>Yes, weve been traveling and were a bit hungry, came another ragged voice from behind him. He turned his head to watch another creature step out from the grass, this one a bit more rotund. A single haphazard spaulder covered one shoulder while a giant club rested on the other. More figures followed suit, nearly a dozen in all.

*Kobolds.*

One in particular seemed to be a shaman or mage and walked forward with authority. With no regard for Maurice's rapier, it walked within striking distance and grabbed a small mechanism from its belt. Upon tossing it to the ground, the mechanism unfolded and extended at right angles to eventually form a cagebig enough for a human.

>Get in, it said dryly.

Maurice looked to the cage, then to the figure before him, then around to all the others.

>Dont bother. Save yourself a meaningless death.

*Im outnumbered. I made a mistake coming here. Oswald was right; they were always just stories. Even Linus had it right. I should have stayed. Maybe the cage gives me time to figure something out. Its either that, or I die here...now...in the dirt.*

Maurice hesitated, then resigned to the former. The gate of the cage swung open as he took a step toward it.

A quick rustling of grass over the left shoulder of the mage. Maurice stopped and turned; so did the mage. They all looked around, but saw nothing.

*Wait...theres only five now...*

WOOSH. With a quick yelp, another kobold was snatched into the dark grass. A glimpse of red flashed in the shadows.


Murphy of Goblins

The mage called out to the others in a strange tone, and they began to move toward the commotion. As they stepped up to the grass line that borders the road, they stopped and sniffed the air. Silence.

Then a terrifying goblin cry echoed out as a figure burst from the grass. In a wild rampage, he kicked the first kobold in the chest. The creature flew back nearly ten feet before laying still. He ducked under the ax of another and swept out its leg. Finishing it off with a quick smash of his hambone, the figure rolled to the side. Maurice only stared in disbelief.

*Is that Murph?!*

On bended knee, the figure swung his hambone upward with two hands, cracking the chin of a third kobold and launching it a few feet into the air before it landed on its back, knocked out cold..

*Is...is that meat?*

>FIGHT, said the figure.

Emboldened, Maurice lunged with his rapier toward the mage before him. He completely missed but decided to lean into the move with his shoulder and smashed the mage to the ground. Maurice turned just in time to weakly parry an incoming strike from a kobolds handaxe.

>Hello, tasty! taunted the kobold as it licked its teeth.

Two more quick strikes from the kobold. Maurice could barely keep up, staggering backward. Another two in succession forced Maurice back even further. Stepping on his own cloak, he tripped and fell onto his back.

>Ha. Pathetic human. The kobold raised his weapon for the final blow. K. Cross is gonna boil you up just ri

SMACK! *spin* WACK!


SMACK! *spin* WACK!

The kobold took a 20-pound ham to the face, fell on its back, and received a follow-up final blow to the chest in only two seconds. Maurice scrambled to his feet and just stared in disbelief as the figure removed bits of kobold hair and teeth from the ham.

>Thanks. Are...are you Murphy?

Murphy nods.

*They were all wrongat least mostly. True, he did have a dark complexion. But he was no Quantum Shadow being. His hair had a slight lavender tint to it, and his armor was of rather fine makepolished and clean. And the blood-soaked sash was anything but. A simple cloth bandana and road leathers. The strangest thing about him? He carried a hambone.*

Several more kobolds scampered in their direction with weapons raised, offering shouts, war cries, and hisses. Murphy was brilliant. Dodging each attack and countering with a slog of meat to their face. It was a glorious ballet of poetic irony...hungry kobolds eating nothing but pain. Maurice tried to imitate some of Murphs moves but only ended up twisting around his attackers. One grabbed him from behind while another readied a crossbow bolt. Unable to remove the kobold on his back, he turned around just as the bolt was released. He heard a gargled shriek and then felt something warm seep through his cloak. The kobold slipped off and crumpled to the ground. As the remaining kobold began to reload its crossbow, Maurice grabbed his sword, closed his eyes, and charged with an awkward yell, his rapier pointing straight forward.

>eeeaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHH


>eeeaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHH

The kobold pulled back and fired. Maurices body felt an impact. A warm liquid engulfed his hand. He opened his eyes and looked down. The sword had impaled the kobolds chest and exited his back. The kobolds shot had missed.

>I...did it. I killed *Maurice makes a quick retching motion*

Having awoken from an earlier knock to the head, the mage slowly approached from behind Maurice. With a staff in hand, it began chanting in an evil tone. Weaving the staff through the air, it began to glow as the mage pointed it toward Maurices back.

>I diohhhh, Im gonna be sick.

With the spell about to release, Maurice bent at the waist and threw up all over the slain kobold while a bone-in ham flew across the battle grazing his back slightlyhis robes nudged in slow motion by the edge of the ham. It smacked into the mages face with a sudden THWOP. Maurice wipeed his mouth and sat down taking notice of the unconscious mage.

*Wait...wasnt he...?*

Murphy walked over and nudged the mage. No movement. They both surveyed the area. Kobolds of all shapes and sizes lay strewn about. Murph picked up his ham and sat across from Maurice.

3rd theme music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0Jk80wDw2w&t=1593s

>Th-thank you, said Maurice. I would be on my way to a Kobold cook-off if it wasnt for you. Maurice nodded and placed some dry wood fragments on the dirt between them. He methodically took a small twig and rotated it between his hands rapidly against the grain of another.


>Here, let me help Maurice reached into his small satchel and pulled out a flint and knife. Murphy grabbed his hambone and tensed, ready to swing. Maurice shrank in posture and lifted his hands in a surrendering motion.

>Im not going to hurt you. Clearly, I couldnt even if I tried. Justlet me show you. A few sparks flew as he scraped the flint over the wood. They caught the small tuft of dry grass, and a flame began to grow. Murphy let go of his hambone and placed the flame in the pile of wood.

>Here, gestured Maurice. Take it. I can always get another set. He turned the knife around, handle-first, and offered it along with the flint to Murphy. Really. Go ahead.

Murphy took it and rotated it in his hands, then practiced running the knife along the stone. *Scrape* *Scrape* Sparks flew with ease. *Scrape scrape scrape scrape scrape*

>Okay, yesjustyoull dull the blade rather quickly, Maurice advised. Murphy gathered the torches of each kobold to keep the fire well-lit and fight against the cold of night.

>You know, youre really something. Fighting a band of kobolds with nothing but a slab of meat. A true warrior. I managed to get one, but I couldnt even hold my stomach. Perhaps Im not meant for adventures.

Murph strode over to him, dropped the torches nearby, and motioned for him to stand up. Maurice got to his feet as Murphy grabbed his hambone and handed him his rapier. Seeing Maurices hunched posture, Murph beat his chest with a fist and moved his shoulders back, standing tall.

>Up. Strong.


>Up. Strong.

Shocked at the first time hearing him speak, Maurice hesitated a moment and then followed suit. Murphy motioned with his hand holding his weapon.

>Grip. Strong.

Maurice struggled to balance the rapier in one hand. Im not very strong, you see.

>Will be, Murphy replied. He slowly made a motion of an attack. Maurice countered but had turned the wrong way. Murph corrected him and went through the motion again.

*Im sparring with Murph!*

An hour or two had passed with Murph teaching Maurice how to strike, block, parry, dodge, and pivot. Maurice was exhausted, but received a pat on the back from Murph for a jobmostlywell done. They both sat down by the fire. Maurice pulled out some dry bread from his pack and handed some to Murphy.

>Youre not like they say, Maurice stated. Murphy continued to eat. How did you end up with goblins anyway?

Murph ignored him and finished his bread.

>Thank you, he said.

>Stunned, Maurice offered a shaky reply. Y-yeahof course. Murph laid down with his back toward the fire, his head resting on the slab of ham.

>Goodnight, Murphy. Thanks again. Maurice did the same, laying his back toward the fire and wrapping his cloak around like a blanket, his head resting on his pack. The fire continued to burn, its warmth coaxing them to sleep quickly.

As they drifted off, the crackling flames burned with a hint of purple.
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## Excerpt from The Margins: Midnight Message

Purple smoke fills the sky. Close but distant all at once. The ground is polished obsidian, smooth as glass. A flickering glow appears across Maurices face, his features momentarily cast in bright light and dark shadow.


**Mmmauriiiiiice.**

Maurice stirred and shifted.

**Mmmmmmauriiiiiiiiice.**

Maurices eyes opened as he slowly sat up, taking in his surroundings.

*Black floor. Purple sky. Ive...been here before.*

His gaze settled on the flame before him. The fire flickered, its purple flames too smooth, unnatural. The fire seemed to be calling his name.

**Maurice.**

He stood and walked over to it, noticing his reflection on the floor was not his own. It belonged to a much older man garbed in purple robes, with sunken glowing eyes, ghostly white skin, and a blackened hand.

>You.

**I am what you had known me to be. But much has changed since we first met.**

>You tried to hurt me! To take me and turn me into one of thosethings! shouted Maurice, realizing his mannerisms and gestures were copied by the figures reflection.

**Yes, but your actions have redeemed you.**

Maurices mind was flooded with fragments of a memory. *[Running down the ramparts, sword in hand. Bathed in blue light. A lone soldier facing down the Ravenous.]*

**Just as they do now.**

Another memory is shoved into Maurices mind. *[Here. Take it...Really. Go ahead.]*

Maurice gripped his head and fell to his knees; the reflecting figure did the same.


Maurice gripped his head and fell to his knees; the reflecting figure did the same.

**I have been watching. Keeping track. You dream often. And vividly. Of what transpired. Of how to return. Of how to save her. And yet, your heart has not wandered. It has not been consumed. It seeks only a source of purpose. You and Murphy exist along the margins of this Runiverse. Ignored, mocked, discarded. Murphy remains unafraid, somehow facing down the hatred of his own people while subjected to a lower caste within goblin society. You have endured much, as well. Torn from a different time. Losing everything and everyone you knew. Both of you press on, but neither of you know to what end. I can help with that...**

The pale figure gave a wry smile.

>How? How could I even trust you? exclaimed Maurice.

