Celah of the Atheneum

# Tale #1: The Lunar Staff

Dark figures glared at Celah as he walked through a narrow alley in Goblin town. Celah chuckled under his breath, as he knew the tale of his last adventure was spreading. He reached into his bag and pulled out a dusty yellow toad. *Looks like we have some enemies*, he laughed.

Celah, a powerful wizard and avid collector of rare trinkets, had just returned from a trip to the Zaros Oasis. It was at a wizard pub where he met a priest named Essence and a tiny warlock named Pytho. The three adventurers, quite intoxicated, told tales of past adventures. The warlock bragged about the power of his dark magic, and obsessed over a rare lunar staff held by evil trolls in a nearby city. He promised his new friends rare jewels and gold for helping him attain the staff, so the two obliged. *It will be easy if we all stick together,* he said. *Youre looking at the most powerful warlock in the world.*

The three new acquaintances traveled west from the oasis to a hostile troll city rumored to hold the valuable treasure. The trolls did not take kindly to their arrival, and preemptively attacked the group. Celah shot lightning bolts, frying the trolls who attacked them. However, the warlocks shadow spells proved ineffective, and as more trolls showed up to fight, it became clear that the group was in danger.


The priest did his best to protect and heal the group, but the sheer number of trolls was overwhelming. In between waves of trolls, the warlock fled, leaving Celah and Essence to fend for themselves. With their backs against the wall, a final group of 10 trolls surrounded the two of them. *Was this the end?,* thought Celah. He looked up to the night sky and saw what appeared to be an ancient rune. A surge of power ran through his body and without thinking he summoned a chain of lightning, killing all 10 trolls instantly and shaking the ground beneath their feet.

The warlock, who saw the lightning bolt from a distance, ran back to the group. Nobody said a word. They just looked at each other, then looked at the piles of troll bodies on the ground. Next to one of the trolls laid a bright, glowing staff with the shape of a moon on it.

As the warlock ran to grab it, Celah summoned one last lightning bolt down from the sky and struck the staff, covering the three of them in moon dust.


Apocalypse of the Sacred Pillars

https://wizzypedia.forgottenrunes.com/The_Barren_Court

# The Barren Court

The Barren Court is a band of nomadic warriors who roam The Sand, protecting the weak and enforcing the law of the desert. Legends tell that long ago, when small strips of the region were considered amongst some of the most arable lands known to the continent, the group numbered in the hundreds, and existed as several allied clans who travelled separately for much of the year, but gathered in the heart of the desert at the height of summer to hold court and debate matters of consequence. Today however, the dunes have enveloped the vast majority of their once fertile homeland, swallowing every hint of lush greenery but for the hardy baobab trees endemic to the borderland between The Sand and the savannah to its south. As a consequence, the Courts numbers have declined rapidly, and recent reports suggest there may be less than fifty of them remaining, operating largely as a distributed network of spies and enforcers who travel primarily individually or in groups small enough to roam the wastelands undetected.

Central among the tenets of The Barren Court is a profound respect for the land, having seen first-hand the perilous toll its degradation has exacted upon the people, animals and plants that inhabit the desert.

# Organizational Structure

* Vizier: Battlemage Bullock (Wizard #9633 / battlemagebullock.eth)
* Poet Laureate: Apocalypse of the Sacred Pillars (Warrior #12468 / thebarrencourt.eth)

# Membership

Any eligible warrior can make the arduous journey into the desert and join The Barren Court by swearing the oath of the Court Benefits of joining the Court include:


* Receive artworks and other commissions of The Barren Court as an airdrop
* Contribute to a collective worldbuilding effort surrounding The Barren Court
* Able to break your oath at any time and claim back a troop from The Barren Court's NFTX Vault *

To find out more about your eligibility, or to swear the oath of The Barren Court, click here.

* NFTX Fees may apply. Initial fee rate set to half of the main NFTX warrior pool fee rate.


Cryptomancer Jastor of the Mist

I, Jastor of the Mist, am a mining kobold, hired to do one job - mine cinnabar.  But like many Kobolds blessed with magical tendencies, I wanted more from this life.  I sought out a wizard to train me in sorcery so I may raise my station and understand my raw ability.  The only mage that would work with me however was a Hobgoblin - embarrassing, I know.  As soon as I mastered transfiguration however, I turned that little hob into a toad!


Shaman Soya of the Plains

The frail man beguiles

Sickly skin puppet of plague

Small things dream biggest


Aleister of the Mist

CHAPTER ONE: THE HILL ON WILDERBERRY ROAD


Scryer Apollo of the Tower

# Scryer Apollo
Many have gazed upon the crystals to forsee the future. None as unsuccessfully as Scryer Apollo. As the stories go, his mug was never the most _accurate_ or _precise_ form of crystalized matter. It is, however, quite effective at holding mead.


Augurer Qasim of the Wood

# **++The Forgotten Voyage++**

In the land
of the mortal earthlings
a void rift had appeared

a nexus portal
calling all the chosen
the forgotten voyage is here

We were only men
when we were called to sea
to sail through dimensions to a new reality

forgotten runes in wizards hands
tales of a new 8-bit land

were going to start a wizard band
and here is a taste of what we have

I am Qasim yes I am
I traveled here from the meatspace land
krakens and creatures are in our path
clairvoiant faye will put em on blast

when will be at the new land they promised me
I cant wait to see what the Runiverse will bring
ancient tales of wizard spells and summoning familiar things
Loki's bridge, the rainbow spell granted us safe crossing

I am Qasim yes I am
I traveled here from the meatspace land
the ship withstood the rocking waves
the forgotten voyage had made its way!

Thank You!

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Pooroo Hacker of Monsters

Pooroo was pissed all the fucking time. Everything pissed him off. But what would a fungi warrior be if not for his wits. He knew he couldn't go around killing everyone that pissed him off. He'd be sent to the gallows surely. Instead, Pooroo focused his anger and aggression towards monsters. He would take all his life's frustrations out into the fields in search of something legal to kill. His angry nature stems from his nearly chipmunk sounding voice. He was made fun of his whole life for sounding different. That's why he is so full of rage. His life long pursuit is to find his deep chested warrior's roar...however elusive it is...

Dont let Pooroo fool you into believing he is a one dimensional fungi. He has a deep empathetic connection for those who break through his rough exterior and find a place close to his mushroom heart. Pooroo would die for those he cherishes as much as he would kill for them as well. Sometimes Pooroo lets his close friends lick his fungi head for a psychedelic experience. Unfortunately though, Pooroo could never share those experiences with them. If he tried to trip out...nothing would happen. Pooroo's mind state was naturally "tripped out" all the time, although to the outside observer he would appear normal. It was just how he was wired. This natural ability would give him a certain type of instinctual clairvoyance. he was very smart and he could quickly figure out if someone was trying to rip him off or try some shady shit.


Pooroo always had his gigas hornet companion around. Not only did he despise the bug, but it drove him mad with fury. Pooroo wouldnt dare harm his gigas hornet though. It was this very anger that enraged Pooroo into a state of superpower and adrenalin. Pooroo was unstoppable in his spats of wild fury. he had learned how to keep this power at bay and unleash it on a horde of monsters and completely obliterate them in hasty fashion.

dont believe me? ...

catch him outside how bout dat


Alchemist George of the Wood

# Blues, ooze, and and a few other hues

Alchemist George pondered aloud...

"What's an alchemist to do when stuck in a melancholic mood? Sit in my blues and wonder what in the world I am to do? To be free of the gloom, doom, and other hues of my mind?

How can one fill the void? No amount of perky potions seems to make a better mindset stick. Maybe it's not that something need be added but rather subtracted - to make room for a new view!"

For if he only knew just *how familiar* that blues had become; his only companion through the bleak midwinter


Summoner Aslan of Atlantis

Aslan held up the egg, attempting to estimate its mass while pondering how much longer he would have to wait before the blue-spotted mysterious oval would reveal its contents. He brought it closer to his face to inspect, but quickly jutted it back to arms length in a sudden act of uncontrollable fear. Did it just move??? No... probably not...

His mind quickly went back into a daze of bewilderment at the shear size of this thing. It was approximately the same size and thickness of his skull (which was especially notable given Aslan's cranium was quite large to begin with; his colleagues back in Atlantis often reminded him of that fact).

"The Great Summoner", as Aslan liked to dub himself, had attempted to summon a powerful "Water-Beast" only moments ago but instead summoned this sizeable-yet-powerless egg in its place. He had been so confident that he had perfected his incantation this time around, but alas he fell short of his goal yet again... He should have known better; it was only yesterday that he last attempted the spell, only coming away with this friendly and unimpressive Sapphire Slime that quietly sat beside him now.

After a long moment of silence & deep contemplation, Aslan sighed to himself with a sad realization. He was supposed to be "The Great Summoner", but has thus far failed to summon anything "great". On the bright side, at least the blue-speckled egg matched the color-scheme of his new slime friend and Aslan's peculiarly-blue nose; the Great Summoner's mind trailed off...

**THE EGG BEGAN TO RATTLE WITH A SUDDEN & VIOLENT INTENSITY THAT SHOOK THE GROUND BENEATH HIM**


Aslan could not finish his thought, needing to fully-divert his focus toward maintaining his grasp over the vibrating sphere in his hand. Yes, the egg was moving alright; Aslan was sure of it now.

Something was coming. It appeared he had summoned something powerful, after all...


Nikolas of El Dorado

When catastrophe strikes, don't bother calling El Dorados own Nikolas the Brave... Hes probably already on his way!  Known for his mighty heroics and dashing style and good looks, Nikolas will not only save your village, he will look damn fine doing it.


Archmagus Amir in the Shadows

Adventurer's Log #2234: "I came upon the most strange of abandoned castles.  A castle whose halls curved and winded about for what seemed miles (altho it seems impossible) until I finally encountered a very large dining hall with a lively fireplace.  The hall smelled of stale bread and ale, not unlike the Forgotten Tavern.  Seemningly home to only happy rodents and vermin, I was startled to find a strange man abiding amongst the rats.  He calls himself Amir and cant remember how long he said he'd been there!  Upon further inspection, Ive come to the conclusion Amir has survived purely on his own magic and endless mugs and mugs of ale!  He seems to be perfectly content conversing with the rats that live with him.  He spoke of adventuring beyond the enchanted castle with his drunken army of rats one day, but he seemed a bit to content in his element to truly believe him.."


