*So it feeds on the Sun Lily I wonder if it makes use of those toxins as a defence against predators.*

The Shaman silently pulled an arrow from his quiver and notched it to his bowstring. The arrows head was not pointed, but flared into four inward-curving prongs. After piercing the flesh of the beast, the arrow would wrap threads of enchantment around its entire body, temporarily paralysing it so that Pan could take his time putting a soothing on the animal.

He drew the bow, fingers brushing his lips as he loosed the arrow. It flew straight and true, but at that moment the air around the animal congealed into the shape of a Rune of Mars, trapping the arrow in mid-air just inches from its flank.

The creature struggled vainly against the bonds of air. Pan snorted in surprise and annoyance and strode forward, determined to confront whoever had interfered with his hunt. As he approached, a huge onyx wolf emerged from the undergrowth, its jet-black fur glistening menacingly. Pan extended an appeasing hand and murmured to the wolf in gentle tones, but shifted his stance subtly, signalling to the wolf that while he meant it no harm, he was not afraid to defend himself if necessary.

It was clear that the wolf was a familiar; the Shaman delved into its mind, searching for its connection to the wizard that was no doubt nearby.

*Get out of my familiars head, Shaman, we come in peace.*

Pan pulled back his thoughts, eyes scanning the forest, then spoke out loud.

If you come in peace, then show yourself.

I am here, Shaman, if you look closely enough.


Shaman Pan of the Forest

I am here, Shaman, if you look closely enough.

Pan gave a start as the wizard suddenly appeared behind the wolf. The Shaman blinked in surprise, unnerved that the man had managed to conceal himself so well. No matter his magic, this was Pans forest, and usually nothing escaped his attention.

The wizards youthful face was kind, and the green band pulling his dark hair back from his forehead marked him as a medicine man. In a large pouch strapped to his back he carried a giant white egg covered in shimmering blue patterns.

Pan relaxed. I have heard whispers of you from the forest, @wizard3916. I have no quarrel with you. I too am a Green Wizard and even though I do not work at the Green Councils behest, I believe our goals are aligned."

Baird smiled brightly at him. I have heard of you too, Shaman Pan of the Forest. In fact, Ive been looking for you. I have a proposition for you. But first, I think this creature here may hold the key to a cure I have been working on. All I need is a sample of its blood, and then you may do with it what you wish.

The Shaman nodded, gesturing for Baird to continue, and settled himself on the ground to wait.

# Chapter 3: Eric
Pan and Baird sat in companionable silence as the herbs brewed in the pot on the fire. To one side, Fester lay curled up between the forepaws of Skadi, Bairds wolf familiar.


It had been months since their first encounter in the southern reaches of The Thorn. Since dealing with that first beast, the Shaman and the Battle Mage had built up a strong connection as they worked their way northwards through the wild tangle of The Thorn and into the brighter, more open woods of The Fey, hunting down other creatures. Pan had been surprised at how quickly he had bonded with Baird. He had always worked alone, and had liked it that way, but the Mages companionship was simple and unassuming, and he had a refreshingly pure connection with the natural world that Pan had not encountered in his dealings with other wizards. In Pans experience, wizards  even Greens  had lost their affinity for Nature, trying to subjugate her rather than recognising their place as part of a wider, interconnected consciousness.

They had been tracking this latest beast for several days. It was proving elusive, its shapeshifting abilities allowing it to evade their pursuit, but right now they had other things to worry about Pans large ears twitched at the faint sound of rustling leaves. Hes close again, he murmured softly to his friend. Be ready, Im finding it hard to decipher his intentions.

Baird nodded almost imperceptibly and clenched his fist. Pan could see the faint glow from the Rune of Mars on Bairds palm seeping between the Battle Mages clenched fingers as the magic flared, unbidden. Skadi showed barely any outward sign that she was aware of the intruders, but Pan could sense the tension in her coiled muscles and see the intensity reflected in her golden eyes. Fester, too, was alert, his nose and whiskers quivering.

The strangers voice rang out boldly from the darkness.

Aye, you know Im here, and you know Ive been watching you. It seems like you two could use some help with that rune-torn shapeshifter.


As he finished speaking, the stocky, red-bearded man stepped into the firelight and pulled back a blue hood lined in gold, unleashing a shock of fiery hair. A large, shaggy dog padded up next to him and eyed the group warily.