**Trust...the fault of our kind. I will make myself known to you, the only one who knows the before and the now. I was The Dreamer, and now Im something more. I find my strength in obfuscation; in tricks, mysteries, and fear. But I will remove that veil if it helps.**

The Dreamers reflection moved toward the fire, and Maurices body was forced to follow. The Dreamer crouched near the flame and plunged a hand into it, Maurice doing the same on this side of the floor. Fear welled up within him as his arm sank elbow deep into the flames. They were cold to the touch. Suddenly, he felt a hand grasp his wristbut it feltalien and monstrous. He looked at the Dreamers reflection.

**Dont let go until we are both in the same space. Or you may be lost to time.**

The Dreamers statement was accompanied by unnerving laughter.

**Now pull.**


The Dreamers statement was accompanied by unnerving laughter.

**Now pull.**

Maurice slowly stepped back, using all his strength. The flame broiled and sputtered, growing wider while throwing off slight undulations of magic. His cloak billowed as the wind picked up. As his arm slowly pulled out of the flame, he saw a large purple claw wrapped around his forearm, its sharpened nails digging into his skin. Further and further he pulled, trying not to slip on the glassy obsidian floor. An arm, shoulder, head, wing, and finally the restall broke through the flaming circle stretched across the floor. As a slender spade tail whipped through, the circle collapsed with a thunderous CRACK.

Maurice couldnt believe his eyes. Before him was a monstrous creature of purple skin, large claws, huge webbed wings, and two large horns set above glowing eyes. His form was devilish and boney, gaunt and sickly. But still it seemed to possess massive strength and radiated a dark energy.

**Hello, Maurice. The lasssst remaining member of the Pantheon sought to...demote me. But fate had other plans.** *another unnerving laugh* **She sought to bestow me with a new form, and over the millenia I have been given the name The Nightmare Imp. Fitting,** *the Imp gazed at its tail as it flicked around before him* **...I quite like it.**

>They...they did this to you? The Pantheon? questioned Maurice.


>They...they did this to you? The Pantheon? questioned Maurice.

**You ssssaw my return. You witnessed the fruits of their laborrrrrrr. It is why I reach out to you now, why I seek those forced to the margins of societyyyy. Their empathy surpasses all as they have endured the harshness of this realm. And in so doing, they may yet tap into powersssss unheard of.**

>What do you want with me? With Murphy?

**My dear Maurice, I sssseek nothing from the two of you. I only wishhhhh to encourage your endeavors. Each of you have knocked on a heart many think is deador wish it were. And I have answered.**

**When you awake, a choice to make.**

**Keep it in or set it free,**

**Enough tricks, enjoy your treatssss!**

And with a flash of purple lighting and a CRACK of thunder, Maurice was expelled from his dream and awoke to the embers of a dying fire. The morning sun was just starting to crest over the horizon. Staring back at him, wide-eyed, was Murphy.

>You saw him, too? Maurice asked. Murphy nodded, huddling close to his ham and holding his runic necklace. Murphy pointed to his left. Maurice looked and saw two wooden chests with a strange glow, unopened. They both stood up and approached them cautiously.

*How...* he began to question but thought better of it. They each reached down and touched it to make sure it was real. The wood was solid. No tricks.

>I suppose I better get back, said Maurice, in shock. Oswald will be furious if Im late. What about you?

>Have to speak to shaman. Tribe will want to know.

They picked up their respective chests, finding them surprisingly light.


They picked up their respective chests, finding them surprisingly light.

>Thanks for everything, Murph. I am in your debt. Murphy nodded once more.

>Unafraid, he replied and disappeared into the grass on the northern side of the road. Maurice took a deep breath.

>Unafraid, he repeated and stepped into the grass along the roads southern side, making his way back to the Tipsy Tidepool.

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Battle Mage Cromwell of the Tower

# The Lore of Battle Mage Cromwell of the Tower

Prologue

It must have been at least eighteen moons since he had last seen a decent tavern. In these mountains, winter can be extremely difficult, even for a seasoned traveler such as Cromwell. It was one of the few things that still excited men of his age, a warm tavern. The older you get, the more you desire just the primal things, such as warmth and food.

During the winter season, the Purple Clover was almost always full. On the ground floor, there was a large dining area with wooden chairs and tables, a large bar, a kitchen and a bathroom. An upper floor contained a few basic rooms and a private area for the owners. Most of the people in these parts were cattle farmers, more specifically, Hillar sheep farmers. They were renowned for their strong wool that was extremely durable, flexible, flame resistant, water resistant, and even magic resistant. Our traveler came here for precisely that reason.

Cromwell's stomach grumbled at the thought of bread and ale. A pair of drunk men slammed the door of the tavern before he could open it. Trying to avoid falling, they clung to each other, but miserably failed and fell down on the frozen ground before them. Taking a graceful step over the two groaning men, Cromwell felt the warm air touch his face as he stepped over them. He ensured that the door was tightly shut and searched for a place to sit down and eat.


Cromwell was not well known for his social skills, but he was fond of visiting taverns and listening to the people around him. He particularly enjoyed their disregard for him. However, it was not just about drinking and eating that he visited the Purple Clover, there was also business to be conducted. As usual, Cromwell arrived early to be able to assess the surroundings and prepare accordingly. He had just finished a visit to a farmer with whom he had business dealings. He had purchased seven batches of wool. The wool was first clipped, cut and washed. It was then dried, painted and coated. This was the finest wool in the Runiverse.

The evening progressed in a gradual manner. A pig was being slowly cooked on a spit while wood was thrown into the fireplace. Cromwell was to meet with an important tailor. One would not think Cromwell was a person who had any interest in fashion or tailor-made suits. His clothes were covered in mud due to his travels and his waistcoat had dark green mold stains from the forest. Moreover, there were holes in his jacket as if something had burned through it. As a result, Cromwell did not appear to be a man who cared about his appearance. However, looks can be misleading.

The Purple Clover's door opens and a small figure enters. The door closes quickly, and the figure disappears in the tavern's lively crowd. A second later, the figure arrives at Cromwell's table. Without looking up, the supercilious figure takes a seat. As he sits up straight, Cromwell sweeps the table clean with his arm. The tailor is holding a sturdy leather folder under his arms from which he pulls out a drawing book. He puts on his monocle and coughs twice. He then proceeds to open the drawing book. As Cromwell examines the drawings, he takes out a sample of knitted wool and places it next to the book. He nods in approval. It might just work.


If only he can convince The Merchant.


Xerxes the Fortuitous

Xerxes often roams the land between Kelpie's Bay and Chronomancer's Riviera. He's a wild pony who has never been mounted, yet very friendly if approached slowly. His diet mainly consists of grass, but he very much enjoys fruit. Sometimes Xerxes will approach travelers if he feels they are gentle.


Cleric Durm of Limbo

# Cleric Durm of Limbo: Master of Purgatory

*A Tale of a Mysterious Forgotten Wizard*

## When you think of the title cleric, who do you imagine?

A spiritual healer?
A religious righteous priest of some sort?
*Someone to provide a holy blessing maybe...*
This story is of a cleric that is non of the above... in fact he might even be considered the polar opposite.


Shaman Thana of the Riviera

# The Lore of Shaman Thana of the Riviera

## BIO

AGE: 16

AFFILIATION: Member of the Canis Coven

ROLE: Healer

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Twin Leaf

COMPANION: Koyotl the field dog

PERSONALITY: Gentle, innocent, people-pleaser

STRENGTHS: Very kind and trusting, and always sees the best in others despite being bullied as a child

FLAWS: She is a bit of a pushover, has trouble reading the room and her naivety means she is easily deceived. Some find her relentless positivity irritating!

FUN FACT:  She is extremely technophobic and will cast healing spells on gadgets, rendering them unusable!

BACKGROUND:
Shaman Thana was raised near the Chronomancers Riviera in a small water tribe that shunned technology and modern civilization. She never quite fit in among her own people as she lacked the ability to use magic to commune with the water spirits they worshiped. However, after abandoning her people she discovered she did indeed have latent abilities and her greatest joy is discovering new spells to help others. Having lacked companions growing up, she now bonds closely with whomever she considers a friend- whether they agree or not! Thankfully her kindness usually wins over even the most stubborn of  hearts.

## PROLOGUE

Thana grew up near the Chronomancers Riviera amongst a tribe of reclusive fisherfolk who shared an ancient, magical ability to speak to fish and coax them from the water. From a young age, however, Thana was found to lack this ability.


It was customary for children to keep pet fish in little glass jars to practice their skills on, but Thana was unable to hear even a whisper from her own fish. As the other children became more and more adept, Thana languished. She was an embarrassment to her family who believed she lacked the willpower to succeed.

As she grew older, her failings only became more pronounced as she struggled to contribute to her tribes fishing practices and participate in their elaborate religious rituals involving communication with the river fish spirits. Over time she became an outcast, and it was questioned whether she truly belonged in the tribe at all.

Finally, at the age of 16, she mustered up the courage to do what she so had often dreamt of doing: she left. Penniless and knowing little of the outside world, Thana wondered how she would make it in the great beyond. All she knew was that she could not last another day shunned by her own people. She carried nothing but a small pouch of food and a walking stick.

After a days walk she wandered into the Chronomancers Riviera and was quickly overwhelmed by the bustling chaos of the city and its technologies. Feeling provincial and out of place amongst the colorful citizens, she hugged the shadows and tried to become invisible. Night soon fell and Thana realized she needed a safe place to sleep. The city became even more alive as music and lights flooded out from all the trendy nightclubs and venues that lined the streets. Thana longed to ask for help, but was too terrified to approach anyone. Besides, the partygoers seemed far too preoccupied with their festivities to notice a girl like her.


Thana slipped into the darkened alleyways, looking for an alcove to take refuge in. Here the alleyway denizens eyed her suspiciously or leered at her as she hurried along. Fear rose in Thanas chest. Had she made a horrible mistake coming here? Should she go back home and beg for acceptance? A loud yelp of pain interrupted her thoughts. Following the sound, she encountered a street dog being kicked by some kids her own age who had clearly been drinking. To her amazement, she could hear the dogs voice, clear as day, as it barked at its attackers. Leave me alone, you filthy brats! Ow! Help!