Aloros Sword of the Road

# Aloros and The Road Life

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBN86y30Ufc

On the road again

Aloros wants to get on the road again

The life he loves is slicing monsters with his friends

Aloros wants to get on the road again

On the road again

Goin' places he aint never been

Stabbin things that he may never stab again

Aloros wants to get on the road again

On the road again

In his bandit armor he goes down the highway

With his feathered friend

That rotten underworld will see it their way

And their way

Is on the road again

Aloros wants to get on the road again

The life he loves is slicing monsters with his friends

Aloros wants to get on the road again

On the road again

In his bandit armor he goes down the highway

With his feathered friend

That rotten underworld will see it their way

And their way

Is on the road again

Aloros wants to get on the road again

The life he loves is slicing monsters with his friends

Aloros wants to get on the road again

Aloros wants to get on the road again


Beron Dismantler of the Ring

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## Beron Dismantler of the Ring

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Beron stood on the front deck of a freighter heading westward to trade in the far away lands. Leaning against the edge of the deck, he stared into the distance at the sunset over the Alchemist Archipelago. The sea was calm, a gentle warm breeze pushed the ship forward, inch by inch, relentlessly onward to its destination.

The ships captain, a long time friend, wandered over I dont think Ill ever tire of watching these sunsets he said. They both stood for a few moments watching the red and orange colours illuminate the evening sky. The captain turned to  Beron after a few minutes and continued You know this is for the best, it just isnt safe in these lands now, for you or your family he said. Aye Beron replied wistfully, Id have stayed, we fought the likes of him and won in times gone by, but I have my wife and daughter now to think about now Beron paused and continued and Im not that young man I once was he added with chuckle. This was very true, Beron had been semi retired now for a good few years, returning periodically to the warriors guild when called upon. The explosive raw energy that had been a feature of his fighting when youthful had all but gone, replaced by skill and guile learnt from the many battles across the years. But hed settled, married a wizard, adopted her eldest and welcomed a new life into the world with his wife. And this had changed him profoundly.


A warriors greatest attribute is that they are unbound in this world. They live for the fight, for the warrior code. Their sole focus is being the finest in their discipline and earning their glories on the field of battle. As Wizards are born to greatness, Warriors must earn theirs. Beron, had earned his through long years of service and many glorious campaigns where he earned the honour of his name being placed in the Warriors Chamber, a temple at the guild where only the greatest of warriors names are remembered. Not legendary, not by a way, but enough that his name and deeds would be remembered and written of in the Chamber. Now though, for the first time in his life, he was backing away from conflict. His step daughter murdered by a brutal lord and his families safety uncertain, he had for the first time in his life backed away from the fight. It felt uneasy to him, uncomfortable, despite the fact he knew it was the best and only real option to keep his family safe.


As he stood staring at the silhouette of the archipelago in the setting sun, he suddenly felt a disturbance in the air just behind him. In a swift movement he grabbed a wood rope peg off the rigging mount, turned and blocked the assailants wooden weapon. DADDY! You never let me win! his daughter wailed as Beron scooped her up in his arms. One day my child, one day you will! The captain who had left a few minutes ago bellowed down from the quarters dinner will be served in 10 Beron! Beron nodded towards him. He then popped his daughter onto his shoulders and started walking towards his wife, who had been sitting towards the other end of the deck. As he walked his daughter swished her sword, as if fighting some foe. She paused for a moment then spoke softly Daddy, do you think Ill be a great warrior one day like you? Beron chucked, then looking at her out the side of his eye said If you choose that path, Im certain of it! If not, youll be the best of whatever you choose to be She looked back at him, a long searching stare and then said with confidence Ill be the greatest warrior of them all then!!! Beron smiled back. And then lifting her off his shoulders places her down and whispered Im gonna speak to mummy a moment, dinner is almost served, go get yourself washed up ready!. Ok! she said and with that she ran off towards the cabins delightedly exclaiming Yay, dinnertime! swishing her wooden sword furiously as she ran.


Beron knelt beside his wife and wrapped an arm around her. Are you ok? He asked softly. Im fine she replied. There are so many memories there, I just needed a moment, a little time to myself to say goodbye Berons wife was a wizard, an Alchemist from the Archipelago. She had left a year or so before they met, her first husband had gone missing, not heard from to this day and she felt the only way forward was to leave and start a new life with her daughter elsewhere. Then she met Beron and life had been good for a while. But it didnt last, her eldest daughter had gone to work as an Alchemist for a Lord and after it became apparent the Lord was using the fruits her work not for the promised good, but to conquer and subjugate the lands around him, extending his domain outwards, her daughter had refused to continue working. A few weeks ago word had reached them she had been executed. They could no longer be certain of their own safety and took the difficult decision to leave for the relative safety of far away lands. The sun had set and the Archipelago was now a vague silhouette, dotted with lights like fireflies in the night sky. Beron cuddled his wife a while as they looked out over the sea, until the voice of their daughter rang out MOM, DAD, dinners getting cold! Were coming Beron called back.

The warm wind still blew steady that night, filling the sails, pushing the ship relentlessly westward. That night however, was some years ago now.


Circe of the Forest

Circe of the Forest


Arcanist Durm of the Mountain

# Durm's Quest for Peace

> *By day we seek salvation by the warmth of the sacred flame. At night we hang our heads on the Omega rune and pray Godspeed for morning.. lest the moon awaken this beast inside*

**We are blessed and cursed in equal measures..**

Drawing power through the Lunar Staff has made Durm the most famous Gruffling of the mountain realms. Yet, magic has come at a great cost and with the upmost secret of sacrifices.

By every good spell cast, Durm has gradually lost resistance to the darker forces. Unknown to the wider cult, this Gruffling by moonlight transforms into a **wild-beast** hunting familiars and devouring their souls.

By day, Durm continues with his trusted toad performing kind and magical deeds whilst in secret, they restlessly pursue the quest for the sacred flame, which for once and all may purge the dark beast inside.


Moose the Judicial

As the biggest horse in Goblintown, Moose is well known. Weighing over 3000 pounds and standing over 60 inches tall, this beautiful beast is exceptionally powerful and moves very well for his size.

As a young steed, Moose was purchased by a family of Kobold warriors and used to deliver supplies. Now that he's older, he can be found marching through Goblintown with his owner, Moka and Moka's brother, Gurgo.


Achmed Hacker of the Villa

>>Before venturing further into the desert, Achmed stood under a lone baobab deep in thought:

"The desert. A desolate stretch of featureless aridness that would put most to sleep, broken only by the occasional blade of hard blue sunlight. Told through the movement of grains of sand that become airborne when nature is at work. A faded, dusty expanse that has left a country lying in ruins and farmland scoured, abandoned and forgotten. Here lies buried mineral wealth more that can realistically be imagined. Only one thing remains the same, the tall minarets of the baobabs. The sand. An impassible stretch of unforgiving sand. A vast sand sea over which nothing else but bone or ruin remains. Like a shadowless cavern the walls of this vast expanse have collapsed from the relentless forces of wind and lava that have cascaded over it for ages. With every windstorm, the entire place goes deeper and deeper into disuse, becoming nothing more than a shadow in the parched daylight, obscuring everything including even the most delicate details of the landscape that surrounds me. Within the shadows of the desert, The Barren Court keeps close watch on encroaching visitors like me.


If the ties of friendship, affection, and love were annulled, mankind would become a raging multitude of wild and savage beasts of prey. Sand will harden into rock under the immense superincumbent pressure of the ocean, aided sometimes by the irresistible energy of fire; and when the pressure of calamity and danger is upon an order or a country, the members or the citizens ought to be the more closely united by the cohesion of sympathy and inter-dependence. It is the time that now has come. It is my hour of courage, to be numbered. There has been some pain for trespasses here and there along the way. Much more pain is left for me. That time has come again. Now for the last time, we shall escape from the net of man and man shall face the barrenness head-on. New- that is now, for this is the last day, and a thousand years from now, as they will, there will be no man to hear these words anyway."

>> The heart of the desert awaits. There is no turning back for Achmed now.


Sorcerer Lumos of the Mount

# The Lore of Sorcerer Lumos of the Mount

**An avid scholar**, researcher and historian for the art of sorcery, Lumos leads the way for new and exciting magic through the art of experimentation.

His wisdom is only matched by his tendency to make critical mistakes. Working by method of trial and error, Lumos greatly relies on the goblet of immortality for his daily survival.

> "To play a child amongst the Gods, one most demonstrate an infinite conviction to limitless magic which has been only dabbled in by the vaguest of precisions"


Pyromancer Flamos from the Abyss

# Pyromancer Flamos from the Abyss #792 by Jonathan Lebrec


Zane of the Havens

# Zane Of The Havens

>My purpose is simple
>>My quest is old
>>>Though my path uncertain
>>>>My destiny foretold
>>>>>>>>There is a door
>>>>>>>>>to infinity
>>>>>>>>>>Only a wizard can see
>>>>>>>>>>>And its only unlocked
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>by the realm
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>of the 7th
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>key


Bronco Cleaver of the Baobabs

# Equip

To have strength
---

Must know weakness
---

Weakness is timidity
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Timidity
---

It seeks this
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An importance to relent for
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Relenting
---

It defeats this
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Strength to be sent for
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Lavanya Render of Turtles

**Lavanya**, the provider of the lost ***turtles***.

Who overcame thousands obstacles and hurdles.

The **Rune Of Lime**, with the **Scarlet Of Swine**.

Turned out to be a connection so *beautifully devine*.


Conjurer Galatea of the Wild

# The Lore of Galatea and Boing the Psychic Rabbit

**Galatea** and **Boing the psychic rabbit** live in a magical world full of fairy magic. Together they live in a wild forest of blue, red, purple, white, black, yellow and pink trees.

> They live in the forest because rabbits live in forests. The trees were different colours because they were grown from different coloured seeds.

The psychic rabbit Boing ate the purple seaweed which Galatea picked from the bottom of the food pond. Next to the food pond was a swimming pool. A giant came and ate all the purple seaweed so there was no food left. Galatea used her magic to grow more purple seaweed and tried a spell to banish the giant.

> But the giant took the magic so there was no magic left in the forest. Galatea and Boing had to regrow the magic using the magic forest seeds.


