands, which pulsed warm with magical energy. He had just failed to cast the only spell that really mattered.


Hamma Dispatcher of the Rock

# The Rock and the Hammer

Hamma, bathed in blue with the protection of Saturn imbued in his armor, sword, and shield, serves the Azur Knights as a bounty hunter. While not a formal member of the guild he prefers to fight only with his trusted Rhinoceros Beetle "Gorm" he is most often hired to defeat Stone Idols and Earth Giants. It's rumored his blade weighs 10,000 pounds. A perfect tool for dismantling stone creatures who threaten the will of the Azul Knights.


Void Disciple Norix

Void Disciple Norix; 3/8/13, powered by Lord Shiva's Beard

Gift of the Sun God When Atrahasis draws on a divine essence, he gains the following: Instantaneous: +4/+4

Voidform When Atrahasis enters the battlefield,
His lucky cat is ever by his side. The two met in the 7th Realm, the moment Norix stole the key. As a reminder of their fateful meeting, here is a piece of art (with his ominous companions) depicting his moment of personal glory: Voidbearer

Norix, the Yuezhi Gem Oracle It was an auspicious day. Many Death Eater fellow joined in that fatefull moment. However, at the very moment the Death Eater would have taken his place in history, he chose to go against the prophesied will of the gods, choosing to commit suicide rather than defy their will. In death, they lucky cat won. Death is but a broken tale left behind in the wake of destruction.

This cat is brought back to life by the memory of what he would have done, and at the mercy of a fiendish being. Norix, the Yuezhi Gem Oracle Atrahasis and his friends might have been doomed to die, but instead, a last-ditch effort restored their life to them, and restored a sense of power to their journeys. His lucky cat was brought back to life by the memory of what he would have done, and at the mercy of a fiendish being. Norix, the Yuezhi Gem Oracle It was an auspicious day. Many Death Eater fellow joined in that fatefull moment. However, at the very moment the Death Eater would have taken his place in history, he chose to go against the prophesied will of the gods, choosing LIFE.

Also he's a sick painter and made some oil painting depicting the above scenes.


Jack Shaver of the Lowlands

Quietly, with the stealth of a jaguar in night, Jack crept into the villiage. His only trace shadows cast by the soft glow of torches left aflame to ward off hungry Lowland beasts. He entered the first door he came across. It was the local tavern. Its occupants all fallen silent beneath the curtains of a full night of drink and dance. Some laid across the bar and tables, others made their way to the rooms spread throughout the inn.

Just at that moment, an older man pushed through a side door holding a keg of mead. He was startled by Jack, he turned and said, "Can I get yo..."

But before he could finish, Jack had claimed yet another victory. He swung his saber an relieved this villian if his head.

As the old man (villian)'s head fell to the floor it made a loud THUD!

Other patrons began to rouse from their slumbers. One nearby awoke and then looked at Jack and screamed, "What did you do to Lar..", but before he could finish his battlecry, Jack again claimed victory!

This continued for some time as Jack emerged victorious over everyone in the Tavern that night. Their poorly constructed weapons made from random furniture and table cutlery were no match for Jack's legendary saber.


At the end of the battle, Jack covered in villian's blood slumped into a stool at the bar and pondered to himself in the same thick Lowland lisp that identified all in the Shaver clan, "Does anyone even notice how much time I spend on these eyebrows? I feel like no one even cares. It's a friggin masterpiece what I do with this caveman unibrow every day and no one even notices. I could go to battle looking like some sort of werewolf but I don't. I care. Jack Shaver cares. I've got to get out of these Lowlands..."

And so he shall. And. So. He. Shall.


Juno Conqueror of Atlantis

- Keep your armor neatly packed with animal furs within your chest
- If wet, scrub your mail with sand to prevent rusting
- Keep your set nicely oiled
- Don't go for a dive and don't fall in the water
- If you fall, your best bet is breastroke

I kept running through these and other old warrior's dictums, repeating them aloud for my soldier's benefit, though between some retching overboard, others' jitters or focused determination, I doubt any of it stuck.

The kingdom's largest armada in 300 years, sailing to conquer a shit piece of rock in the water. I will never understand nobility, all I know is I fucking hate water.


Marmaduke Leveler of Area 71

# There is a hole

### There is a hole inside my soul
### and explosions cannot fill it
### There is a crack inside my heart
### And my shield cannot defend it
### There is a silence before the boom
### And my love I cannot fill it
### with the words that bounce inside my helm
### and come from far off faerie realms -
### There is a longing in my bones
### and fire cannot cleanse it
### Is there a future hearth at home?
### A time when I am not alone?
### Or is mine just to drop the bomb
### to walk the flames
### and crush the skulls


Aeromancer Aiko of the Valley

Aeromancer Aiko

Aiko has been interested in meteorology since she was a child, and she can sense the changes of the weather with her own skin.

Through her studies, she finally mastered the way to manipulate the weather. When she is happy, she can summon the breeze and children love to play with her in the blowing of the wind.