Forgetting her timidness in the moment, Thana found the courage to confront the teens and chase them off with her wooden staff. As she knelt beside the injured dog he told her his name: Koyotl, and expressed his gratitude for her help. I owe you my life. The code of the desert says Im to be your companion and guard your life as you guarded mine. He winced with pain. At least as soon as I am able to. Thana could not fathom how she was able to communicate with the creature after being unable to use magic previously, but she was profoundly grateful.

She laid a hand upon Koyotls flank and a soft green light emerged from her touch, startling her. To her amazement, her latent magical abilities blossomed before her eyes as she healed the dog, mending his broken ribs with a mere touch.

You have a gift, Koyotl told her. You should claim your rune and unlock your potential at the Secret Tower.

The Secret Tower? Thana had never heard of such a thing, and it sounded vaguely ominous. And yet, at Koyotls words she felt a magnetic pull inside her chest that told that her this was where she needed to go.


How do you know so much, Koyotl? Where are you from? she asked.
Im an outcast just like you, he replied simply. Now let us rest. We have a long journey ahead.

***

*As inscribed by @taniadelrio | caniscoven.eth*


Pyromancer Alessar of the Morning Star

# Pyromancer Alessar of the Morning Star

I stand upon the edge of a tower, acrid smoke in my eyes and lungs. Ashes rise and dance like wicked, playful snowflakes. A single tear cascades down my right cheek. Is it from the smoke or the glorious sight of Red Wizard Capital engulfed in flames lit from my own torch? I wipe the tear and dark ash streaks my face like sinister war paint. Generations of corrupt power and unfathomable wealth all ablaze below. The capitals denizens seem to burn and writhe like panicked insects. I sigh. Alas, the joyous scene is but a wish. One that I vow to make a reality. They will share my pain. Their transgressions will be cleansed by fires scorning embrace.


Diabolos the Exemplary

# Diabolos the Exemplary
Never was there a pony who enjoyed life more than Diabolos. Always seen with a smoking pipe of wacky tabaccy and known to swig mushroom spiced rum, this pony was a hedonist with a deal with it attitude and sunglasses to match. He is a known associate of the high-strung @wizard7188 who he accompanies on certain investigations into the nature of the Quantum Shadow.

## Racing Career - The First Ride
Diabolos trotted onto the FRWC pony racing scene with a consistent performance that lead him to place 8th in "The First Ride" the inaugural race of the BlackSands organization.

His performance card for The First Ride:

As a result of the race, Diabolos landed a Merchant's Gift Sponsorship, and is now shilling and swilling for **Riviera Gold Rum**, a specialty operation run out of the Chronomancer's Riviera. Founded by a chronomancer, Riviera Gold Rum is aged in time crystal casks that imbue the spirit with unique (and unpredictable) properties.

His performance in the next race is anyone's guess... though he'll definitely be *exemplary*!


Fido the Sturdy

## Fido the Sturdy
### Generation - 00
Born of dust

Tinder things you found in me a fairy thought,

sturdy purdy bandana bib,

I stride past your last breath, I did.

Watched your aether flow up high, time forgotten souls subside.

Rune of Saturn, Ride me so

Over yonder, from the frog's pond of song,

Battle~hardened for a restful state

Fido is your trustful mate

Ov' all ye ponies Fido is the trustful one,

the hoof most trusted, the fondest of the strong,

Sturdy Fido, marches on.


Beetle the Stupendous

# Beetle the Stupendous #50

## Big-big beeeeeeeeetle in da house!
### That stupendous fella, with my g-vest on in tha wizard club, fo - fo - forever!

### Ridden to Elysian fields, did me,
### Found a faithful owner in tha fox you see?

### Rune of Fire, Rump of desire! I gots tha bills and kids to make youz a quick dollar...or a Fifty-cent! Number 50! Dat's right ponies, neigh on back. Park it like they told you on that Forgotten Runes Twitter Episode!!!

### Grab an apple from the fence, freedom of speech in the East? What about the West - to the window? To wall?

### Get rich or die reaching! Apples in the yard, tha milkshakes gone bad and my Beetle is kinda hard.

### Ride it? Ride it! Get on it, ma pony...
### Carrots, pipes and wizards hats look cool, ever seen a red bridle riding on by, gurrrrrrrl?
### 50 in da house, carrots in ya mouth!
### Stu-Stu-Stu-pendous one!
### Get a wizard, or die try'n, this pony is doin' fine.
## And I wear a red bridle!
[drops mic]


Hydromancer Caligari of the Sea

# The Lore of Hydromancer Caligari of the Sea

**Chapter One**

The Sea belonged to Caligari.

Aboard the Vengeful Spirit he had raided from the shores of the Sand to the Northern Archipelagos. The ship was unmistakable; two masts stood proudly from the nightmarish dark red of the hull. It was the only ship on the ocean made from darkened bloodwood, a tree thought to be cursed taken from the deepest heart of the Thorn.

Last night's raid had gone as well as expected against those Wizards. The ship near invisible at night closed in on the Red Keep, its docks moored full of small trading vessels, the water still and quiet. Caligari stood at the bow of the ship surveying his target, the crew behind him stowing the oars and preparing their weapons. The crew were as good as any he had had, they could sail the roughest of seas without any aid from him, but Caligari was a hydromancer and it was this skill which made the Vengeful Spirit so deadly.

Raiding was a risky business, most of the crew were needed to maintain control of the ship or repel enemies during a raid, but with a hydromancer they could focus on the real job. The spoils.

Caligari turned to check on his crew, his black cape and tunic damp with the ocean spray. They were a sight to behold, dozens of eyes staring back with the faintest reflection of their polished rapiers. The Creole were a sea faring race, their lithe bodies hardened by the constant fight against the sea. As a fighting force they were unparalleled in close quarter combat, on the ocean the deck is your country, and they would not give an inch of it willingly.


Caligari smiled and raised his hands, a mist slowly rising from the unnaturally still sea. The bay of the Red Keep soon shrouded in the thick stifling fog. Lowering his arms and forming a spell the ship began to move forward on the crest of the wave. It was time to begin.

Anyone who could see through the impenetrable fog would have seen a ship moving in a way that defied logic, smoothly gliding across the glasslike surface. The ship did not turn but pirouetted and began moving in reverse before coming to a complete stop with a gentle bump against the solid wooden docks.

The loss of the Runes had seen more people lose their belief in magic, many thinking these so-called wizards were merely con-artists and tricksters, but one could not attribute anything but magic to the way Caligari controlled the water beneath his ship.

The bump against the docks would have usually been a warning sound to the guards that something was amiss, but the sound was smothered by the moisture in the air. The crew lept over the side of the boat and the sound of their bare feet rhythmically running matched the beating of Caligaris heart.

Following his crew they dodge barrels, rope and tangled fishing nets stored haphazardly along the water's edge, the faint glow of fire from the windows gave them the light they needed, the doors shut tight against the miserable weather. The merchant ships were at the far end of the docks and the ship they were looking for, The Estorbaran, would be heavily guarded.

It was rumoured the ship had brought back tomes from the Sacred Pillars. They had found a library amongst the mountains occupied by an ancient order, their knowledge and lore isolated from the cataclysm and the Forgetting of the Runes. Caligari could not let the Red Wizards have access to that knowledge, that power.


Lanterns shone on a single moored ship, Caligari smiled at the open invitation. Bending low he signalled for his crew to follow, soft footsteps and the element of surprise. As the got within  earshot of the Estorbaran, footsteps although  muffled  were audible, the clanking of metal boots on wet wood.

Ten guards on patrol by the sounds, more than expected. Caligari nodded and four of his closest crew moved off to the side, the rest waiting patiently in the shadows, ready to move in. Suddenly, shouts broke out, the splinter crew had been discovered. The sound of steel-on-steel cutting through the fog, lights began firing up all through the docks. They had been discovered.

The bulk of Caligaris crew watch from their hidden position amongst the barrels, cargo and tackle lining the dock. The new lights from the ship casting an amber sphere silhouetting those within its influence dark wraiths amongst the eerie light. Most of the sailors were starting in the direction of the sword fight, towards the unmistakable screaming of men dying.

A booming voice came from the ship Go help them you insufferable dogs! the shadows turned to the voice and immediately began to charge towards the fight. Caligari and his men rushed forward, cutting the lines which tethered the ship to the dock before leaping onto the deck.

Secure the ship Caligari shouted, his crew now like ants looking for any potential threat on board. Caligari began to summon the water, first a small wave to move the ship away from the dock into the open water. Next he began to create a whirlpool spinning the ship on its axis before raising a crest to send the boat out into the open water.


He was never able to complete the spell as a crossbow bolt slammed into his should sending him tumbling across the deck. In his concentration he hadnt heard the warning shouts of his crew as the captain had exploded from his cabin. The rocking of the boat had likely saved his life, the captain unused to the unnatural rolling of the deck. The pain exploded through Caligari, looking at his chest he could see the cruel iron bolt protruding from the front of his chest, his dark robes staining with the claret of his blood.

Propping himself up against the mast he saw the giant of a captain, his tube ears sticking out of his large green head. The Kobold captain stood at least a foot above the creoles around him, shirt unbuttoned showing a muscled green chest and arms as thick as a blacksmith. Tossing the crossbow to the ground he drew a thick sabre from its scabbard and pointed it at the eight men circling him.

The Kobold Captain pointed his blade at Caligari.

His guttural voice boomed across the deck I thought it was a shame I missed your heart pirate, but now you get to watch your crew die before I cut it from your chest.

At that threat Caligaris men engaged, Gaines was Caligaris second and dashed at Kobold with slash towards his back, his enemy spun and almost disarmed him with a parrying blow.

Augustin threw himself forward to block a swipe aimed at Gaines head, the power of the captain snapping his rapier clean through, the sabre finding its path slowed eventually by Augustins neck, blood spraying in a wide arc.

Gaines scrambled backwards as the body of his friend fell at his feet, lifeless, blood flowing freely across the deck. The Kobold Captain smiled as the remaining 6 members of the crew gave him a wide berth.