Moka Rogue of Goblin Town

# The Lore of Moka

From a young age, Moka and his brother Gurgo have been really close. Although Goblin Town is very diverse, the 2 Kobolds often feel like outsiders. Wizards in town have a certain arrogance that motivates Moka to over-achieve in everything he does. He was not born with any magical powers or abilities, but his work ethic is unmatched.

Wizards are often surprised how intelligent he is, which bothers Moka. He always felt he had something to prove. He is the top marksman in town, regularly winning archery tournaments.

Non-magical folk look up to Moka. He is the poster child for the Ducks, a group of proud warriors who take  pride in accomplishing things without the help of magic. Moka often walks the streets with his brother and their pet ducks.


Spellsinger Arabella of Limbo

Spellsinger Arabella of Limbo

>>Appearing from the shadows..

No-one knows how long Arabella has roamed the realms. Adorned with the bright flowers of joy from a previous life, Arabella now resides in limbo unsure of her place in the world. She is guided by her faithful friend the field dog and calls to those who will listen with the eerie notes of the sirens harp. The fate of those who follow the musical call drifting through the darkness is unknown.


Geomancer Ariadne of the Citadel

# Intro

_From rock and timber..._
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Born to a family of geomancers, deep in the woods behind Dream Master Lake, Ariadne spent most of her youth chasing wildlife around the homestead.
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Her father Robert, a woodland shaman, kept her busy in the mines, while her mother Patricia, a huntress, taught Ariadne the ways of the woods.


Maddox Eradicator of the Coliseum

# The Eradicator: He's a Bow Man

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

Im not a simple merc

But I enjoy the simple things in life

Like how it feels to destroy your hopes with arrows

With a slick flick its in flight

I dont know what its like to be

Like everybody else

All of these peasants

Sitting around the square watching jousting

I cant relate to it

Cause polearms suck, estocs suck

Crossbows cool, tomb shields rule

But theyre not arms for me

Theyre not my cup of tea because

Im a bow man

Well Im a bow man

And if you didnt know it, I guess you know now

Im not a simple merc

But I enjoy the simple things in life

Like how it feels to harken back to last nights clash

And try to be the best that I can be

I dont know what its like to be

Like everybody else

All of these peasants

Sitting around the square watching jousting

I cant relate to it

Cause polearms suck, estocs suck

Battle axes suck, morning stars suck

Polearms suck, estocs suck

Bec de Corbin sucks, war hammers suck

Polearms suck, estocs suck

Polearms suck, estocs suck

Theyre not arms for me

Theyre not my cup of tea because

Im a bow man

Well Im a bow man

And if you didnt know it, you werent paying attention

You keep living your sad, sword-based life

No fight will ever feel right

Ive got my purpose in life

Its long range fire fights

So Im here to let you know

Im a bow man

Well Im a bow man

Im a bow man

Im a bow man

Im a bow man


Geomancer Moloch of the Brambles

Moloch of the Bramble is the last from his tribe, the rest having been hunted and slaughtered for their delicious meat. He has been since been wandering, campaigning against Canaanite hunting by showing the populace how his daily production of milk is much more delicious, and more importantly, sustainable.

True to his words, he then decided to found the Milk Guild.

## **What is the Milk Guild?**

The Milk Guild is built on the ethical principle of saving the Canaanites from extinction, but also on the economical incentive of toppling the 'Big Potion' industry, with the much more natural and sustainable magic milk. It is time to expose the corrupted roots of the 'Big Potion' industry and what its capitalistic nature has brought on the populace.

We, The People, say it's enough.

Not exclusive to Canaanites, we welcome anyone who wants to embark on this journey to destroy the resulting plutocracy that has scourged us. No more will we be forced to pay life-saving potions at 10x their worth in gold, or become potion guinea pigs as a last resort to poverty. Some even say that the Canaanite meat lobby has been founded by 'Big Potion' as a way to eradicate their competition.

Join us.

## **The Great Hunt and how the Milk Guild came to be**.

Typical Canaanite village, Grasslands - Before The Great Hunt.

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Typical Canaanite village, Dry lands - Before The Great Hunt.


Typical Canaanite village, Great Plains - Before The Great Hunt.

Anti-Canaanite propaganda was painted and distributed by Big Potion in order to rally the population against falsely represented pagan practices.

Canaanite Idols being eradicated during the Great Hunt.

Last known Canaanite Idol being exterminated during the Great Hunt.

Slain Canaanites, hung in the streets of the Citadel to repel any hopes of a rebellion.

Canaanite Idols trophies, proudly displayed in the Big Potion HQ before such display were banned.

Canaanite village being destroyed by Big Potion militia.

Big Potion executive overlooking the destruction of a city that was helping Canaanite hide.

Big Potion propaganda falsely representing Canaanite Milk being used for dark rituals.

Big Potion propaganda perpetrating the conspiracy that drinking Canaanite Milk would eventually transform you.

Big Potion trying to replicate the effects of Canaanite milk.

Potions were often sold on the same shelves as Canaanite skulls.

Potions and Canaanite skulls, a marketing ploy to try and associate potion effects with Canaanite magical power.

Canaanite skull trophies were at a point so numerous, that they were selling for less than a loaf of bread.

Canaanite found in a study tank during a Big Potion HQ raid.

Big Potion executive admiring his trophies.

Canaanites becoming lone nomads, some had to bond with familiars as they have an innate desire for companionship.

Chased from his village, a canaanite traveling with friendly merchants.

Canaanite hiding with homeless urchins within the sewers of the Citadel.


Canaanite hiding with homeless urchins within the sewers of the Citadel.

Traveler discovering the magical benefits of Canaanite milk.

Troup of Canaanites pitching the benefits of their milk in a local tavern.

Canaanites negociating for the right of forming a sub-guild of the Merchants Guild, which would grant them Realm protection by law.

Canaanite presenting the Merchants Guild protection treaty to Big Potion executives.

Canaanite's baby orphanage celebrating their long-due era of peace. A Lot of Canaanites were made orphans after the Great Hunt.

First official meeting of the Milk Guild.

First secondary chapter of the Milk Guild meeting together.

First Canaanite Milk distillery in action.

First legal Canaanite Milk shop.

Second Canaanite Milk derivative factory built.

One of the many Canaanite Milk shops in many cities across the Forgotten Realms.

First industrialized Canaanite Milk factory opened in The Citadel.

Canaanite Milk main storage depot.

Paid bards singing about the magic benefits of Canaanite Milk.

Geomancer Moloch, Milk Guild chairman, being portrayed for the first time on the cover of Citadel Business magazine.

First official Canaanite gold millionaire, thanks to a genetic anomaly making his Milk twice as nutritious.

Owner of Curd Inc., also known as the 'Cheese Baron'.


Archmagus Pumlo of Xanadu

# The Lore of Archmagus Pumlo of Xanadu and Pumblo the Cat

> 'A Rainbow pony can fly but a unicorn cannot.'

Pumlo and Pumblo the cat go in a space rocket to find the rainbow pony in space. When Pumlo and Pumblo find the rainbow pony they ride it back to earth. A Rainbow pony can fly but a unicorn cannot.

When they get back to earth they eat Mummy and Daddy, and then goto the castle to play games.


Shaman Cromwell of the Bibliotheca

# The Shaman cometh

wanderer of the nothing

 who kept you talking of the mountain whilst he stole the sky from your brow

to write his story never-ending


Archmagus Willow of El Dorado

"Mischief should have been Willows middle name.  You can hear her plot her next trick with her snake, Giuseppe, and you know it will involve explosives.  Artificers especially love the vibe of this max bomb affinity wizard."


Harvey Protector of the Baobabs

Harvey had been following Achmed Hacker of The Villa. It was known to him that Achmed was ill-prepared for the desert journey. Achmed, in a drunken stupor, had revealed his Heart of the Desert at a tavern in The Villa days earlier. An effort of vindication was given to Achmed then: for Harvey had signaled a certain gesticulation denoting mutual alliance to the brotherhood. Achmed failed to understand, or respond accordingly to, the gesture wholly. And so it was decided. Woe to him who believes nothing! A Faith is a necessity to man. Human justice must be ever uncertain. How many judicial murders have been committed through ignorance of the phenomena of insanity! Harvey understood this well. He witnessed Achmed's last living rumination under a lone baobab. A timeless soliloquy of human expression heard unknowingly by the onlooker. Quietly Harvey skulked along the shadows and drew his spear lightly. Through the air the bush spear pierced Achmed. His guard was down and now his heart bled into the hot dune below. Harvey quickly grabbed what he sought and continued his journey deeper into the desert. The dune engulfed Achmed's body quickly, though it was not lifeless yet...
>>The spirit glimmering in the bottle shined brighter. Harvey took this as a sign. He would not fall victim to complacent thought here. He was finally ready to join The Barren Court and swear the oath. The Mercantile Sacrament called to him.


Sage Asmodeus of the Plains

Ive lived off of the land for as long as I can remember.  My familiar Orion and I only hunt when we need sustenance, as the circle of life intended it to be.  We have a fire to keep us warm, water from the almighty Neptune, and in the most desperate of times, timely magic.  I'm on a quest to find a mentor to harness and sharpen our magical abilities.


Enchanter Devon of the Platonic Shadow

Turned my boyfriend into a bat today.  Welp, back to the drawing board I guess?  Maybe trying to craft a potion to give a person the ability to use echolocation is a bust


Rachel Champion of Worlds

# Rachel Champion of Worlds

_Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night_

Theres no lie in the sentence that greatness comes with a single opportunity. The thing is most of us will never have that, but even if that opportunity comes, theres a big chance that you have to lose yourself to that decision. That might sound too dramatic, but let me tell you my story, there's many ways to remind us that our opportunities always have a catch. Anyway it's hard to believe that if you are in the bottom there's anything for us that wont come with a prize.

I'm from one of the colonies in the forgotten side of the system. A slavery port filled with the outcast of the empire, have never been or seen as citizen, always been nothing to all of them. Raised between the snakes, the hunger and the thirst. Are any of you able to judge me?

The history of me that you might be interested in started in a tournament, The Empire Circus, it was a series of gladiator fights that ended in the surrending or dead of your adversary, every slave port in the Empire was able to participate with their best warriors, it was the only path that could give you the citenship, wealth and recognition in the whole empire.