The names @wizard1182, friends, and this here is Shimmer. Dont let the hood fool you, I too am a Green Wizard. Pan motioned wordlessly to the newcomer and he nodded, walking over to sit down on a moss-covered rock.

Thank you, Shaman. I havent come forward until now, but there is no doubt in my mind that your connections to the forest run deep  both you and the medicine man. He nodded respectfully at Baird.

Welcome, Eric of the Grotto. We have been watching you, too. Please, say your piece, said Pan.

Im pleased to hear that youre open to discussion, friends. You see, were not the only ones hunting these beasts. There are higher powers operating in the Fey. Ive made a pact with @wizard777 to relocate any creature I capture back to the Seventh Realm. There was a beast slayer from that realm meddling in my operations last spring, but once the Sphinx intervened he agreed to stick to his own realm. Nevertheless, since then the woods have become rather crowded and I do not like the types Ive been encountering.

## Story Arc Index:
Prologue: @wizard2875

Part 1: @wizard3032

Part 2: @wizard1182

Part 3: @wizard3282

Part 4: @wizard3916

Part 5: @wizard2550

Part 6: @wizard3919

Part 7: @pony433


Thaumaturge Gorgana of the Valley

An alien who could never assimilate in the Runiverse, and so she returned to the stars, to a space capable of holding the breadth of her limitless magic. Wild Women are meant to be free, not tamed by wizards with a genetic predisposition to misunderstanding her kind.

*/// area 71 trAnsmiSSion-eX +++*


Battle Mage Khudalf of the Desert

# Battle Mage Khudalf of the Desert
#
The lupine wizard leered at the stubborn creature in front of him. When he became a blacksmith he never thought hed be working at the stables. Where did it all go wrong? he asked. I was supposed to be making swords for warriors. Not shoes for ponies. The stubborn creature stared blankly at him and let out a neigh.
#
When your work is done youre welcome to make whatever weapon your angry little heart desires, Khudalf. The woman was familiar with the Battle Mage who had too often fitted the banded iron onto the stubborn pony. Khudalf knew what he was doing, but he just wasnt taking even the slightest interest in his work. He moved the iron band onto the creatures hoof, fitting the horseshoes perfectly with a few deft swings and clangs.
#
Khudalf stood, extending his arms to the side in a stretching motion, breathing out the days frustrations. All set. Pay at the front. The man with wolf-like features stood at least two heads taller than the woman who led the now iron-clad pony out the stable doors. Khudalf wasnt in the mood to entertain the woman today. Being so lost in his own thoughts lately, he even forgot her name. As she walked off he considered whether he was too curt with the woman, but he soon realised that it didnt matter.
#
He cleaned up his work area and closed up for the day. He day dreamed of his home in the Mountains near the Yellow Wizard Haven, seeing a picture of his previous life in his minds eye. Or was he only imagining it? It had been more than 3 years now since he moved North. He missed the food the most, and would never forget the taste of grilled sandshrew.
#


#
As he headed out and closed up the stables, he felt his foot meet the familiar feeling of soft and squishy manure. Looks like that woman had been offended after all.
#
By the Beasts I hate Goblin Town.


Arch-Magician Fabio of the Desert

# Arch-Magician Fabio of the Desert

Arch-Magician Fabio knew his time in the Red Wizard Capital would soon expire. It was inevitable now.

In these trying last days, he often wished he could return to his home in the sand. Despite the burning sun, the sand there had always felt cooler and softer than any other. It had been so many years now he could barely remember the secret route through the twisting dunes -- past Zaro's Oasis, over the southern ridge, then... *he snapped out of it*, there were bigger problems now.

The Arch-Magician's fragile alliance with the red-hats had deteriorated drastically in recent weeks. Wizards across the Runiverse were gathering to perform an unholy act -- the unlocking of the Gate of the Seventh Realm. Fabio knew that releasing the beasts inside would have grave consequences, not just for his old homeland, but for the Capital too. Sealed within the confines of the Seventh Realm were seven fearsome creatures; gods from an ancient time, now forgotten by the world. *And these fools would see the creatures return.*

He drew on every political connection he had, imploring the Capital to intervene before it was too late, to keep the gate sealed forever. Maybe if the Red Wizards could destroy enough keys they could ensure that this train of destruction would be stopped. And yet, Fabio knew that even if he could convince them, the most determined wizards may still find another way to open the realm.