But if she is unhappy, tornadoes will sweep the earth.

Aiko has a rabbit named Celine. She also has a good friend Hadrien #569, who turns celine's eyes into diamonds.


Aleister of the Mist

CHAPTER TWO: THE MAN WHO CROAKS


Incitata Ruin of Mount Titan

Incitata

Incitata is from moutain titan, she is dexterous and was born with a passion for force. Her dream is to be a warrior.

Her father gave her a green suit of armor. Her weapon is Bo.

In addition, she had a buffkin that sang to her all the way.

So Incitata happily traveled from south to north and made many new friends. For example the warrior  Marcus @warrior3260


Artificer Ulysse of the Palms

Ulysse

Ulysse is a very strong craftsman without hair. He can make all kinds of magic artifacts. He also has a magical key of the 7th Realm. When he casts the rune, the key always rotates behind him.

He also has a rat names Jerry, who can tell the best material of all kinds and is very fond of gold.


Bryan Battler of the Obelisk

# The Unwanted Fellowship of Bryan

In a daze, not remembering where he had come from, where we was going, or why he was here... Bryan looked up and saw only an Obelisk... surrounded by unkown folks staring at his rune.. and *praising his name....*

Brian: ...Will you please listen? I'm not the Messiah! Do you understand?  Honestly!
Woman: Only the true Messiah denies his divinity!
Brian: What? Well, what sort of chance does that give me? All right, I am the Messiah!
Crowd: He is! He is the Messiah!
Brian: Now, f*ck off!
Arthur: How shall we f*ck off, oh Lord?
Brian: Oh, just go away! Leave me alone!


Shaman Zelda of the Hollow

Lore Entry 1

The man with no hat but but fiery hair. He wields a staff and a purple eyed crow. A glimpse of the shaman of Zelda means the end is near. Try if you must but the presence of the shaman means your fate has already been written in the stars. The clock will stop ticking. Your time has run out.


Harral Despoiler of Monsters

Harral comes from a long line of warriors who were experts only in sailing and pillaging. They would sail the seas traveling from land to land taking what they could without a care, but as Harral grew older he found himself at odds with his people. Harral took notice of the pain caused by all of the pillaging. The weight of the cries and bloodshed were a burden he no longer wished to bear, but pillaging was in his blood, so pillaging monsters became Harrals new vocation. They did not have as much valuable loot as humans but provided all of the meat that a warrior could ever need.


Although pillaging humans was no longer part of his life, Harral had to admit that taking treasures was something that part of him missed doing. Eating only the meat of swamp and cave creatures and living in poverty was not a life Harral was satisfied with. "Goblins!" Harral thought to himself in his thick accent, "Gobbos kin hae gowd 'rinkets an such, a'm juist needin' tae fin' a gobbo camp fer som guid loot!" Harral knew what he wanted but he didn't know where to find it. He wandered and searched and right as he started to feel like he was lost he stumbled across an inn. Harral asked the inn keeper if he knew where there were any goblin camps. "Sorry, I think I misheard what you said. You are looking for goblins?" said the inn keeper. "Aye!" responded Harral. "What in the world do you want with goblins?" "Thair gowd!" Harral excalimed. At this point


gowd!" Harral excalimed. At this point the inn keeper is at a loss for words, simply staring in disbelief with a confused look on his face. *Ding* *Ding* *Ding* The sound of a bell comes from the other side of the room. "I know where the goblins stay around here." A red hooded figure with a bell in his hand says as he approaches. "Oi! Droppin' eaves ar ye!?" Harral asked. "I couldn't help but overhear, seeing as how you are shouting louder than kelpie in heat. I can show you where the goblin camp is, but I would not recommend going there." Says the hooded figure. "An' how com is 'at?" Harral asked, now speaking in a slightly softer volume. The hooded figure says, "Trust me, you don't want to make enemies out of goblins, they can hold grudges like you wouldn't believe." "A grudge wit' som gobbos!? Wha dae ye tak' me fur!? Ah


Wha dae ye tak' me fur!? Ah fear no gobbos!" "Alright, alright, I'll show you where the camp is, but you can't say I didn't warn you." *Ding* *Ding* *Ding* A bell rings and the hooded figure seems to disappear as a map falls into Harrals hand. Puzzled, but satisfied, Harral heads out to find the goblin camp.