Ive always been a warrior, my sword is lethal as time itself, that's the reason I came to the Empire Circus with hopes of greatness and prosperity to me and even my people. Such a naive girl I was at that time. As the games started the thirst of blood raised in me, there was nothing to lose, my inner warrior was the only thing that had control. Ive become ruthless every fight was as meaningless for me as the other one. I was raised for war, the sting of my blade was made to blind the life of my enemies. My frenessi wasn't stopped until I met my final enemy, he was my master, a brutal but incredibly wise warrior, too old to be a threat for me, but good enough to defeat every single other contesterer.

I knew every secret of his. Rapidly, his blood was dripping from my sword, he taught me every single move of his repertoire. I felt shame for the old man and guilt in my guts, but losing was not an option. I made him lose his sword but he didnt give up. I begged him to surrender, but he kept fighting, the anger and the hate filled me, so I crossed his heart with my sword Im Rachel Champion of worlds, pity in that pathetic title, pity in anyone who wants to deal with my sword and my strength, there's nothing left, theres nothing to win neither, but I won't lose, thats my nature, I will survive no matter what.


Sage Solomon of the Light

# Lore of Sage Solomon of the Light

There is a light that shines and never goes
out, though the leaves all bleed and break across
the seams. The song that everybody knows
and whistles all the time, inscribed, embossed
between our hearts and spirits. Theres a light
that makes you crazy, like. Sets you on fire
in seconds. Every thing you do in might
is virtuous. The paths that trick you higher
and laugh at circumstance. Your arm is power
incarnate. Every great destroying thrust
means something in this short and trembling hour,
so make it count. Push past that which we must,
draw clear the path through every darkest night
and hold the gate, and set the compass right.


Diabolist Hobbs of the Valley

# Chapter 1: Introduction to Gimpy

What inspires an imps everlasting smile? Have they figured out the secret to eternal happiness? Or, is it that theyre always up to some mischief? Perhaps theyre just fucking weirdos.

Well, for Diabolist Hobbs of the Valley, its all of the above! That unwavering impy grin comes from knowing his purpose as an imp and having the courage to live how he pleases, while the rest of the Runiverse distracts themselves with silly delusions of power.

Diabolist Hobbs  who now exclusively answers to his pet name, Gimpy  does not recognize your traditional political factions. He does not abide by any of the self-limiting rules that reinforce a sense of predictable comfort in most wizards. Gimpy sees your hat color cliques and cackles wildly, because he knows that one wizard can wear many hats (or in his case, many gimp masks).

Gimpy knows that *real* magic is accessible only to those who are willing to fuck the system and live authentically, regardless of what color they are or choose to wear. Everything else is an illusion. And Gimpy does not settle for illusions. He believes that all wizards and witches, all warriors and souls, all ponies and beasts and even their spawn deserve the freedom to live whatever lifestyle they choose. As long as no one is getting hurt at least, not without their full and informed consent.


Yes, thats right. Gimpy is a kinky little masochist. Most imps are, in fact. And its no secret that they are all constantly shaking their asses because thats where they like to take it. So, when Gimpys eyes first graced upon Enchanter Mina of the Marsh and Arcanist Atlanta of the Palms from across the Valley, he immediately fell to his knees in reverence, knowing the time had come to wholly embody his purpose in the Runiverse. The stars aligned, and Gimpy finally understood why he never had a familiar  because it is he who was born to be a pet.

The three of them have been inseparable ever since that day, when he begged Mistress Atlanta to take her scythe to that unnecessary protrusion between his legs which Mina then preserved in a small, shatterproof vial of Gimpy's fresh virgin blood. He carries this vial with him daily, as a symbol of his commitment to submission. And he proudly shakes his ass to show off exactly where he likes to be rewarded for being such a good imp  a euphoric pleasure that vanilla wizards are too closed-minded to even try.

Of course, Gimpy is acutely aware of what others think when theyre out at the tavern and hes on all fours, serving as a footstool for his queens. He knows they are perceived as a trinity of freaks: one scantily-dressed slut with an out-of-control water spell, one scary bitch they fear will slice off their unruly dicks, and one pathetic green pervert who somehow never stops smirking no matter how much they point and laugh. Simpy Gimpy, they call him. As if thats even an insult.


Turns out, the jokes on them! Public humiliation happens to be a major turn-on for Gimpy. You see, only someone who deeply knows and accepts their true self could find genuine pleasure in such incessant ridicule. Only a wizard with the most solid internal strength could openly celebrate that which society has defined as weakness.

This is why Gimpys smile never fades amidst endless judgment and stigma from other self-righteous wizards, who are surely projecting their own insecurities and boredom, treating him as nothing more than a weakling with a tiny, almost kobold-like brain. Gimpy may appear to be a dumb little bitch, and indeed plays the part naturally. Yet he has access to a level of magic that most will never reach  the magic of authenticity. And no other wizards superficial spells or dick-swinging macho warriors could *ever* take that power away from him.

Gimpy knows it is better to live freely as an outcast than to betray his truth just to fit into someone elses color-coded box. He is not afraid to fully immerse himself in his purpose  and that purpose is to serve Mina and Atlanta in their quests throughout the Runiverse.

Gimpy is along for the pony ride, wherever it may take them. He only hopes that embracing his most authentic magic can inspire other wizards to do the same.

## * Chapter 2: Introduction to A  *


Magus Zafar of the Keep

I go by many names;  "Life-giver" amongst my favorite.  See this here mushroom?  Many dont know it, yet, but it has a life force in it.  Ive learned to communicate with all consciousness, through deep magical meditation sessions.  In all my years of study and practice, Ive found one universal truth: we are all connected.  Even my little slime buddy?  He.. well, I dont actually know what he is, I cant tell if hes actually conscious or not..  I assumed he started following me around as a practical wizard joke from an old Moorish wizard pal, but now he seems to respond to my thoughts, and I almost feel him smiling at me..  maybe I'll try to feed him a mushroom.


Archmagus Lux of the Hollow

# Archmagus Lux's Guide to brown hat fashion


Reid Granulator of Magic

# Granulator Reid.

Granulator Reid. The notoriously known for his ability to granulate magic. Reid is not the nicest guy, especially to the wizards whose magic he granulates. Reid owns a shop in town. Sells granted wizards meat to local wizards or warriors who want some !magic or needs an enhancer. Reid granulates 1 wizard to 69-200 smaller wizard pieces depending on !magic per kilogram. Minced wizard meat "!magic meat" is a signature package of this store. Customers pay good buck for !magic meat. Its a sold out at a dawn of each moon. When outside of work Granulator spends with his wizard friends, drinking Kobolt drinks or stealing mushrooms from some unlucky locals.

**Special Reid's Store Offers**

!magic meat = 0.1*RWFP

!magic bones for familiars = 0.05*RWFP

> @wizard4753
> *"I needed to teleport in the Quantum Shadow, so I needed !magic enhancer. Reid serves !magic wizard meat fresh" so I'm loyal to his store and always come over when I need a boost."*

# !magic wizard meat
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_yV5T-k6kQ


Summoner Gogol of Elysium

Gogol was always the trouble-maker, but still always "one of the good guys. Here to make the passage to Elysium easier, Gogol and the other summoners found and guided those who were worthy on the path to Elysium. This summoner, however, liked to find ways to make the job a wee more interesting...


Arcanist Aubergine of the Wood

# Roots

Aubergine was a humble farmer. Sprouted from the same lands he now tended, Aubergine had dedicated his life to growing the vegetable community and feeding peoples all across the land.

The peoples of the coast hadn't always respected the vegetable folk. They saw the vegetables as dullards only useful on their dinner plates. However, the coastal people lost touch with the land in their castles and keeps, and the growth of the quantum shadow had made growing crops ever more difficult.

The vegetable folk had never lost touch with the land, and as the times of plenty gave way to growing darkness, their skills with the land became increasingly valuable. Aubergine was one of the finest farmers of his generation and had particular skill in trading. Vegetables were excluded from the great schools, but Aubergine dug into the Citadel's tokens and protocols with the same vigor as he tilled the land. He realized that the vegetables needed to organize their distribution to capture the crops' growing value, and plot by plot, he convinced the vegetables to join a collective.

Aubergine's work helped funnel life changing wealth to the previously poor vegetables, and the vegetable community was initially ecstatic. Aubergine grew as a political force within the vegetables and was even gifted one of the world's finest pieces of clothing  a blue vest  by the community. However, it didn't last as the vegetables grew increasingly infatuated with their newfound wealth.


Vegetables initially happy to have a roof over their heads and schools for their sprouts began desiring the latest machines from the Citadel and the finest threads from the Riviera. The collective began fracturing over the split of tokens, who was to blame for a bad listing, and why the yield wasn't higher on the vaults. The shadow's growth hadn't ceased either, and the gentle crops that drove the highest returns began to fail. Aubergine, once a pillar of the community, was falsely accused of several improprieties. While he was eventually acquitted, he felt the damage to his reputation was done, and he grew scornful of the fighting and accusations. Aubergine withdrew back to the wood.

But the wood was not immune to the growing turmoil of the world, and even Aubergine was having trouble growing his gentle crops. Beasts who rarely risked confrontation with the upright walkers increasingly intruded on his farm, and Aubergine heard stories of strange folk entering the wood. At night, he heard the cries of creatures who feared nothing. He several times swore to have seen glowing eyes peering at him through the trees.

One day, as Aubergine wandered the wood, he encountered a strange skull upon the soil. He had seen the canaanite and wolfkin people several times in his travels, but the horns on the skull reminded him of neither. He leaned down to inspect the skull further when his mouse, Ail, let out a violent shriek that sent a shiver up Aubergine's vine. The look on Ail's face made clear this was no ordinary skull, so Aubergine quickly distanced himself and hurried back to his farm.


Several weeks passed, but Aubergine could not shake the feeling of the skull. It appeared in his thoughts and his dreams; its form appeared in the soil and rain; its horns appeared in the shadows. Aubergine looked for a similar skull in his books but found none. He asked vegetables in town if they'd heard of such a skull but was met with puzzled stares and laughter. Aubergine's mind had started to rot after too much time in the wood, they said. But none of this could shake the skull from his mind.