I am UurGlok, you will take my name on your mind as you travel to wherever you call hell, you will scream my name into eternity

He roared, louder and more fearsome than the deepest battle drum. As he finished he moved faster than a creature of his size should, lurching left and right, blows strong enough to push the Creole sailors to the edge of the deck, no more space to retreat.

Caligari tried to stand, tried to focus on the power of the runes but the pain was immense, it had broken bones, probably shattered some too. His left arm hung limp at his side but he could not watch his crew die. Would not.

Slowly he stood, sliding up the mast and using it for balance. UurGlok struck down another of his crew, guts spilling onto the deck. Another one of the crew slipped on the gore and was run through by the Kobold in between parrying successive attacks from the Creoles.

The beast was bleeding from a number of wounds but they wouldnt stop him from destroying the rest of the crew, Kobolds didnt die easily and this one would meet death and laugh at him. Two more sailors died in quick succession, the remaining four were panting heavily, some bleeding all worried.

STOP Caligari managed a weak shout, the crew halted immediately, the Kobold turned and smiled.

Look at the little man, tired of watching your men die, is it their turn to watch you die, yes UurGlok thinks so.

The Kobold walked towards Caligari, blade held low like a headsman walking to the chopping block. Calgari, ignoring the pain, focused and mumbled a spell, he could feel the magic around him, he was grasping at it, like trying to grab handfuls of the ocean, running through his fingers like water.


UurGlok continued his languid pace, savouring the moment of his victory. Caligari did not raise his eyes, he knew he was now in striking distance, the runes were his crews only chance. The Kobold raised his sabre high and gripped it with both hands, he would sever Caligaris head and mount it in his cabin.

The Kobold didnt begin to swing the sword, his insides froze, he clutched at his chest his large heart beating but moving nothing.

Caligari looked up and grimaced the pain visible on his face. Not today. Closing his fist finished his spell, all the blood in the Kobolds body was pulled through his pores, a red mist dissipating into the grey fog of the bay.

Caligari collapsed.


Giant the Sturdy

# Standing on Giants
## Giant the Sturdy #53
### Visions, visions,
What does thou see my dearest of the Runiverse lands before us?
Deserts, crashing waves, forests and those mad mad ones, in the towers.
Whose hooves amongst us ride out in valour or vanity?
Gripping spears or sword or bridle...

Thunderbolts, hooves of lightning, steady on.

The mind flashes.

Mud splatters.

Giants roam these lands?

Nostrils flair.

Silvery hairs.

The horses of the fields.

Far North on travels high, shall we take the knee and marvel at the gracious ones.

Running freely in the winds.

Far from the spells of wizards and covens.

These wild hearts beat, like the drums of war.

Will you find your marvellous tale tied to victory?

Your giant story awaits...


Alchemist Baird of the Wood

# Not all familiars are friends. Some are just food.

Artist: Jafar Husein


Sorcerer Milo of the Steppe

# The Lore of Sorcerer Milo of the Steppe

Born the oldest of two boys he was mostly responable for the two boy's obcession over firecrackers and cheap hob golin spells. As a youth he devoted his life to learning the dark majic arts.

Sadly his once close brother became estranged to Sorcerer Milo. His freinds and family worried if Milo was going too hard to fast.... Sadly they begain palying Milo no mind. And he began to work in heavy isolation. Strnge noises and languages unknown began to creep out of Milo's home at odd hours of the night...

When Socrcerer Milo was ready to show his power the townsfolks and land of the steppe would never be the same again.


Alchemist Uday of the Dunes

... Uday walked across the sandy expanse, his long robe billowing in the wind. He had been waiting for this moment for many years, and he was filled with anticipation and excitement. The purple flash was a sign that the time had come, and Uday was ready to embark on the greatest adventure of his life.

He had spent years studying the ancient texts and mastering the art of alchemy. He had learned to transmute base metals into gold, and to create potions and elixirs that could heal the sick and cure the wounded. But now, Uday was ready to take his skills to the next level.

As he approached the purple flash, Uday could feel the energy coursing through his veins. He knew that he was about to embark on a journey that would change his life forever. He drew his staff and began to chant the ancient incantations, summoning the forces of the universe to his aid.

And then, in an instant, everything changed. The world around Uday disappeared, and he was transported to a realm beyond time and space. He could feel the power of the universe coursing through his body, and he knew that he was on the brink of greatness.

Alchemist Uday of the Dunes had arrived, and his destiny was about to unfold...


Pyromancer Koop

# The Lore of Pyromancer Koop

THE KINDLING OF THE FLAME

The darkness of the wooded dell was split by a sudden torrent of light arching skyward endlessly and aflame. From within the blazing column emerged a figure darkly cloaked, yet seeming to draw the flames around himself as he stepped into the scorched field. The figure stood for a moment as the burning pillar slowly dissipated and darkness gathered once more among the trees of the valley.
Bending down the dark figure placed his hand into the dirt and waited. Slowly Koop could feel the truth of this earth, a deep certainty settled on his mind. It was here that he had been called.

There was no clarity about when he had first felt the calling, perhaps it had always been with him, growing yet stronger as time passed until it was inescapable and determinant of his fate.
And so he had embarked on his long search following the path of secret fire through the outer realms and across unknown voids of time and space coming ever nearer to his purpose.
Rising now Koop could feel the pull of his purpose tighten and twist within himself as a smoldering thread that led him out of the forested valley and towards a series of sharp rocky outcroppings that sheared further upwards into a precipitous dark mass.

A dim grey dawn began to rise as Koop made his way upward through the mountain passes. Revealed against the slowly brightening sky a dark stone structure towered before Koop, shadowed and held apart from the light of day that was filling the sky. Koop pressed on until he found himself within the reaching shadow of the great tower, the darkness that clung to the stone surface seemed to proffer a warning. Yet set against this dark soundless warning there was his radiant purpose within, burning now in its nearness.


By the light of his torch Koop moved slowly yet unfaltering through the dark stillness of the passageways that stretched out before him, each step predestined and given over to the culmination of his long searching that brought him now to the silent heart of the tower. Under archways of solemn stone, Koop passed into a small chamber within which a sharply faceted gem lay unlit and expectant. As Koop stood before the gem his very essence was taken alight and he brought forth from deep within himself a blaze of sacred fire that leapt toward the dark gemstone and engulfed it.

A flame danced above the gemstone and red light glanced off the stone walls of the chamber as the stone hovered slightly above the ground, circling slowly in place. As he stared at the flame Koop felt the heavy resolve of his purpose fade and the radiance that he had held within and for some end beyond knowing had now passed from him. A luminous tether had dimmed and was unfurling slowly ever darkening away from the bounds of the living.


Mystic Allistair of the Hall

# New Lore Entry

# ++Childhood ++

Allistair was born to noble parents who discovered the young child was quite peculiar at an early age when they caught him conversing with an albino rat. He begged his parents to keep the rat as a pet, which they eventually relented on, even though they were concerned what those in the other aristocratic families would think. He named his rat companion Whitefur and the two have been inseparable ever since. His parents even claimed, to those they dare trust, that they even heard the rat talk back on more than one occasion.

As Allistair reached early adolescence, it became clearer that he was imbued with a gift of magic ability. Due to being different, he spent much of his time alone with his companion, reading as many books as he could find on the histories of the world. As he approached his fourteenth birthday his parents made the difficult decision to send the boy away to a place he could fit in and chase his dreams. So they gifted an endowment to the Blue Hats of the Blue Wizard Bastion, securing their son a place amongst the premier intellectuals of the known world. The boy did not take much convincing upon hearing they house the largest library in existence, and that he would have the potential to become a great scholar. Thus they sent their son on his way, accompanied by Whitefur, and a chest of the finest blue aristocratic robes.

# ++Becoming a Scholar++

Allistairs first two years living and learning amongst the Blue Hats was difficult. Many of the other students in training believed his place was purchased instead of earned through magical ability. While it was true that he was an average at best magician, with no magical rune to help concentrate his magic, and thus he could never become an actual member of the Blue Hats. Allistair never the less was determined to become a renowned scholar and historian.


He put his head down and focused strictly on his studies the following years. Soaking in as much knowledge about the people and places of the world. As he approached his eighteenth birthday, he knew spending his days in the Bastions Library was not enough for him. He would never truly belong as a member of the Blue Hats. He wanted more. He wanted to travel the world recording a living history. To visit all the magical places. To live amongst the various people and cultures. To study the various religions. So he thanked his professors and other scholars and he and Whitefur departed.

# ++Finding the Lunar Staff++

Not long after departing the Bastion, Allistair was traveling through The Fey, magical woods, containing many mysteries. Upon awakening from a nap against a very old towering tree, he was inexplicably drawn eastward. He couldnt explain what was drawing him, and despite Whitefurs warning about some magical energy, he allowed himself to be lured closer. It is when he saw it, in the opening of the woods, a glowing moon shaped staff.

Whitefur whispered A powerful Lunar Staff. He explained to Allistair there are less than two hundred of these great magical staffs left in existence. Once created by a group of powerful cosmic mages, the art and magic of creating them has been lost to time. Even a below average wizard would be able to channel more powerful magic.


I must have it! exclaimed Allistair. The only problem was the towering wood troll that was asleep next to the staff guarding the ancient treasure. Allistair drew a symbol on the ground and whispered an incantation. He then gave a sly look to Whitefur hinting at what the rat was hoping was not the case. The rat scurried up to the wood troll and bit him hard on the leg. The troll let out a huge yell and chased Whitefur right onto the symbol drawn on the ground. As soon as the troll's foot hit the ground, a strong light erupted from the ground and it turned into a dark tar like concoction pinning the troll's feet to the ground.

Allistair yelled, HAHAHA! Got you! He sped toward the staff and picked it up. As his fingers grasped the staff he felt magical power running through him. By this time the troll got his feet free and dashed at the young wizard. Before he knew what was happening he pointed the Lunar Staff at the troll and it emitted a strong ice energy turning the troll into a giant ice cube.

With his new Lunar Staff and accompanied by his trusty companion Whitefur, Allistair was now ready to traverse the world and record its history.