The map leads Harral into the heart of a swamp. As he wades through the muk he finally finds it, the goblin camp. A collection of crudely constructed tents and huts surrounding a massive fire pit, around which are dozens of small imp-like goblins dancing and chanting as they rapidly run in a circle around the fire. It would be a formidable scene for a lesser man, but Harral took only delight in what he saw. "Let os see whit thay git!" He thought to himself as he marched fearlessly towards the circle. "Oi! Whaur dae ye gobbos 'eep yer loot!?" He shouted at them. The circle immediately stopped their chants and dancing only to turn and look at their intruder. "Dae all ye hae shite en ye lugs o' ar all ye jus' dum! Ah asked whaur yer loot be!" Before he finished his sentence the horde was already storming towards him. As the goblins reach Harral he swings his


As the goblins reach Harral he swings his titan cleaver slicing through them like butter. As quick as they are reaching him he is cutting them down, taking out at least 3 goblins with every swing. "Is 'at all ye git!?" Shouts Harral before bashing a goblins face with his shield. The remaining goblins begin to cower, they are now running away. "Gied to the pitch with ye, COWARDS!!!" Harral exclaims as he lowers his weapon. He searches the camp high and low but does not find anything of value, only what was presumably going to be the camps next meal, a few snapping turtles locked in a cage. "Whit a shite o' time that wis." He thinks to himself. As he looked at the caged turtles he took pity upon them. "Dun worry tur'les, Ah wont lea ye 'ere locked up." he says as he opens the cage. The turtles all leave and wander into the swamp, except for one. A


wander into the swamp, except for one. A turtle walks up to Harral and looks up at him. "Arent ye a lucky wee bastard" Harral says as he reaches his hand out to pet the beast. *CHOMP* The turtle latches onto Harrals hand. "Oi! Git aff o' me ye wee cunt!" Shouts Harral as he flings the turtle into the swamp. "Thats th' cheers ah git fir savin yer hide!? Ah didnae even git any loot!" He shouts as he kicks a tent, getting the canvas entangled around his foot that takes him a few seconds of flailing to kick off. Not even sure how to get home, he looks down at the map that lead him there. The map is now showing him how to get home from the goblin camp! Harral took a minute to ponder how this was possible, how the map given to him by his hooded friend could possibly change, how they knew where he lived. The more he thought about it


where he lived. The more he thought about it the more it made his head hurt. "No matt'r." He thought to himself, as he began to walk home.


As Harral approached his cabin he heard something approaching behind him. He turns to see what it is but there is nothing there. As he turns back around to walk inside there it is. Harral looks down to see the snapping turtle from the swamp pushing against the door like he wants to go inside. "Oi! Whit dae we hae 'ere!? A lang wey frum home ye be!" Harral tells the beast as he pushes it aside so he can walk inside. Harral closes the door behind him but the turtle continues to push against the door like he wants inside. "Ye cannae come 'n 'ere! Away wit ye!" Harral shouts at the turtle, but it does not seem to affect the turtle. After a few minutes of this Harral relents. He opens the door and the turtle wanders inside, sits on the floor, and looks up at Harral. "A'm wey tae tired tae deal wi' ye 'ight noo" Harral tells the beast as he lays in his bed, almost instantly falling to sleep and snoring loudly. The turtle watches this happen so he too drifts off to sleep on the floor of the cabin.


*CRASH* Harral is woken to the sound of his door and windows being smashed in and goblins flooding into his cabin. Before he even has time to react a goblin holding an axe over Harrals head begins to swing. Before he has a chance to deliver the blow he is grabbed by the neck from behind and taken down to the floor. The turtle had taken the goblins neck into its jaws and slammed him to the ground. *CHOMP* The turtle bites though the neck, severing the goblins head. The goblins body stands up and begins to run around aimlessly, bumping into other goblins as they are storming in. Harral grabs his titan clever and swings wildly. "TAE HELL WITH YE GOBBOS!" He shouts as he slices. The goblins are entering through the cabins front door, a window to the left, and a window to the right. Harral is quickly slicing down as many goblins as he possibly can but he cannot handle the sheer number


he possibly can but he cannot handle the sheer number flooding inside. The longer the fight continues the more Harral gets surrounded until one goblin is able to cling onto his back. "GIT AFF O' ME!!!!!" He shouts as he tries and fails to strike the goblin climbing on him. Harral is spinning around, swinging wildly while at the same time trying to fling off the goblin on his back to no avail. *CHOMP* The goblin on Harrals back finds itself hanging from the jaws of the snapping turtle. The turtle had grabbed the goblin by the arm. It then jerked its head to the side, ripping off the goblins arm. The memory of the piercing screams that came from that goblin came to be something that would haunt Harral for many years. The remaining goblins are now fleeing, pushing each other to get out of the door and windows. The goblins all retreat into the forest leaving only the dead and a headless goblin still


leaving only the dead and a headless goblin still stumbling around aimlessly. Harral looks around his trashed cabin, covered in blood and goblin parts, and looks down to see the turtle, blood on its jaws, calmly looking up at him. "That wis a neat trick." Harral says to the turtle. The turtle rests its head on the ground and falls asleep. "Guid idea." Harral says as he collapses into his bed and passes out from exhaustion, his loud snores echoing through the night.


Alchemist Muntjac of the Carnival

# Alchemist Muntjac of the Carnival

Hoot!

Moot!

Potion dabble,
possum feeble boot!

I am Muntjac,
Wizard set to loot!

Antlers tall, a cape to wrap,

a faithful toad in toe,

Take my potion son or lass,

That's when this story really starts to go!

Step right up who wants a piece?

I'll hang your head on mantlepiece.

> Here is lore written for all eternity
> *by Millar Tenebrae*