As Aubergine sat at home one day, his mind consumed as usual by the skull, he resolved to go back and find it. He was quickly packing up his gear to leave when he saw Ail staring sadly at him. The mouse had been acting strange ever since they saw the skull, and his dear friend seemed to sense when Aubergine was lost in its thrall. Aubergine's mind was set though, so he gave his friend a pet and set off alone knowing Ail could not bear to go with him.

Aubergine's walk to the skull took hours but passed in seconds like a hazy dream. He passed through dense wood and wet marsh but never stopped for directions once as if drawn to its source. As he finally neared the skull, Aubergine felt unnerved as the setting suns cast an eery shadow over the wood, and he noticed not a single blade of grass was disturbed despite weeks of storms. It made no difference, and Aubergine walked directly to the skull. After locking eyes with its icy gaze, he bent over to inspect it further.


The moment he touched the skull, Aubergine heard a dark voice whisper in a tongue he had never heard but immediately understood. He tried to pull his hand back as he felt the skull pulling his energy, but it had already seized control of his body. He felt sheer terror as if he was being pulled down to hell itself. But as the single voice in his mind turned to many and whispers turned to a deafening scream, Aubergine could only hear, think, and feel one thing:

> We have been waiting


Shaman Beyna in the Shadows

# The Tale of Beyna and Eizo

***(Read part 1 in Shaman Eizo of the Tower's lore)***

## Part 2

Look Papa, look! Beyna said. Ive been practicing the shadow animals you showed me. I practiced a lot!

Beynas father glanced at Beyna from where he was sitting, working on the estates accounts. Sure, just a moment, dear. After a few more moments, he closed the account book and went to where his 6-year old daughter sat on the floor, hands held in front of a lantern.

See, here is the wolf! Beynas fingers contorted, and a rough approximation of a wolfs head appeared as a shadow on the wall.

Very good Beyna, you learned that so quickly!

Wait Papa, thats not all, Beyna said seriously. Look at him howl at the moon.

The shadow wolf suddenly began to move on its own accord. The lords eyes widened and his face blanched as it raised its head upward and contorted, mimicking the motions of its flesh-and-blood counterpart.

Isnt it neat? Beyna said happily. Her expression faltered as she noticed how her trick had affected her father.

*Witch*, whispered the lord. He immediately got up and went to the door. Stay here, he commanded, all warmth gone from his voice. The door shut with a thud, marking the last time Beyna would see either of her parents.

---

Edwin opened his front door in response to repeated, insistent knocking, hours before dawn. He blearily looked at what appeared to be a lords servant, a young girl with a tear-streaked face sniffling beside him.

Are you Edwin the Warlock? the servant asked.

I dont use that title, said Edwin. He sighed. Yes, I am he.


I dont use that title, said Edwin. He sighed. Yes, I am he.

You are to take in the lords daughter and instruct her in the magical arts, the servant said. See that she doesnt become a threat to herself or the wider community. And if anyone asks, shes an orphan you happened upon, and nothing more.

And nothing more, hmm? Edwins eyes hardened. And how am I supposed to feed another mouth? Times are hard as it is.

The servant tossed Edwin a small sack that clinked when he caught it. Theyre all gold; that is for your silence on this matter, and should cover her expenses for years to come. And dont forget my lords tolerance of your presence on his lands. The servant promptly returned to his horse and rode off, leaving the young girl behind.

---

Beyna woke up with a start. She was sitting on a chair, bound with ropes, in the center of the living room in Edgars cottage. Her eyes widened as she saw the lines of salt forming occult patterns on the floor. As her eyes darted from side to side, she spotted Edger in the corner of the room, holding a magical tome.

E-Edgar? Sir? Whats going on? she asked. In the seven years she had lived with him, hed never done anything like this before. Although, he had gotten increasingly taciturn over the past few months.

It is the 13th day after your 13th birthday, Edgar said. A special time, to be certain. And one that will serve me well. He started chanting words in another language, phrases he had not taught her.


The lines of salt began to glow with arcane energy. Gradually, a dark energy field converged around Beyna and engulfed her. Although it didnt seem to have any physical effect, Beyna felt sick  she felt a *wrongness* to it, as if it were sapping her lifes essence.

Edgar chuckled humorlessly, a greedy cast to his normally impassive features. A maiden in the bloom of her youth, he said, is the perfect vessel for a life transfusion. A stream of energy began to flow from Beyna towards Edgar.

Beyna felt panicked as the wrongness she felt increased. She was certain she wasnt meant to survive this ritual. No, no, no, no no no no no NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! she screamed. Suddenly, a glimmering force field expanded around her, pushing back the vampiric energy. The opposing energies struggled against each other for a few moments, and then Beynas force field rushed outward, dissipating the dark energy, scattering the salt, and slamming Edgar against the wall.

Beyna took deep, gulping breaths as the force field faded away. She felt as if she had just run for miles.

Edgar looked shocked, and paler than usual. *Demon*, he whispered under his breath. W- Well, it seems youve passed the test, he said more loudly.

What? Beyna said, hugging herself. The ropes binding her had been ripped to shreds by whatever it was she had done.

Yes, it was a test of course, Edgar said, grimacing as he struggled back to his feet. I felt I might be reaching the limits of what I could teach you, so a trial was in order. And Im happy to say that youve passed with flying colors! He gave a weak smile that didnt reach his eyes.


Ill send you to Camelot to study with Merlin, he can teach you more. Edgar fixed his cold gaze on Beyna. And in case you thought this was anything other than a test, I would keep that to yourself. No good will come out of you making wild accusations. And no one would believe you anyway.

------------

I promise to always be there for you, to protect you, and help you, and love you, no matter what happens. Eizo stepped forward, took Beynas hands, and looked into her eyes.

The truth was, Beyna had always adored Eizo. He made her feel confident and alive. He comforted her in her darker moments, even when she couldnt reveal the origins of her feelings.

But she was afraid of ruining what she already had. Before this moment, she never knew that Eizo saw her as anything more than a friend  and he had a lot of friends, unlike her. And could it be too good to be true? Could she really trust Eizos words? Or would it all go wrong somehow, like it always seemed to for her? Would he hurt her or abandon her when she needed him most?

All these thoughts rushed through her head in the space of seconds, and she didnt have time to consider them fully. I- Its a lot to process, she heard herself saying, as if from a long distance away. She needed more time, this was too important. But if she hesitated too long, Eizo would assume she didnt feel as he did. *I have to do something!* Beyna thought frantically. I need more time to think!


Wordlessly, she instructed Spots, her giant ladybug familiar, to fly to the nearest interesting thing. Ever since she had found him on a forest hike a couple years ago, they had shared a non-verbal, telepathic link. She had done it somehow, although she didnt know exactly how she accomplished half the things she did.

Spots, obedient as ever (except when food was involved) immediately flew off, and she broke the moment with Eizo, running off after her familiar.

The portal was unexpected, but useful. Only a couple minutes had passed, not nearly enough time for Beyna to sort through her conflicting and deep-seated feelings.

Id step back though, we dont know what this thing does, or whether its dangerous, Eizo was saying.

Ill be the judge of that, Beyna said, while thinking, *I still need more time - Im sorry Eizo*. Her command of shadows had always been strong.

---

***3 years later***

*Ive been reminiscing too much lately,* Beyna thought as she approached her targets. She needed to stay alert - capturing three wizards was no light matter.

She hadnt given herself a lot of time to think about the past since she had teleported to the Runiverse. Shed ended up in a rainforest, by a beautiful waterfall. But Eizo had not appeared, as she thought he might. And moments later, shed been chased south by a horde of bugbears.

Shed spotted the Dark Sentinel tower, which among other things, housed an association of shadow mages. Theyd taken her in and helped her develop her shadow magic skills, without trying to sacrifice or otherwise take advantage of her as Edgar had. The least she could do in return was go on her current mission.


We need to learn more about the Secret Tower, the Council Elder had told her the day before. We dont even know where it is, much less what its inhabitants are doing. And we dont like not knowing. We have received information about a trio of Secret Tower wizards who are traveling just north of here. We need you to capture them and bring them back here, alive, for interrogation. Do this, and youll become a full member of the Alliance.

Now, the moon reflected off her robes, midnight black with red trim, as she neared the spot where the intel had said the Secret Tower wizards would be. She patted Spots, who was perched on her shoulder. *Scout the area, and find the wizards,* she thought to Spots. Dutiful as ever, Spots flew up and over the hill ahead of her.

Beyna closed her eyes and concentrated. In moments, she could see out of Spots eyes as he flew. Soon, she saw her targets by a campfire in a hollow surrounded by trees. Two wizards were already sleeping  a young dark-haired woman and someone covered in a hooded dark cloak. The third wizard, a bearded, middle-aged fellow, was keeping watch. *Ill need to get him under control first,* Beyna thought.


Using Spots remote vision to ensure her targets werent alerted to her presence, she crept to an optimal location for her ambush, taking care not to let her crimson hat brush against branches and give away her position. Hefting her staff onto her shoulder, she aimed the end toward the bearded wizard on watch. Making an incantation under her breath, she caused a dark mass of energy to infuse the ruby that crowned her staff. She breathed in, then out slowly. At the end of her breath, she shot an orb of dark energy toward her target. The orb smacked the bearded wizard on the head, and he grunted before falling to the ground, out cold. *Control is one of the invaluable things they taught me at the Dark Sentinel,* she thought wryly. A dead wizard would tell no tales.

Unfortunately, tonights work would not be as easy as shed hoped. The watchmans grunt had been enough to wake one of the other wizards, the woman. She saw her comrade on the ground and immediately leapt to her feet. Whos there? she called out. Then she briefly closed her eyes.

Beyna cursed, sensing that her cover was blown. She rushed out of her hiding spot up a tree - closing the distance with her targets was the key now.

I dont know who you are, but youve made a huge mistake! the woman shouted. She made a quick incantation; in moments, a few of the boulders around her levitated in the air.

A *geomancer!* thought Beyna as the boulders started flying towards her. Her robes were not designed for agility, so dodging was out of the question. But as the stones hurtled toward Beyna, her form seemed to shift and meld into the shadows created by the campfire. The boulders flew past and smashed into the surrounding trees.


Beyna materialized on the other side of the campfire. Before the geomancer could react, Beyna waved her staff, and a long, whiplike mass of dark energy emerged from its ruby. Beyna immediately swung her improvised lash, coiling the energy around her target like a snake.