*His Adventure Begins.*


Sky Master Crowley of Arcadia

# A Growing Danger

Sky Master Crowley of Arcadia stood on the edge of the forest, looking out at the land he had sworn to protect. The sun was setting behind the trees, casting a warm glow over the peaceful meadows and fields. But Crowley knew that this peace was fragile, and that Arcadia was under threat from a growing danger.

He gazed out at the horizon, his sharp corvid eyes scanning the landscape for any sign of the enemy. Crowley was a powerful wizard, with the head of a crow and the body of a man. He was dressed in blue-lined coveralls, and carried a lucky horseshoe and a staff adorned with the Rune of Air.

At his side, Crowley's faithful companion, an ember frog, croaked softly, sensing his master's tension. Crowley reached down and patted the frog's head, reassuring it that all was well.

The sky above was clear, but Crowley could sense the darkness gathering on the horizon. He knew that it was only a matter of time before the enemy attacked, and he was ready to defend Arcadia with all his power.

With a fierce cry, Crowley raised his staff and summoned the forces of darkness to his aid. The air around him grew cold and dark, and the trees rustled ominously in the wind. Crowley knew that he was ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead, and he would not rest until Arcadia was safe once again.

Sky Master Crowley of Arcadia was the protector of his land, and he would stop at nothing to defend it.

## A Figure Emerges

Sky Master Crowley of Arcadia stood on the edge of the forest, gazing out at the peaceful land he had sworn to protect. The sun was setting behind the trees, casting a warm glow over the meadows and fields. But Crowley knew that this peace was fragile, and that Arcadia was under threat from a growing danger.


He could feel the darkness gathering on the horizon, and he knew that he must act quickly if he was to defend his land. Crowley raised his staff and summoned the forces of darkness to his aid, and the air around him grew cold and still.

But just as Crowley was about to launch his attack, a figure emerged from the trees. It was a woman, dressed in flowing robes of shimmering blue. She was holding a staff of her own, and Crowley could see the power radiating from her.

"Sky Master Crowley," the woman said, her voice soft but firm. "I am the Protector of the Light, and I have come to stop you."
Crowley snarled and raised his staff, ready to do battle. But the woman did not flinch. She stood her ground, her eyes fixed on Crowley's.

"You cannot win this fight, Crowley," the woman said. "The forces of darkness are strong, but they cannot stand against the power of the light. Surrender now, and I will spare you."
Crowley growled and lunged forward, his staff glowing with dark energy. But the woman was ready for him. She raised her staff and a burst of light exploded from its tip, striking Crowley full in the chest.

Crowley fell to his knees, his staff clattering to the ground. The darkness that had surrounded him began to fade, and he felt the power of the light flooding into his body.

"I... I surrender," Crowley said, his voice barely a whisper.
The woman smiled and helped Crowley to his feet. "You have made the right choice, Sky Master Crowley," she said. "Together, we can protect Arcadia from the darkness that threatens it."

Crowley nodded, humbled by the woman's power and wisdom. He knew that he had been wrong to try and defend Arcadia with the forces of darkness, and he vowed to use his powers for good from that day on.


Together, Crowley and the Protector of the Light set off into the sunset, ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead. And in the distance, the stars began to twinkle, as if in approval of their noble quest.

## An Unlikely Ally

Sky Master Crowley of Arcadia and the Protector of the Light walked together across the landscape, their footsteps echoing across the fields and meadows. They were united in their quest to defend Arcadia from the darkness that threatened it, and they were determined to do whatever it took to keep their land safe.

As they walked, they came across a figure in the distance. It was a man, dressed in a long robe and carrying a staff adorned with strange symbols. He had the head of a crow, like Crowley, and his eyes glinted with intelligence and power.

"Who are you?" the Protector of the Light asked, her voice wary.

"I am @wizard2759," the man said, bowing low. "I have heard of your quest, and I have come to offer my assistance."

Crowley and the Protector of the Light exchanged a glance, and then nodded. They knew that they could use all the help they could get in their battle against the darkness, and they welcomed Uday into their group.

Together, the three of them continued on their journey, their powers combining to create a formidable force. They fought against the darkness wherever they found it, and gradually, Arcadia began to heal.

And as the sun rose on a new day, Crowley, the Protector of the Light, and Uday stood together, victorious. They had saved their land, and they knew that as long as they stood together, nothing could defeat them.


Arcanist Angus of the Tundra

# The Lore of Arcanist Angus of the Tundra

The Candle

Burning on top of a white candle, a single flame danced with the breeze. Angus could stare at the flickering flame for hours, watching the flame dance. It drew him in, brought him peace, tranquility, and clarity. The candle in its many forms had been with him his whole life. From the moment he first opened his eyes with true sight he saw the flame. At first glance, it had sat upon a deep red candle, slowly cascading a small stream of liquid wax down its side. The flame from that scarlett candle allowed him to see his mother for the first time. He smiled with the warmth that the memory gave him. He recalled another memory listening to his father whisper incantations as a candle burned. Then meals he ate with his brother were accompanied by a candle. The hours spent studying tomes and scrolls a candle constantly lit his path of thirst and knowledge. Thus it was a given that when Angus reached the status of Arcanist he imbued his magical essence into a candle. This single candle, pure white of body, stood about a hand's length on top of a gold candelabra. Black runes etched the side of the grip that seemed to devour the light in. The one, lone candle stood the same height, regardless of how long the flame burned. The wax gave way, slowly rolling off the edge and down the body only to dissipate into nothingness as it touched the warm metal of the grip. In this, the candle held everything Angus felt and knew.


Our wizard was an honest man and thoughts of power or evil never made home in his mind, hence the pure white of the candle. What drove him was curiosity and the need to see and experience. The candle when lit cast its light into any corner, that was its purpose to bring sight with-in the darkness. Anguss candle did just that and more, with a snap of his fingers the flame sprang to life and anywhere a candle burned it served as a window or door of transportation for Angus. Anywhere that basked in candle light was now within his sight. Throughout the years he watched as wizards developed new magic, he spied on treachery of house politics, even the birth of a baby. Everything was now an open book to him, he was able to take in and watch all manners of life, and on occasion experiencing it for himself. When held, the candelabra opened a portal where Angus could step through and feel the cold stone floor of the secret tower, or bask in the warm breeze of Asmodeuss surf.   Angus found pleasure watching the world unfold, rarely feeling the need to interfere. It was not his role to take action, but to merely watch, sometimes experience, yet always to learn. His pleasant nature, however, would not allow evils to go unhindered, which he intruded as indirectly as possible. There was a time where he thwarted an evil attempt to make a potion of blindness meant for some poor soul. Just as his sinister peer looked away he quickly dropped some rainbow dew and pixie dust into the brew, rendering it useless.  So from his tower situated far into the cold tundra, Angus watched and experienced life.


Time passed. Births and deaths witnessed, then one day, as if on cue, it all changed. He had been studying when he heard the chime of bells. It sounded as though it was just a bit away, however regardless of which direction he turned it seemed to always come from behind him, just beyond his reach. He spent days researching mystic bells and weeks searching through candle light for this chime. He felt mad and exhausted, but sleep did not find him as he was haunted by his need. After cycles of sun and moon, peering by candle light, he felt it. Intense heat emitted. His hands shook as he grasped his candle. His eyes watered as a shape began to take form, a single flame dancing above a floating stone shaped like a rhombus. In its light, Angus saw a skull, a tulip and for some odd reason, he picked up the scent of raspberry jam filling the air. There were other items in his peripheral, strewn across the floor just beyond the flames light, but Angus could only focus on the single flame. The heat, the dance and the bells called to him. As he stepped closer he felt the darkness, the power and the dread held up in the fire. This didnt dissuade him, this moment he stood in front of the ultimate flame! How could he walk away? How could he turn his back on this entity before him? He could reach the pinnacle of his mystic being, he had found the ultimate candle. And with that thought he stepped closer


Illusionist Aleister of the Hall

# The Lore of Headmaster Aleister, The Secret Keeper

## Introduction

On the Sixth College's campus, a tardy student is quite similar to a mouse scurrying across an open field. Both feel the same primal terror as they hear the flutter of wings and feel a shadow pass over them.

If the errant student is lucky, a griffin has escaped from the zoology department and they're about to experience a swift death.

If they're unlucky, the wings belong to the owl Archimedes and The Headmaster is upon them.

Tardiness is a serious offense in the Sixth College. So is littering, loitering, listlessness, laziness, leaving early, leaving late, leaving the griffin enclosure open... those are just a few of the "L"'s in the code of conduct.

Headmaster Aleisterwould say that he and the Sixth College are meticulous and have exacting standards. His detractors in the Collegium Arcanum and more than a few former student would say his perfectionism borders on obsession.

Still, it's hard to argue with the results. A graduate of the Sixth College will earn more on their first job than many make in a year, for it is a trade that is worthless without meticulous and exacting standards.

The Sixth College is the College of Keepers. They keep things out, they keep things in, and they keep things hidden.

Their seal on a strongbox or bank vault is an assurance of security, their seal on a barrow or tomb is a dire warning to would-be adventurers, but many of their seals are hidden to all but the most powerful of wizards and never seen at all.

### Magic

Aleister is a master of abjuration, binding, and illusion.


### Magic

Aleister is a master of abjuration, binding, and illusion.

Although certainly capable of destructive magics, Aleister finds them unseemly. All that blood is liable to leave a stain and explosions tend to unset ones hat.

Why risk making a mess when you can simply banish the troublemaker to an airless pocket dimension for a little while or send maddening voices to drive them insane? It's certainly much tidier.

It would be so much easier to keep everything on schedule and make it to tea on time if the scoundrels and ne'er-do-wells would simply... forget certian unforunate truths.

_Thou Shalt Not Invade Another Mortal Mind_ is one of **The Rules** though and Aleister always follows rules to the letter.

### Rumors

It is said that there is a service The Keepers provide to the Collegium for which they do not charge and you cannot buy.

Knowledge is power in the Runiverse and the wrong knowledge in the wrong hands is a danger to order.

It is said that Aleister and the Sixth College keep many secrets... for as every wizard knows, to keep something secret is to keep it safe.