But Fabio's pleas to the Capital fell on deaf ears. At one time, the Red Wizards were masters of financial strategy and political persuasion; they were not afraid to use their financial might to steer the course of the Runiverse. In a way this was still true, but internal rivalries, squabbling, and betrayals had significantly eroded the Red Wizards' ability to form a unified strategy. When confronted with Fabio's concerns over the beasts soon to be unleashed, the Capital elites could barely draw their minds away from the vast riches said to lay inside the Seventh Realm.

Now, the Unlocking ceremony is done. The seven beasts have been released, their spawn already already multiplying at a dangerous rate.

Fabio exited the Great Hall and gathered his scattered belongings in a flurry of swift motion. The Midas Rod, still glowing from his last Arcane ritual, was tucked tightly into his pebbled leather backpack along with a vial of glowing liquid and a book titled Other Worlds Vol III. Skramps looked up at him with questioning eyes. Fabio felt the need to explain himself. Afterall, he was going to need Skramps' help.

> The Red Wizards have failed. We are wasting our time here. We have to stop the beasts before they overrun the whole land. Don't worry buddy, I know someone else that might help us...


Battlemage Eizo of the Gnostics

# New Lore Entry

>   I woke up from my dream;
>   I remember being in a temple,.We prayed together in there.
>   Do you see the torch in my hand?
  >>It was given to me by a wizard named Zodiac, who took me inside the Mystery Enclave,we build the Temple together.

>!pray

Long live TempleDao!


Calliope of the Grotto

The journey to ruling the kingdom is fought across many planes and is often route with battles in the shadow before victory.  Come delight with Calliope of the Grotto and rest in the comfort of the muse.  She will unearth your many hidden talents and inspire you to ignite the strength and allure of who you are and who youre meant to be.  Youre safe here with the muse for there has never been a beast or a spawn mighty enough or a spell strong enough to penetrate her veil.

 Fear not the future, for the she can see that you already have the answers to all that ails you and the vision for all that excites you.  As a muse, Calliope of the Grotto is but a mirror and will show you how to give rise to the towering influence and capacity that lies within you.  Spend time with her and your power, bravery and fortitude will triumph over any other, as you shed light on the path and guide us all home.


Magus Iprix of the Swell

#

Deep within the mountain cliffs, Magus Iprix paced as his serpent licked at the air as if he could taste the danger ahead. They had come across a door with unfamiliar symbols, but it was assuredly the tomb entrance spoken of by the locals.
---

He stopped, suddenly and rummaged through his robe pockets. Cluttered with parchment and old bread crumbs, he sifted through until his hand clasped a large, rough object. As his hand retreated, a lime green stone emerged, radiant and glowing; his rune had awoken in this ancient place.
---

Magus affixed the stone to his staff and evoked the ancient words from a manuscript he had read a hundred times. With a thunderous roar, the door tore open and revealed an entryway darker than the darkest night. With great hesitation he forged on, followed closely by his familiar into the abyss; oh, what adventure awaits
---


Conjurer Aleister of the Desert

Conjurer Aleister of the Desert #3042

The desert is said to be a place for none. A place of banishment. Arid and hot without fluidity of life. Yet, a traveler may find solace when approaching Aleister the Conjurer. At the edge of the pyramid, or so one thinks, lies a bushel of apples and frogs atop resting. Aleister, welcomes the weary traveler with a bite from an apple. A mixture of sweet juices and secretion from glands of the frogs allows the traveler a peak into a new dimension. Aleister whispers to the traveler, Take this new vision, and with it more life, and head to your kingdom perched high in the skies


Shadow Mage Pumlo from the Shadow

Shadow Mage Pumlo from the Shadow, was exactly that, born and raised in the shadows cast by his fire spell. He was lucky to have been born into the cult that bestowed upon him the rune of lime that was the source of his power, without it he would have not been able to navigate the dark wet cave that was his home. It was all he had ever known but he enjoyed his cave dwelling and solitary lifestyle. Though he never had any family he always had his forever bat by his side, the only company he ever kept for every traveler that crossed his path would gasp with fear when they laid eyes on his pale green skin...