Eizo, wake up! the woman shouted before a coil of energy covered her mouth.

-------

Time seemed to slow down for Beyna after she heard that name. *Eizo?!?* she thought as she tied off the coil of dark energy. No, it must be someone else who shares that name. She quickly turned to the third wizard, looking to incapacitate him before he could react to the warning hed been given.

However, the spot was empty save for an empty dark cloak. Suddenly, Spots thought came, sharp as a razor, *Behind you!*

Beyna whipped around, staff held in front of her. A gloved hand stopped her staff in its tracks as its owner closed the distance between them.

His other hand held a cerulean blue shepherds crook, which matched his shirt, hair, and eyes. He put this arm around Beyna, drawing her closer in a one-armed embrace until their faces were inches apart. Beynaits you, he said softly. Somehow, he didnt sound surprised.

*art by **SkGoliath***

Eizohow? Beyna said. Tears came to her eyes, unbidden. I thought Id never see you again.

Eizo looked a little hurt. Could you really doubt that I followed you through that portal? he said.

Part of me knew you did, Beyna replied. I just thought Id never find you.


Part of me knew you did, Beyna replied. I just thought Id never find you.

Ive been looking for you all this time, Eizo said. I never gave up hope. And I havent changed my mind about you. Im not sure what business youre mixed up in, attacking my friends like this, but I can see you didnt really harm them. We can figure this out and make it work, togetherif thats what you want. For the first time, Eizos voice sounded uncertain.

Beynas heart fluttered at these words as she looked deep into his eyes. Eizo was taller and had filled out physically in the years since they had last seen each other, but his feelings were unchanged. She was determined to let him know how she felt this time.

Its what Ive always wanted, ever since I first met you, Beyna said, her voice breaking. I love you. And I need you in my life, always.

She put her free arm around him to complete their embrace, and raised her lips up to his. This moment in time would be precious, always. For that first moment of passion, but also for the solace of finally finding the home shed always wanted.


Celah of the Desert

# The *Dessert* Keeper

I know what youre thinking, this guy must love the sun. Not so fast. It turns despite his title being Celah of the Desert, he hates the desert and the heat in general, mostly preferring the cold, freezing climate of his families native homeland. In reality, the only reason he bears this title is due to a miscommunication. In fact, when choosing his title to pursue, Celah mistakenly thought it said Celah of the Dessert as in cake and ice cream; as opposed to having a heat stroke and seeing mirages. It was only after Celah was left alone in the desert for six months to explore his heritage, that the truth dawned on him. Not only would he not be getting any dessert for a long time, he will be cleaning the sand out of ALL his crevices for eternity.

But with the extreme heat, comes a positive. As the ruler of this land, Celah is in charge of all travelers who pass by or attempt to develop on this forsaken land. Which means if anyone tries to open a shop in the middle of the desert, Celah of the Desert will make sure its a Baskin Robbins.


Henry Dueler of the Wood

# Lore of Henry, Dueler of the Wood

Henry, the honourable, the one with integrity, the one who upholds the good values and virtues of the Runiverse. He was born of modest means in the East on the water. His education of the highest order of university of the people. That university of the South, the university with the best basketball team. He stands 6'8" and is was a scholarship player in basketball and earned All-Runiverse hounours each of his eligible semesters. He dated Calista of the Citadel while at the University. You know, the good Calista, the one who owns the Acme Rocket Company in the Citadel. They parted ways soon after the University in order to pursue their own passions.

Henry found that the mundane life of sports entertainment was not for him. He met a famous wizard in the realm named Druid Merlin of Dreams who encouraged the young man to use his talents of dexterity, agility and strength to become a great warrior and fight the Northern Soul incursion. Merlin introduced Henry to Hadrien, the great Sorcerer of the Blue Wizards to help craft him armor of Air. This armor was so light that it was a cotton shirt in weight but with a steel skin. It was later discovered that the armor was not crafted at all but bought on the secondary market from Two Crows Bazzar using the skulls of defeated goblins as payment. Two Crows had a debt to pay to a Lich King that really like shiny Goblin skulls that reminded the king of his mother.


Henry's lore has been told about the realm. Most recently, he successfully defended the great council's merchandise from raiding Koboalds at the great conference in the Citadel. The merch was new, and few in number. His great sword swatted the hands of the greedy Kobalds with such furry some say "Hands were flying everywhere".  The great council acknowledged this deed and permitted this entry into the Book of Lore.

Henry continues to travel the realm and offer help to anyone who may need it. His old love interest, Calista, is said to be interested in him, but she says he is still messy and doesn't know when he will clean up his act. Perhaps they will meet again and rekindle that flame.

Henry is good friends with @wizard113 and @wizard7238. He has been know to ride @pony100 in hot situations. Love interest is @wizard3344


Wraith Captain Soya of the Worms

# Passed through the sacred flame on Hallows Eve
Wraith Captain Soya currently spends most of his time looking for his lost horse.


Sky Master Magpie of the Capital

Cursed by a wretched swamp witch to become a Corvid after trespassing near her burrow, Magpie recounts his transfigurement as blessing, surprisingly. You see, Magpie was a court jester, never seen as any more than fodder for entertainment by his previous masters. The day he became a crow was the day the legend of the Sky Master was born. Free from his old life, Magpie took to learning the magical extremes of this world, and found himself attracted to education and academia, where Magpie has taught many wizards how to defy gravity's control!


Channel 1 Poltergeist Jeldor of the Bottomless Grave

what the spook?


Popo the Enchanting

Popo followed what once was Jeldor out of the flame, I wouldn't trust a neigh this golden tongued horse says.


Hedge Wizard Gorg of the Sun

# Hedge Wizard Gorg of the Sun

## Memento Calor

Litter. Pack. Safety in numbers. These concepts fleet through the mind not as constructs for the intellect to decipher, but as images, scents, tastes - as Warmth. The kind of warmth he could remember enjoying as he would rest lazily - shaggy head comfortably shaded beneath the canopy of their favorite tree, his torso sprawled out in the sun.

The heat of tempers, passions and strong wills, testing the bounds of his mates - exploring their limits - physical and psychological. But as the steel blade is violently thrust into the forge, reaching fever pitch only to be rudely quenched in frigid water, so too is the pack forged stronger by the clashing and reconciliation of wilful young minds.

## Memento Lux

What then of Light? The bringer of life it is said, and that which chases away the darkness without and within. As Gorg remembers the Light, he smiles his once famous smile - canines on excellent display, half threatening but mostly mirthful. Though a lifetime ago now, that fateful day tinged with both elation and fear occupies his mind.

A piercing scream had set him running, down the gorge he loped panting all the way - to be greeted by colors so vivid and beautiful, crimson blood against dark matted fur. For such had been the ways of invincible youth, of boundless courage and energy. Standing there trying to stem the flow of blood, failing to still his fluttering heart and desperate to save his litter mate's fleeting life, he had been irrevocably changed.


For in that moment, paws and arms soaked in vermillion hues as Gorg had applied anguished pressure, the clouds parted and the Sun had struck his hide. Like tinder to kindling, guided by passion and potential alike, the Arcane in him had flared to life. Around him the very earth had resonated and spoken, and Gorg had answered; as this new magic raced through his veins, so too it permeated the plant life around him - as they responded to his need. Before his eyes the grass grew soft beneath his mate, the vines stretched and curled around the injured form creating a protective cocoon.

And thus, light - feeding him as it did his new verdant family - had saved a life.

## Memento Dolor

Once awakened, his particular skills in the arcane had set him on a path of learning, yearning and - in fleeting moments - understanding. Now an invaluable member of the pack, Gorg had quickly grown into the role of protector and healer - and enjoyed many seasons exploring his magical abilities. However, relieving others of their pain had in no way prepared him for his own.

It began with a few falling ill, and his normal cures seemed to do the trick well enough. Though, as more and more of his kin fell ill with racking coughs and fever, those seemingly on the mend would take a sudden turn for the worse. Then the deaths started, and realization struck like a viper on unsuspecting prey; a plague was upon them.


His own quarantine and frantic studies reached a fever pitch of their own, his whole pack dwindling around him, until one day the culprit he found. _Rats_. The vermin had brought the sickness, and they too were dying. In a final desperate attempt, he had thrown caution to the wind and broken his isolation and brought the sole remaining rat out into the scorching sun and for the first time opened himself up completely, surrendering to the magic. Light and searing heat, as though fire surged though his veins, became a tempest channeled into the unconscious rat until he could take the pain no more and collapsed.

Coming to, under a full moon in the quiet of night, he had found a much improved rat deep in slumber, fever free and breathing freely. Elated, he rushed back into town fully prepared to martyr himself to the torrentous tempest of sun magic - only to find utter silence. His pack, his family, were all dead.

A rage overcame him then, and had he not been so fully exhausted, had the sun - source of his powers - not already set, then his fury would surely have extinguished the small sole survivor there and then. As fate would have it, the bearer of sickness was lucky twice that same night, and well enough; for the insensate rodent was surely not to blame.

## Memento Mori

Rising from his supine pose, Gorg shook off the memories of days long past. The sun no longer warmed him, nor his long dead pack and family, and even the pain had faded to a dull ache - leaving him merely with sadness and resignation in his heart.

"I believe it is time," Gorg quietly growled and his sole companion and familiar quickly scampered up his back to settle in his favorite spot on his shoulder, little tail draped around his neck.


"Squeak!" came the resigned reply, whiskers trembling as tiny beady eyes met his own.

Shifting his gaze, yellow glowing eyes again appraised the flame dancing lazily before them. Perhaps death though immolation, then, could rekindle the warmth he so sorely missed.


Illusionist Peppy

It's important to acknowledge the dark and unpredictable forces that abound in society. But for Peppy, using magic to create for and delight others brightens the world...


Necro Frog Nixie of the Shell

# Necro Frog Nixie of the Shell

_Chapter 1_

It was grey when Nixie came to. He was lying on his side and the dense fog made him feel like he was on a cloud with the mangled branches of swamp shrubbery punctuating the haze. He smelled the extinguished campfire and felt the wetness in the air of the swamp. His companion Ana was gone and so were the murderous Corvids. Strangely, he felt no pain despite the brutal tussle with the black birds.