## Chapter 1

Coming soon...


Sage Nikolas of El Dorado

# A Sage Emerges

Sage Nikolas of El Dorado stood on the edge of the desert, gazing out at the endless expanse of sand and rock. The sun beat down on his labyrinthine head, but he felt no discomfort. For he was a wizard, and he was the protector of El Dorado.

El Dorado was a place that many considered to be lost, fading from memory into legend. It was said that great wealth could be found there, and that those who sought it out would be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams. But Nikolas knew that the true riches of El Dorado lay not in gold or jewels, but within the hearts of those who called the land home.

He looked down at the Joy Staff that he carried with him always. It was a rare and powerful artifact, and it was said to chart the path forward for those who sought El Dorado. It was the one hope of finding the lost land, and Nikolas knew that he must trust in its guidance if he was to succeed in his quest.

With a sigh, Nikolas began to walk. He did not know what dangers lay ahead, but he was not afraid. For he was a wizard, and he was the protector of El Dorado. And with the Joy Staff to guide him, he knew that he could overcome any obstacle that stood in his way.

As he walked, the desert seemed to stretch out endlessly before him. The sun beat down, and the sand shifted beneath his feet. But Nikolas did not falter. He knew that he was following the path that the Joy Staff had laid out for him, and that eventually, he would reach his destination.


And then, after what felt like an eternity, he saw it. El Dorado. The lost land, shimmering in the distance like a mirage. Nikolas quickened his pace as he approached the lost land of El Dorado. He could see the shimmering city in the distance, its golden towers and sparkling jewels a sight to behold.

As he drew closer, he could hear the sounds of life emanating from the city. The tinkling of laughter, the soft strains of music, the clink of goblets. El Dorado was a place of great beauty and splendor, and Nikolas felt his heart swell with pride as he stepped through the gates and into the city.

He was greeted by the people of El Dorado, who welcomed him with open arms and cries of joy. They had been waiting for him, they said, for only he could lead them to the true riches of their land.

But as they walked through the city, Nikolas could see that all was not well in El Dorado. The golden towers had lost some of their luster, and the sparkling jewels were dulled. The people of El Dorado looked tired and worn, as if they had been struggling to hold onto the wealth of their land...


Enchanter Tengukensei of the Quantum Downs

# New Lore Entry

Enchanter Tengukensei

Brewed for a thousand years, imbued with magic that made all things taste like heaven, Enchanter tengukensei burnt down the city on finding the thieves of his Golden Heaven Soy sauce

Gifted with a box of magical fortune cookies, the wizard never made a decision without consultation. His fate was shackled to the sweet treats


Merlin

# Merlin.

Not much is known for certain about The Merlin.

Myth and legend weave with hearsay and rumor.

What is known is that he is Ageless.

Stories abound not just from ancient histories of Arthurian times, but back through antiquity he can be found on pyramid hieroglyphs, Canaanite cave drawings, and even in trace particulate matter from the Total Void of Absolute Nothingness.

This lack of knowledge is compounded by the fact that Merlin himself remembers nothing from before his Great Disappearance of 1,000 years. The last thing he recalls is the tremendous pain of a mysterious dark trauma after which he deemed his own magic too dangerous for this world.  So he cast upon himself a spell of Near-Absolute Amnesia, leaving him with neither memory nor cosmic powers.

Whereas he was once all but omniscient, only rarely now does he catch flashes of the future while gripped with painful blackouts. It is in these fever dreams, however, that he takes inspiration for his next creation.  For the eccentric Merlin now mainly spends his days in his tower as a tinkerer and inventor, alongside his AI clockwork owl, Archimedes.

The greatest of all his inventions is the Runiversal Quantum Generator, powered by the famed artifact: Merlin's Crystal Ball. It sits buried deep under Merlins Tower, and drives a beam of energy up through the buildings core and out through the Cosmic Plasma Sphere atop, providing both Wireless Electricity and Runenet Access for free to all citizens.

While typically locked away in his tower, he does sometimes make appearances in the community to visit the many wizard entrepreneurs he supports as an active Adventure Capitalist. And is also rumored to be spotted at the occasional festival down in Chronomancers Riviera.


Lately with increasing concern over the accelerating growth of the Quantum Shadow, Merlin has convened a Quantum Roundtable including the Council of Thirteen as well as a handful of select Scientist Wizards.  They are now discussing the nature of the risk and what might be done about it.  For the first time in ages, he begins to wonder if going magic-less was the wisest decision after all.

Only time will tell...


Alchemist Trollin of the Palms

# Alchemist Trollin

Trollin was a successful entrepreneur and anuran alchemist who lived in the bustling city of Evermore. He was a skilled alchemist and business owner, but his appearance often disgusted potential lovers, causing him to feel lonely and isolated. Determined to find love, Trollin began studying the ancient art of alchemy and brewing potions.

One day, he discovered the rune of Venus, which was said to be the key to unlocking the power of love. Excited by this discovery, Trollin began experimenting with different potions and brews, using the rune of Venus to channel magic and create a passion potion that would make anyone who drank it fall madly in love with him.

He tested the potion on himself, and to his amazement, it worked. He felt a surge of passion and desire that he had never experienced before. Confident that he had finally found the key to love, Trollin began brewing more of the passion potion, eager to share it with others and find his perfect mate. This led to Trollin founding his own potion and elixir shop named 'Passion'.

As his business grew, Trollin also acquired a companion - a topaz slime that he named Garnet. Garnet was a loyal and intelligent creature, and Trollin found solace in their companionship. Together, Trollin and Garnet continued to brew and sell the passion potion, becoming one of the most successful businesses in all of Evermore.

Despite his success, Trollin never forgot his own loneliness and continued to use the passion potion to try and find love. But as he brewed and consumed more of the potion, he began to notice strange side effects. His moods became increasingly erratic, and he found it harder and harder to control his emotions.


Despite these problems, Trollin was determined to continue using the passion potion to find love. He continued to brew and consume the potion, becoming more and more isolated from others as his behavior grew more and more erratic. But he remained determined to find his perfect mate, even if it meant sacrificing his own health and happiness.


Pyromancer Cassius of the Thorn

# The Lore of Pyromancer Cassius of the Thorn

the lore will soon come...


Diabolos Lightbearer of Worlds

# My first meeting with Diabolos

It had been three days since I had accepted the offer of power from the mysterious @wizard1488. I had been going about my normal life, but each night I was plagued by fantastical and vivid dreams. In one of these dreams, I found myself running for my life through a dark and dangerous forest, pursued by a malevolent beast.

I panted and gasped as I dodged around twisted trees, clambering over twisted roots and tangled brambles that hid a menagerie of shimmering, jittering insects, menacing beasts, and slithering horrors with too many legs. I could feel the searing-hot breath of the beast on my neck, and I was terrified. I slipped and tumbled to the forest floor, cowering. It was over.

But then, there was a sudden flash of blue light and a powerful hooded figure appeared before me, clad in armour that flowed like water and wielding a shimmering boomerang. The figure's face was enshrouded in shadow, with only its fiercely glowing sapphire eyes visible, and an angry-looking ultramarine rhino beetle perched on its shoulder.

"I am @warrior5133, a Dream Knight," the figure said in a deep and resonant voice. "And I am here to save you."

With a graceful movement, Diabolos flung its boomerang, striking the beast and sending it fleeing into the shadows. I was filled with gratitude and awe at the power and skill of the Dream Knight.

"No need for thanks," Diabolos replied gravely. "But be warned, mortal. The realm of dreams is a dangerous place, and you should not venture here alone and without a guide. Do not return here again until you are ready."


"But I don't know how to stop having these dreams!" I cried out. There was no reply, and when I looked up, Diabolos was already gone.

Then I awoke, shaken and disturbed by the intensity of my dream.


Dwarzgarth of The Hills

# The History of Dwarzgarth of The Hills

Im finally home. This is the land I have searched for all my life.

I have walked through many lands, I have played many roles and I have seen many sights.

In my youth, I began my Adventure standing at the end of a road in front of a small brick building. Around me was a forest and a small stream flowed out of a building and down a gully.

When I finished that Adventure I traveled to a land of Wizardry with but a single dungeon, though it was 20 levels deep and full of pits and traps. Each level demanded that I and my five faithful companions hone our skills, enhance our armor, slay the fiercest beasts. In those days maps could not be purchased or found, only the quill and parchment would yield the secrets of the dungeon. There have since been lands and quests and monsters beyond reckoning or recall but some stand out, some so unforgettable. In my youth I hunted the Wumpus, went on a Quest that seemed it would last Forever, I have wandered through Realms now Forgotten, I have spent years reading the Scrolls written by the Elders. I have traveled to exotic Lands by the Borders and been to Baldur, even to its Gates. I have traversed the lands of Rysom and see the devastation of Fallout.


And I have wandered for many years looking for the place I could truly call home. Where I could actually own my land, own my name, own my destiny. And here I have found it. This Realm of Runes long Forgotten yet now awakened. I stand here atop the Secret Tower and see my long lost homeland. It is a wild and unexplored land, with its Sacred Pillars, Battlemage mountains, Hedge Wizards woods and the Quantum Shadow. Who can say what monsters lurk within the Fey or treasures await within the Thorn? But to my bones I burn to explore, to learn the runes that will unlock these lands. What friends will I meet, what bosom companions will bravely join me as we hone our skills in battle and lore and spells?

There is a rumor my son has also made it to this magical land. In his youth I would close each evening by telling him and his two sisters stories of a brave warrior, a magical enchanter, and a clever trickster. To think we might be able to see such stories come to life in this magical land is the dream of a life time.

And there is a girl, I call the hills my home and she hales from the forest. But it is a wonderful match. Her healing staff has turned the tide of many a battle and when matched with her infinity rune her ability to heal is almost limitless.


Of course my faithful companion, Istari, is also at my side, his white fur magically able to blend into shadow or sun. He too has honed his senses and is able to harm in battle or heal as needed. His ability to detect hidden prey is unmatched. Our long travels together have given us an affinity such that we can almost read each others minds. When he is on the prowl or sniffing the air or casting his expert eyes afar, I can see as he sees, smell as he smells and perceive the hidden foe as he perceives. Our coordination in battle is unequaled. His perception of the foes weaknesses is a skill many envy.