Nixie looked in the reflection of the standing water not covered by a layer of fog and saw that his normally green face was now a skull with small, glowing emerald eyes. Nixie collapsed onto his knees and felt the cracked boniness of his new visage. Out of the swamp-water slithered his asp, which was now a semi-translucent white ghost. It wrapped itself around Nixie's neck like an immaterial garrote.

*Where is Ana?*, thought the disconsolate soul of this formerly viridescent Anuran. He had fallen in love with Ana at Alessar's Keep, promised to teach her his magic, and tried to defend her from the Corvids' assault of the night prior.

As Nixie let out a soprano scream, he knew he must exact revenge.


Sorcerer Isaac of the Oasis

Ribbit, ribbit. Ribbit, ribbit.

In the name of Hades, quiet down, toad! I should have left you in that damned marsh. Erm...apologies old friend. I'm on edge, in preparation for another attempt at harnessing Thor's power. At times I question whether sacrificing humanity to continue to rejuvenate Zaros is a worthy use of our arts. Why do the Forgotten Souls want my homeland restored anyway?

We're going to need to tempt another simpleton for use in the ritual. Hmm...luring another brown hat should prove to be quite easy with the promise of an Eleusinian Mysteries Initiation, and of course, some green mushrooms.

Ribbit...ribbit.

What!? You ate the last mushroom Froggy? Your addiction will be the death of us if we can't get a storm raging soon. Off to the harem; I need not fraternize with those unsavory types, but they do always have a stash of shrooms. We must be sure to not allow ourselves to become beguiled by another Charmer this time though.

Ribbit, ribbit?

I resent the insinuation Froggy, these trousers come from my days as an entertainer at the harem. Not by other means. They do still fit quite nicely on me though, don't they?

Croak.


Hedge Wizard Victoria of the Road

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Druid Cassius of the Light

# The Lore of Druid Cassius of the Light

A lofty desire to ease the suffering of the world has called Cassius 'Tongleth' to his work as Absorber of Misery. Able with the skill of highest empath to draw away the energetic sufferance of mortals and places.

Using ancient techniques of East and his rune of power Tongleth transmutes the vibrational utterances of low psychic States. Absorbing them through his body via his staff he can bestow the darkness into other things or beings.

He is bright like the peacock, able to swallow hellfire unscathed. The only sign to the layman of the dangerous path he walks can be known by his filthy boots or the scent of black sulfer which tends to hang about him. In his presence a familiar toad who absorbs it all by Tongleths skill and does not mind.

Yet this path is narrow as a razor and oft times Cassius Tongleth druid of light, has been forced into darkest places. Jittery and manic, to hibernate and from deepest stillness, leech the overwhelming ugliness back into the earth.

>'The fool who is swayed this way and thus by his cravings and fear, is truly worthy of pity.'


Meryl Debilitator of the Wild

# Ritual

Reds painted
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War-painted
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By campfire
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I prepare alone
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By the waterside
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I am shown
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A tiger in the rain
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Tracking you, laying prone
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A stalk
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Dead
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My husband, I know
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Hedgie Breaker of Nothing

# New Lore Entry for Hedgie Breaker of Nothing

> *by Artwork by Ash Mallard. Commissioned by Baron Von Fancy 2022*


Aeromancer Argus of the Hall

# The Lore of Aeromancer Argus of the Hall

### And Argus proclaimed
>'Untethered from the earth, loftier than man, I alone am the right to know!'

Diligent study inside the RuneScape of mercury perfected not only his ability to levitate but also his clairaudience.

His memory too grew epic with his learnings until the vaulted hall of himself grew vast and uncertain.Abilities much heightened, he has lost attachment to the ethical and logical ways of most.

He can be seen at times floating, soaring high and watchful joined on the wing by his familiar owl, his closest company.

## His stern visage and hovering way shoots fear into the hearts of children and wicked men. His true purpose is known to few, perhaps none.

Also enjoys the the occasional tea and friendly cacth-up with his old apprentice @wizard6159


Ymir the Shaky

# Lore of Ymir the Shaky

King of grasses, ruler of the plain,
I wandered through Elysian fields until
my bones grew old and achy in the rain.
Tired, I trembled. Lagged behind. A hill
all glowing in the mist beckoned me toward
I left the herd and wandered. Topped its brow
and saw a wizard brandishing a sword
and staff. He scratched his head and uttered: How
the heck did you get here? I thought you were
a gryphon, manticore. But here instead,
a busted-up old pony. I was sure
I did the spell correctly! So, I said
Shaky I may be, but, as bards once sung,
no wealth compares to kind and civil tongue!


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.


Jack Shaver of the Lowlands

There he stood, Jack Shaver of the Lowlands, determined and full of anger...

rage...

hatred...

He mumbled to himself through a thick lisp,

"Why do they make these friggin sheaths so tight? Why not give them a little wiggle room? You have to assume that when one is skilled enough to forge a weapon as fierce as the saber that they might also consider the comfort and convenience of its sheath. I guess not. Well there goes 20 minutes I'll never have back. 20 minutes I could have been pillaging villagers and dismembering foes. 20 friggin minutes trying to get this deadly blade back into its friggin sheath just so I don't cut my friggin leg of while I'm walking!"

...and so he soldiered on, deadly saber mostly back into its poorly designed sheath, ready to conquer more of the Lowlands and its peaceful, but woefully unprepared inhabitants.


Shaman Alizam of the Hall

# New Lore Entry for Shaman Alizam of the Hall

Put Thy Rune On The Door!
> *Artwork by Regnvald. Commissioned by Baron Von Fancy. Summer of 2022*


Sorcerer Celah of the Rock

# *Cluny the Peyote Skulled Monkey Sorcerer*
*art by @Adillemma*
#

*Two moons*
have waxed and waned since the peyote spirits translocated Sorcerer Celah's mind into the body of Cluny the monkey familiar, and likewise Cluny the monkey's mind into the human shell.

*Two moons* and the peyote spirits whisper still, day and night. At night! Oh, at night... simian dreams are seeping through... Sorcerer Celah in monkey body, dreaming monkey dreams at night...

"Cluny! Call me Cluny!" the tiny monkey sorcerer declared upon waking one morning.  "*Cluny...*" the peyote spirits whispered back.  "Celah is no more. Celah is dead."

And indeed, although not dead, the human body was no longer quite alive either. Extremely frustrated by the physical limitations of the human shell, the monkey mind did not mesh well inside Celah's former body.  The monkey mind was wracked with nightmares. An evil gallu demon drifting through the dreamworld possessed the body and destroyed the monkey mind. Celah the human body, now a mount for the gallu demon, separated from Cluny the Monkey Sorcerer (formerly Celah's consciousness). Gallu/Celah has sired many offspring in the short time since, as demons are wont to do.

"*You must take this saw and cut off the top of your skull*" whispered the peyote spirits. "*Just the top. Cut it off.  Your skull.*"

Cluny the Monkey Sorcerer picked up the small crescent saw and carefully removed the top of his skull.
"*Place the peyote in your skull,*" the spirits whispered.


Cluny the Monkey Sorcerer picked up the large peyote and placed it in the bloody cavity atop his head. The peyote swelled and fused with his bone.

Cluny the Peyote Skulled Monkey Sorcerer smiled, a twitching smile that gave way to a maniacal laugh. The peyote spirits had bestowed a vision. The many half human / half demon offspring sired by his former body called to him in the vision, and Cluny knew he had to find them. What ritual could so many demon wizard babies be used for? No doubt the peyote spirits would speak more of this later...


Wild Mage Angus of the Moors

# The Lore of Wild Mage Angus of the Moors

His magic is gleaned from the DNA of the life he imbibes.

>Grazing, lovingly searching out the most enchanted of plants, so he spends his time.

He wears the green of good spring and at times of the year his flowering magic makes a broom from the roots of Dunweilian stems.

More than once the sun has found him cradling a carcus of his brother beast; and though his regret makes him sore, he is not immune to knowing from those souls other ways of working his witching art.


Druid Zaros of the Veil

# The Lore of Druid Zaros of the Veil

### Peyote toating perveyor of humanities salvation, Druid Zaros has many friends. Some amongst the elven people's he loves call him wise and congratulate his wisdom beyond the seen realm.

>'He makes the magic happen.'
(Glen, barman)

Traveling into towns he shares his wisdom and his plant magic with those open to new perspectives.

A bold dresser Zaros likes to dance about and swish his cloak at people.

Zaros knows how to party and others take joy in his bountiful givings.


Battle Mage Blaise of the Woodlands

# Lore of Battle Mage Blaise of the Woodlands

Battle Mage Blaise of the Woodlands is engaged in a constant battle against death and disease. Blaise doesnt know how to wave his hands or point a magic staff, and most of the other wizards wouldnt trust him with a wand. But Blaise knows potions. He can craft mysterious liquids to cure any illness.

His immense house is brimming with sparkling glass bottles and sacks of ingredients. Through the spring and summer he travels the world with a wagon full of potions, seeking out any living being in need of help, to revive them with a splash from one of his numerous bottles. He especially likes to help the trees, flowers and wildlife that inhabit the dark Woodlands. Then, as autumn begins to set in, he and his dusk-colored cat Nightfall retreat to his study in the deep of the woods to mix up more potions for the next years travels.

Nightfall is not as spry as she used to be, but she still insists on joining Blaises adventures. Gifted with the power of speech, she has helped him many times, directing him to the source of a rare ingredient, a sick wizard, or a wilting tree. Together, Blaise and Nightfall use the magic of potions to banish illness and grief from the world.


Hex Mage Hansel of the Cosmos

# The Lore of Hex Mage Hansel of the Cosmos

Hex Mage Hansel of the Cosmos never stays in one place for long. He is forever trying to escape from the sun, which he loathes for the sunlight blinds his eyes. He can see only by the light of his magic scepter. When sunlight floods the world, Hansel flees to inhabit the darkest corners of the Cosmos. Only when the sun has died behind the horizon can Hansel safely return to the world.

He is not called a Hex Mage for nothing. He amuses himself by casting hexes on the innocent, spells on the weak, and attempting to subdue the strong. All this is practice for the future. He is working on a great spell to vanquish the sun and bring darkness to the Cosmos forever

Celestes was just a normal field rat until Hansel accidentally cast a hex on her. Now, she is twice the size of a normal rat and can speak, think, and breathe fire. She follows her master faithfully throughout the Cosmos, always close beside him, because if she leaves him for long the hex will dwindle and Celestes will be left powerless, just a field rat once more.