My ruby staff has been worn to a smooth comfortable shine. Its heft in my hand is solid enough to strike the occasional wayward kobold, yet its true power is found in the magical focus of the ruby. Of itself the ruby will bring forth great magical ability from my natural affinity to wood and hill. But when focused through the rune of Mercury, (as all know the rune of Mercury is the symbol of war) the power of rune and ruby can bring forth a most devastating blast of power.


Alchemist Faiz of the Hills

# Alchemist Faiz of the Hills - A Call to Action!

_...and what an unexpected re-action! Perhaps Bezoar could scrounge up some more

Oh! Hah! Errr These arent my notes. Uhhh what am I doing again? I knew this Mind Scribe was a bad idea_

_Right! Advertisement!_

_Hello mystic travelers and connoisseurs of the arcane! Faiz is my name, and alchemy is my err... pursuit!_

_
As the distinguished winner of the Arcana Alchemy Awards (AAA) for 1 year running (I think Im allowed to talk about that), it is my destiny to voyage along the explorers edge of alchemic research! Like a cartographer discovering new lands, I am mapping historic discoveries on the aged and tattered maps of our perceptions.

But uhhh Im not actually traveling. Oh no, that would take time from my explorations, you see. One cannot explore and explore at the same time! That is where I need you! Thats right, **you** can contribute to the evolution of ancient wisdoms!_

_So, ye bold traveler - if you happen to so come across materials in your journey, please bring them to my studio in the hills! Usually my familiar, Bezoar, does an excellent job of umm procuring my materials, but as my transmutations become more extravagant, so too must be the properties of which they are derived! Such is the nature of nature, after all!

Specifically if anyone has the following it would be extremely helpful:

- pleghm from the esophagus of a Celestial Drake_

_- salt of tatar from the base of the Great Owl Obelisk_

_- anything from the moon_


_- anything from the moon_

_- all purpose flour

Please, dont make this award winning alchemist take precious moments away from his explorations to travel to faraway lands!

Please!

Okay Mind Scribe, close astral projection.

MIND SCRIBE. CLOSE ASTRALLLL PRO-JECCC.._


Voodoo Priest Caligari of the Marsh

# Voodoo Priest Caligari of the Marsh Meets Taffy the Determined

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The damn mosquitoes! Caligari thought.

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


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

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

_I have a need for speed!_

_A need for a steed_

_Of the most loyal breed._

_Grant me a friend!_

_Until the very end_

_Our friendship will not bend._

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


Alchemist Mina of the Salt

# Alchemist Mina of the Salt

Alchemist Mina of the Salt loved nothing more than mixing magical potions and concocting strange brews. From a young age, she had been fascinated by the mysterious alchemical arts, and had spent countless hours in her small home near the river, experimenting with magical ingredients and creating new and interesting concoctions.

Mina's best friend was a purple cat, who often accompanied her on her adventures. Together, they had explored the forests and streams near their home, finding odd objects and ingredients to incorporate into Mina's alchemical concoctions.

One day, Mina was experimenting with a rare potion that was said to give the drinker the power to understand the language of birds. She was so engrossed in her work that she failed to notice a strange figure lurking in the shadows. Suddenly, the figure stepped forward and revealed himself as a wizard from the Great Woods. He had heard tales of Mina's alchemical prowess and wanted to take her on an adventure with him.

Mina was excited and scared at the same time. Yet, she couldn't resist the opportunity to explore the unknown and see the world. She agreed to join the wizard and set off on a journey with him and her beloved purple cat.


Battle Mage Samuel of the Heath

# The Geomancer
I speak of Samuel of the Heath, a geomancer so grand,

Who ventured deep into the unknown with his own two hands.

He thought to wield the power of the earth, to heal and to protect,

But he was met with a bitter lesson, to be kept in check.

---

The mystery of magick Samuel found deep in his family's mine,

Where runes were carved within the walls, the secrets they did shine.

He read and studied them each day, seeking to unlock their might,

And soon he found his power grew with each passing night.

---

He practiced the magick inside the mine, 'neath the earth and its core,

Where no one else could hear him chant or see what he had in store.

But soon enough his newfound power began to take its toll,

And Samuel felt that something dark was lurking in his soul.

---

He used his newfound power over earth to turn stone to gold,

To make himself a fortune and a life of wealth untold.

But soon he found his greed had grown beyond his control,

And the dark magick called out for something of a toll.

---
He thought that he could use the magick as he pleased,

But little did he know its secrets it would not appease.

For every coin he made from stone, another piece of him was lost,

Until finally one day the magick controlled him at any cost.

---

He thought to master the magick and bend it to his will,

But soon he found himself enslaved, with no time to stand still.

For even when he tried to stop, the power within him churned,

Until the day his mind was lost and his fate was finally earned.

---
The voice whispered in his ear "Dig deep Sam" and he could not resist,


---
The voice whispered in his ear "Dig deep Sam" and he could not resist,

So deep into the ground he went and the truth he could not miss.

The magick was far too powerful, and the cost too great to bare,

It drove him mad and deep into the earth, his own final lair.

---

He tapped into the unseen force and cast his spells with glee,

But he failed to understand the source, and so his fate would be.

For as he grew in power and pride, his sanity did wane,

Until the day he finally went mad, the cost of his gain.

---

We must remember this man's fate, and learn from his mistake,

That power must be used with care, and not for our own sake.

For the cost of magick's misuse is far too high to pay,

It can take away our reason, and drive us far away.

---

So heed this warning dear friends, and be sure to take your time,

For even the geomancer, who thought to know it all,

Lost himself and his mind.

---

It is said that Samuel still lies in his tomb,

Deep in the ground where he fell,

His hands clasped around the gold he made,

His fate now a dark tale to tell.


Enchanter Finn of the Brambles

This is enchanter finn of the brambles

The sire of 50% of all wizards.
witches love him , wizards and warriors love being around him.

He drinks like a fish , screws like a rabbit, fights like a warrior.


Druid Moka of the Wold

# Moka's Magic Stick and Mutt Triumph

Druid Moka of the Wold was a powerful wizard, known for his mastery of magic and his unusual affinity for nature. He was often seen wearing his brown coveralls, which he had enchanted to provide him with extra protection and strength in battle.

One day, while out wandering the forest, Druid Moka came across a group of mischievous goblins causing chaos and destruction wherever they went. The goblins had already set fire to a nearby field, and were about to move on to the next village.

Druid Moka knew that he had to act quickly in order to stop the goblins from causing any more damage. He summoned his trusty field dog, a loyal companion who had been by his side for many years, and together they charged towards the goblins.

The wizard brandished his big magic stick, a formidable weapon that he had spent years crafting and imbuing with powerful spells. With a few swift strikes, he was able to defeat the goblins and put out the fire, saving the village and the surrounding forest.

From that day on, Druid Moka was hailed as a hero, and the people of the Wold looked upon him with awe and respect. He continued to protect the forest and its inhabitants, using his magic and his unwavering determination to keep them safe from harm.

But despite his heroics, Druid Moka couldn't help but be a little embarrassed by the fact that he had been saved by his trusty field dog, who had barked and chased the goblins away, allowing Druid Moka to finish them off. He made a mental note to always bring treats for his dog on their adventures, just in case they ran into any more goblins.


Summoner Maia of the River

# The Goblins, the Bunny, and the Summoner

Maia of the River was a powerful and respected summoner, known throughout the kingdom for her incredible ability to call forth powerful beings from other dimensions. She was an Enchantress, skilled in the art of weaving spells that allowed her to control the creatures she summoned... most of the time.

Maia was easily recognizable by her signature pet, a small dirt rabbit that she had named Bunny. Bunny was incredibly loyal and intelligent... for a dirt rabbit. Despite her best efforts, Maia often found herself in hilarious and chaotic situations because of Bunny's mischievous nature.

One of Maia's most famous creations was her Egg of Unknown Beast, which she used to summon powerful and mysterious creatures from other dimensions. This egg was incredibly rare and highly sought-after, and Maia was the only one who knew the secret recipe... which she had accidentally left on the kitchen counter one day and came back to find Bunny had eaten it. Oops.

One day, Maia was summoned to the castle to protect the kingdom from a group of mischievous goblins who had been causing chaos and destruction wherever they went. She knew that she would need all of her summoning skills to defeat these creatures, so she summoned her trusty Rune of Mars and set out to face the goblins.


Despite her great success as a summoner, Maia remained humble and dedicated to her art... except when she was boasting to her friends about her latest summoning achievements. She continued to experiment and innovate, always striving to create even more powerful and fascinating spells... even though most of them ended up blowing up in her face. She was known to carry a Rune of Mars with her at all times, which she used to amplify her summoning abilities... when she remembered where she put it. With this powerful tool, Maia knew that she could protect the kingdom from any threat that may come its way... as long as Bunny didn't accidentally summon the wrong creature again.

As she faced the goblins, Maia summoned a powerful being from another dimension to aid her in battle. She thought she had summoned a fierce and powerful dragon, but instead she got a small and adorable kitten. Despite its lack of combat skills, the kitten proved to be surprisingly effective at defeating the goblins, using its cuteness to confuse and distract them.

In the end, Maia and the kitten were able to defeat the goblins and save the kingdom, much to the surprise and amusement of everyone present. From that day on, Maia was known as the "Enchantress with the Adorable Kitten", and the people of the kingdom looked upon her with a mixture of awe, respect, and amusement. She continued to protect the kingdom, using her incredible summoning skills and her trusty Rune of Mars... as long as she could remember where she put it.


Mystic Jeldor of Avalon

# The Lore of Mystic Jeldor of Avalon

No. I already told you I sold it. Jeldor said, calling out over his shoulder as he crested the summit of Delmars Falls.

You WHAT?!! screeched a loud, hissing sound. Like steel that were grated against shards of broken glass. Jeldor didnt have to turn to feel Kalares following shortly behind. The soul-tether was still intact, thank the light for that. The small toad floated behind with its large unblinking eyes and discomforting golden glow.