Druid Enigma of the Valley

"Oooh you sneaky Pikachu!! You're gonna be-" Before Enigma could finish her thought, a huge thunderbolt appeared out of nowhere and sent her flying with a loud clap.

She hit the ground with such force, it took the breath from her lungs. While she tried to scramble and catch her breath, the little electric mouse took off into the woods, and dissapeared out of sight.

"Ugh. Again?? You're never going to become a Pokemon champion at this rate!!" Enigma scolded herself as she stood up, wiping the dust from her forehead, and scanning the treeline for any sign of the little zappy thing.

Enigma, exhausted from having chased the thing miles into the woods, shrugged and turned around as she headed back home. Thankfully these woods were well traversed, so it didn't take much time to find a path leading out of the woods.

It didn't take too long for her to realize that she may have ended up going the wrong direction, as she had no idea what section of the forest she was in. This was actually quite strange, as Enigma had grown up her whole life right outside the Fey, and thought she had known the area quite well!

Enigma had never been lost before, and the panic was starting to set in. She turned around, and started heading down the path in the opposite direction. It wasn't too long before she was full on sprinting trying to find her way out of the woods.

Within a few minutes, the young swamp witch was out of breath and on the verge of tears. All this for a stupid Pikachu?? Ugh!! She just wanted to go home, and crawl into her bed with all of her stuffies.

After a moment of panic and tears, Enigma gathers what little is left of her wit and continues to go deeper into the woods.


It felt as if hours had passed. The sun had long since disappeared out of the sky, and the light was fading quick. Enigma went until she couldn't go any longer, and collapsed near an old tree stump.

Exhausted, with no more tears left to cry, Enigma passed out, slumped against the tree stump.

That night, she had dreams of a pesky Pikachu that wouldn't let itself get caught, and an evil forest whose shadows chased her endlessly.

Eventually, the sun came back up, and with it came the sounds of the woods once more. Chirping of the pidgies, the weird humming from the Metapods and the barking of a far off Arcanine was the perfect symphony of morning noises.

Enigma's eyes popped back open, and she immediately remembered where she was. Hungry, cold and alone, she clambered back to her feet and started back down the trail (though she really had no idea in which direction she came from).

Another few hours passed and the swamp witch had to wonder if she was ever going to make it out of these cursed woods! She never remembered the Fey giving her so much trouble before.

While she wandered about and was lost in thought, she managed to get the attention of a wandering Haunter, who had gone quite some time without eating someone's soul, and decided that Enigma would be just that soul he'd eat!

With no Pokemon of her own to protect her (that was supposed to be Pikachu!!), she was very vulnerable to any attacks. As such, the Haunter had no trouble sneaking up on her and startling her from behind.

"Oh my Dotta!!!" A squeel escaped Enigma's lips, and off she went, deeper into the woods, with little regard to her direction. The Haunter, of course, had no issue keeping up with her, and set upon the girl with ease.


With one last push, Enigma kicked her legs and tried to gain as much space as she could between herself and the ghost. Cramps were setting in, and it felt like her whole body had been set on fire.

"Ugh, poison??" Enigma hacked, as her sprint began to slow. It was too late, however. Because she had lost track of where she was going, she approached the edge of a cliff before she had time to react and went right over the side...

...of the bed, as she landed with a loud clang!

"Ugh, what the-" Enigma said, rubbing the growing egg on her head. "Stupid pocket monster dream, who comes up with this stuff, really??" Enigma said, chastising herself as she dusted off, and head back to bed in hopes to dream a different dream.


Corvus Wanderer of Sorrow

Artwork by SHADOWY30


Enchanter Galatea of the Heath

# The Lore of Enchanter Galatea of the Heath

Lithobates

     Galatea shut the garden gate and headed out into her familys land. In the morning sun she walked to the east for a distance and then pivoted to the north. She continued this pattern until her home was not in view and then walked on farther. After a few minutes she stopped and scanned the horizon several times for anyone moving around. Seeing no one, she sat down in a field of heather.

     Reaching deep into her left boot, she pulled out her Moms necklace. Galatea massaged her temple and exhaled deeply while staring at it. Since the ambush, it had been hidden in the lining. Turning the locket in several directions she studied the triangular shape and the symbol engraved into it. She thought to herself, Why was mom so desperate for me to keep this safe and hide it? Galatea rubbed the top of the necklace, paused and scanned her surroundings. Only the gentle breeze moved. Her face scowled as she leaned in and pressed the rune of air much harder and sat up straight. This time even the wind was quiet. Putting on the necklace she opened her eyes wide and listened and waited. A faint noise turned her attention to the forest.

     The plants under the trees started to move. Coming out of the woods hopping towards her was a young green bullfrog. Galatea realized it was coming directly at her.


Hey, Whats the matter? she called. The frog looked behind him and back at Galatea as he increased his speed. Sludge flew behind him with every hop. She held up her hand and yelled, whoa...stop, but the frog locked eyes on her. With only a few feet between them, Galatea scooted backwards, drew a line in the dirt and cast a spell. The frog bounced off the invisible wall and shook his head and frowned. A blue heron swooped over them and continued on its way.

     The frog glared wide eyed at Galatea.

     Well you were coming at me kind of fast and you're dripping with slime, she explained.

     The frog shrugged his shoulders and bellowed a deep, Rrruuu.

     Galatea studied the swamp bullfrog who was covered with shades of moss green and tones of the dark forest.  I guess you're not really a threat,'' she said as her hand released the spell.  Youre not even fully grown.

     The frog turned his head from side to side and noticed a snack.

     Nearby a large black beetle was making a run for it through the soil. The frog zapped it but the bug got stuck in his throat. The frog bulged his eyeballs out and then retracted them into his head forcing a swallow. Opening his eyes he grinned with a drip of drool hanging off the bottom of his lip.

     Do you always have something oozing out of your mouth? asked Galatea.

     The frog raised one eyelid high and answered,Rruu.  Then he hopped a little closer and stopped next to a daisy growing through the heather.  A fly buzzed over the flowers until a long pink tongue sucked it in.

     Galatea giggled, You got a big appetite for a little guy.


Galatea giggled, You got a big appetite for a little guy.

     The frog responded with a loud burp forcing the fly back out of his mouth. It stuck on Galateas check covered in green yuck. They both laughed while she flicked it back at the frog. He swallowed it and then burped again. Galatea ducked but nothing happened. Her laughter increased until she snorted. The frog tapped his front foot and roared Rru, Rru.

     Gaining her composure, Galatea took off the necklace and put it back in its secret place. Looking at the frog she said, Enough of this. I need to go home...now.

     The frog wiggled his butt into the dirt and curled his bottom lip forward and mumbled, rru.

     Galatea teased, Dont pout. but the frog turned around and hung his head down.  Dont pout, she said again as she picked him up. Holding him up to her face she explained, youre adorable and you make me laugh. In fact, Im going to take you home.

     The frog responded with a small gurgle as he shook his head up and down.

     If you're coming with me you are going to need a name. Hmmmmm, something that matches who you are. Galatea looked right in his eyes and said, You drool, you spit, you burp, and you have the cutest smile for a bullfrog. Youre a Lithobates? she exclaimed.

     The frog tilted his head and then frowned at her.

     Galatea kept right on talking. Yes, Lithobates is a perfect name but II will call you Litho. Hello Litho, she said with a grin.

     Smacking his left foot into her palm he shouted, RRU! RRU!


Smacking his left foot into her palm he shouted, RRU! RRU!

     Litho, I know exactly where I am going to put you in my moms garden. There are patches of grass by a small pond. Your job will be to get rid of the slimy crawly things I dont like to touch, she explained with a wink.

     Litho smiled back at her as he licked his lips.

     Galatea continued, The colorful snapdragons that surround the garden have radiant faces. The vines and other plants have a way of...of...making you feel like the world is okay.

     Litho gazed up at Galatea and softly exhaled as he snuggled deeper into her palm.

     Gently wrapping her fingers around him, Galatea opened her leather pouch and placed Litho on top of a cloth. She got up and headed towards home taking the same path she had taken earlier.

     After a short distance a sound startled her and she turned around but no one was there. Hearing it again, Galatea looked down and opened the pouch only to find Litho with his eyes closed and his lips vibrating as they released gurgling sounds. In the corner of his mouth there was a drop of green slime running down his face.


Thaumaturge Hobbs of the Hall

# The Lore of Hobbs of the Hall

Me? Why, Im Thaumaturge Hobbs of the Hall. Its true, I love playing pranks on my friends, but I assure you I mean no harm. Quite the opposite, I keep light and spirit in the world through tricks, fun and frolic.

The Hall? Well, I found it years ago and havent returned to the outside world. Its a natural meeting place for the wizards, who put up with me because they know I mean well despite my tricks. Im almost always at the Hall, waiting for visitors so I can scare them with earth trembles and purple fire.

My toad? Oh yes, Boren hopped into the Hall one day and has never left. I took a liking to the mischievous fellow and kept him here with me. Now he never leaves my side. No, he doesnt have any powers. None at all. Thats why I like him. He cant play tricks on me.

You have to go? Pity, but be sure to come again. Heres your coat. Oh, thats right, its on fire. I did that. Dont look so grim! There, I fixed it. Good day, sir.


Druid Hashim of the Temple

I egress from the temple in your name, disrobing the Infinity Veil that shelters the hallowed from the Penumbra. To step foot into the Darkness, acting as a messenger of the true Divine Arcane, and strike down those who dwell amongst thisworld who denounce you, my Divine Leader, their Divine Judge, our Divine Entity.

From The Brine, to the Psychic Leap, the vile will be crushed and the worthy sacrificed. Those who use the Arcane Arts for wickedandimmoraldegeneracy will be spewed from themouth of the Divine, and swallowed into the Quantum Shadow.

The path my Divine has chosen for me is arduous, but faith will incessantly nourish my crusade. Revenants will be dispatched by my Caduceus. Their bodies crushed until they can harm no longer. Poltergeistsexorcized, haunting spirits silenced. Purifying immolation of all those who forsake their past debaucheries; for Cinnabar Flames will decide their fate.

My purpose, Arcane power, and soul, I surrender to thee. This I pray, a solemn ratification to the Divine.

*Druid Hashim of the Temple*


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