Jeldor grunted. You know the risks better than anyone when a Wizard travels off-world. Preparations cost money.  The merchants guild said our target is some kind of zombie called Deadfellaz. And if I get infected? You got any blood-cleanse potions on you? No? Oh yeah you dont even have hands anymore.

I do miss hands. Kalares muttered quietly. But with the Sacred Flame and your Ascension youd have so much power!

Jeldor took a large swig from his canteen and tossed it back in the sack. Or the flame melts my body to goo.  You always were reckless Kal.

The toads large eyes stared back. Though Kalares showed no emotion, Jeldor felt the toads shame reverberate through the soul-tether.

Ok then, lets get on with it. Jeldor finished placing the final stone and stepped back. The air was charged as the wizard performed the weaves with skill and precision.

WAGMI he cried and the portal formed wide.  Lets go find a Zombie! and the pair walked through. The portal closed behind them and the wind blasted in a huff as if the Heavens had exhaled.


Hedge Wizard Celah of the Hall

# The Goblin Whisperer: Adventures of a Jolly Wizard

One day, Celah received word that a group of mischievous goblins had been causing trouble in a nearby town. Celah, accompanied by his trusty slime Emerald, set off to investigate. When they arrived, they found the town in chaos. Buildings were on fire, people were running in all directions, and the goblins were laughing and cackling as they wreaked havoc.

Celah quickly sprang into action, using his Joy Staff to cast spells of happiness and positivity on the goblins. At first, the goblins didn't seem to be affected, but as Celah continued to cast his spells, they gradually began to change. Their laughter turned to giggles, their cackling turned to chuckles, and soon they were all smiling and having a good time.

The townspeople were amazed at the transformation, and they thanked Celah profusely for saving them from the goblins. From that day on, Celah became known as the "Goblin Whisperer," and he continued to use his Joy Staff to spread happiness and positivity wherever he went.

As for the goblins, they learned their lesson and never caused trouble in that town again. They even became friendly with Celah, and would often visit him to chat and have a good time. Celah was happy to have made some new, unlikely friends.


Magus Tumbaj of the Mount

# Magus Tumbaj of the Mount (#3147)

_(Affinity): Darkness (Alignment): Neutral (Faction): White Hat_

*Enigmatic by nature, Magus Tumbaj is something of a recluse. Although he bares no rune, he is a sorcerer with an obsession to strange- aesthetic and ceremonial practices. He leads these rituals to achieve various states of altered consciousness as he makes his way up and down the cosmic ladder (axis-mundai).*

Knowledge is kept that Tumbaj had a body long- long ago, however, It's said after grabbing a bunch of mushrooms from a local tavern, the sorcerer then set out to perform a ritual that forever changed him at Dream Master Lake.

> *Little is known of what happened that night, but the tale goes as follows:*

> At the height of a mushroom trip, Magus Tumbaj drew leylines and hieroglyphs all over his physical form and hung himself with a vine from **Yggdrasil** *(the great tree at Dream Master Lake)*. It was understood he was in pursuit of deeper mysteries that dwelt beyond the meager constraints of mortality. For 9 days and 9 nights he swung to- and fro, no food, no water, teetering on the precipice of life and death until chaos stirred in the waters below and vibration gave way to shape and form. No one knows what was seen in the visions of Dream Master Lake that night. It's one of those unutterable things that is personal to Tumbajs experience alone. Whatever it was, Tumbaj reached up in an instant to sever the vine that suspended him above the glowing waters, drawing himself, drowning himself, ever closer to the ***otherside***.


Alchemist Rita of the Marsh

# The Lore of Alchemist Rita of the Marsh

Ritrinel Rirrilyn, known simply as Rita, was the only daughter of Llewellyn Lellyn, the hidden king without a kingdom, and his wife Einnailyn.

Born with a natural magic that felt like luck, Rita could communicate with vast systems of plant life, and heal fauna with a simple touch. She spent much of her childhood playing with the badgers, snakes, and songbirds that dwelt in her corner of the Frog Marsh, nestled between The Thorn and The Fey. And, until she left home on her 18th birthday, Rita had not spoken to a human.

One of the last souls created in the First Age of Wizards, and endowed with an especially-long life expectancy, Rita enjoyed the charms of youth long into adulthood. She was insatiably curious and energetic, yet gullible and unrefined. Her lack of pretense allowed her to make friends easily - including many unexpected ones - but caused suspicion among well-to-do city-dwellers and Wizards of the Academy.

Rita acquired her Astral Potion after a Purple Wizard living near the Psychic Leap exploded his workshop while trying to discover new spells, sending its contents flying across the known lands. (A few marsh birds guided Rita to where the potion had landed, just inside The Thorn, minutes after the explosion.) When she turned her purse into a magical hip pouch by touching it with the potion, she knew she had stumbled across something special.

Rita left the Frog Marsh that next Tuesday.


Necromancer Orange Menace

# The resurgeance of the Necromancer

Orange Menace was once a powerful necromancer who hailed from a land unknown to most. No one knows how he came to possess a pumpkin as a head, or why he chose to embrace the dark arts. Some say he made a pact with a demon, while others believe he was cursed by a powerful witch.

Despite his strange appearance, Orange Menace was a formidable sorcerer. He commanded powerful dark magic, and was feared by all who knew of his existence. He was always accompanied by his loyal familiar, a crackjacker crow, who assisted him in his dark deeds.

The Orange Menace was the leader of a sinister cult, dedicated to summoning long forgotten beasts from the shadows and bringing them back into the world. He used a grim reaper's skull as a prop to cast his spells, and his cultists would gather around him to witness the terrible power of his magic.

The Orange Menace's ultimate goal was to plunge the world into darkness, and rule over it as its supreme necromancer. He cared for nothing and no one, and would stop at nothing to achieve his dark ambitions. While many still believe Orange Menace is nothing but a distant memory, a cautionary tale of the dangers of dabbling in the dark arts, some say that his spirit still lingers, waiting for the right moment to rise again and unleash his dark magic upon the world once more.

As the years passes whispers are being heard that Orange Menace grows stronger in the shadows by the days. New followers are said to be joining its dark cult.
Orange Menace is on the brink of making a comeback. It has built up a loyal following, and is planning to summon even more powerful beasts from the shadows to serve it. And as its power grows, so does the fear and terror it inspires in all those who know of its existence.


But despite its growing strength, the Orange Menace remains hidden, waiting for the right moment to strike. And when it does, the world will tremble at the might of the Orange Menace, the most powerful necromancer to ever walk the earth.


Summoner Maia of the River

# The Summoner and the Dirt Rabbit: A Laugh-Out-Loud Tale of Magic and Mayhem

Maia of the River was a legendary summoner known throughout the land for her incredible ability to conjure powerful beings from other dimensions. She was an Enchantress, skilled in the art of weaving spells that allowed her to control the creatures she summoned... most of the time.

Maia was easily recognizable by her signature pet, a mischievous dirt rabbit named Bunny. Despite Maia's best efforts, she often found herself in hilarious and chaotic situations because of Bunny's unpredictable nature.

One of Maia's most prized creations was her Egg of Unknown Beast, which she used to summon mysterious and powerful creatures from other dimensions. This egg was incredibly rare and highly sought-after, but Maia's joy was short-lived when she came back to her kitchen one day to find Bunny had eaten the secret recipe. Oops.

Despite her great success as a summoner, Maia remained humble and dedicated to her art... except when she was bragging to her friends about her latest summoning achievements. She continued to experiment and innovate, always striving to create even more powerful and fascinating spells... even though most of them ended up backfiring in her face. She was known to always carry a Rune of Mars with her, which she used to amplify her summoning abilities... when she remembered where she put it. With this powerful tool, Maia knew she could protect the kingdom from any threat that may come its way... as long as Bunny didn't accidentally summon the wrong creature again.


Faust Impaler of the Rock

# Impaler of the Rock

"You can't be serious!"
"With only a Tuck?!"
"You're no great adventurer!"
"Go back home to your hound and your field!"

These thoughts swam through Faust's head as he made his way up the mountain. From here he could see the smoke from his town's forge in the distance. He was going to do this. He was going to make it to the top of the mountain.

The thing about this particular mountain was that it cast a shadow over his town. More specifically, at a crucial point in the season, the peak of the mountain covered the entirety of one of his fields. Faust had been steadily losing crops year after year and it had gotten to the breaking point. His mother was sick and he needed that extra crop to pay for the care she needed. So he was going to do something about it.

All his work in the field prepared his body well for the climb. But it wasn't the climb he was worried about. Once he got to the top he'd need to shave off the entire peak in order to let the sun shine on his field. But he was no wizard. He had no spell for blowing peaks off mountains. Instead he has his Tuck. A long thin sword given to him by a traveler that he fed and housed a few years ago. The traveler had insisted Faust take the Tuck as well his yellow kite shield as payment for helping him in his time of need. Faust had initially refused, explaining he had no need for weapons and shields on his farm, but the traveler urged him to take them saying: "the time will come when these items could mean life or death". This wasn't exactly what Faust had in mind at the time, but he was grateful to at least have something with him now.


Finally, after a grueling journey, the peak was in sight. Faust's plan was to start at the top and chip away until he could see the sun shining through to his field. He was prepared to stay days or even weeks at the top to accomplish his task. But as it happened, that wouldn't be necessary.

The peak was not as solid as the rest of the mountain had been. Where the base of the mountain was solid stone, the peak was made up of rocks of all sizes stacked on top of one another. As Faust looked closer, he saw that the rocks weren't just randomly assorted either. They were neatly stacked in an arching pattern. Almost as if they had been placed there on purpose...

But that couldn't be. Who would build on to the top of a mountain like this? What purpose could it serve? No one ever traveled up here. There was no reason for any of this. The only thing this peak did was shade his field and hurt his yearly crop. And the mountain had done that for as long as Faust could remember. Since before his father died when Faust was a boy and he was forced to take over the farm to support his family. It had always been that way. But what about before? Was there a time when the field was not in shadow and the crops were more plentiful? Surely his mother would know something and he could always ask her when he returned home. But now, his focus remained on what he set out to do: destroy the peak.