...They would turn in terror and run deep into the cave, often without a way of lighting their path or knowing where the exit was. Many had been lost in the cave and never found their way out, doomed to feed the cave creatures that hungered for whatever flesh they could find. It was like this for quite some time until one day he realized, perhaps people wouldn't fear him if he helped them navigate the labyrinth that he'd come to know so well. There was only one problem, how could he get close enough to help those who feared him? He looked to his familiar and it was then he realized he could use the bats of the cave to guide those who had been lost safely through. This is what he did and with great success... usually.

...After some time merchants began to recognize his familiar and gave the hermitical wizard a chance to prove he was more than circumstances of his birth. Once they realized he was no threat many traders and travelers would contract him to assist them traveling through the maze of a cave. His fire spell was essential for anyone looking to access the shortcut through the mountainous pass, he was not a wizard to be fear, he was only misunderstood. He enjoyed his new found company, even if it was only for a while.


Boko the Saintly

Protect the herd. From time when I was born

to now, grey-muzzled. Runes helped me to find

the hidden springs, sweet grass. A chance to warn

of danger, ears pricked. Whinny. Leave behind

the gentle lands at threat of man or beast

or strange creature from shadow. All is path,

all footsteps. From the famine to the feast

I did my duty, in my pride. But half

of me is missing, and one day I smelled

a breeze blowing from somewhere worlds away

I followed, and so quickly I beheld

a little hag, holding a wolf at bay

with nothing more than magic. Full of pride,

she climbed onto my backstill now, she rides.


Hex Mage Tengukensei of the Platonic Shadow

From the ashes may them rise, never breaking the cycle of infinity...


Pyromancer Sisk of the Fey

Art by Karl Agli

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Arcanist Eliphas of the Keep

He had much oral lore which he told with great dramatic power.


Larissa of Alfheim

# Larissa of Alfheim
#
Larissa specializes in the art of illusion magic. She is a master of creating false images and deceiving her opponents. Her skills are legendary and she is respected by many for her knowledge and power. She is brings light to darkness and can be trusted to keep any secret.
#
Her companion is a rat called Olaf.  Olaf was Larissa's brother but was turned into a rat during a quest to obtain the Staff of Antioch.  Larissa has made it her life long quest to turn Olaf back into human form.


Billie Jean the Great

@pony389 is so great because of her jeans. The jeans she used to wear, before becoming a real pony, were infused with magic, kind of like the hat that made Frosty the Snowman come to life.

--

See, Billy Jean was her name as the toy pony that @wizard4365 had as a child. His name "of the Mount" has a double meaning here. Jabir loved riding his toy pony all the time playing pretend that he was leading warriors into battle! Or helping out the family farm. One of his relatives gifted him a pair of jeans for a birthday. They told him they had magic powers, but didn't explain further.

Jabir, one day while playing with Billie Jean, decided that since her name had 'Jean' in it, it would be *fitting* for her to wear the jeans! While she wore them, Jabir swore he didn't need his imagination quite as much while playing pretend. Barely any, actually, as Billie Jean seemed to be able to move on her own!

--

As Jabir grew up & grew away from his favortie childhood toy friend, she became little more than a memory. That is, until the Pony Summoning ceremony where select wizards get to summon a real pony to be their great companion. Turns out those memories & the bond Jabir had with Billie Jean was so powerful, she was the pony he summoned, no longer just a toy! Those magic jeans *may* have had something to do with it...

Now @wizard4365 & @pony389 are together at last, forever & will do great things in the coming years!


Sorcerer Danny of the Dunes

Well, if you wanted honesty

That's all you had to say

I never want to let you down

Or have you go, it's better off this way

For all the dirty looks

The photographs your boyfriend took

Remember when you broke your foot

From jumping out the second floor?

I'm not okay


Cosmic Mage Lavinia of the Platonic Shadow

##
# The Queen of Flying Shadows

The fire was not her attack but her defense. Her weapons were the birds she had grown up with.
She never trusted any other species but them. Her human characteristics had allowed her to learn the art of the drone and with that she defended her little friends. Growing up she had become the leader and had the ability to communicate with them through the sound of her triangle, the only object with which she had been abandoned on a nest near an olive tree in southern Italy.
Her magical power was awareness, she was interested in neither the past nor the future, all her concentration was in the present.
Even if she is an enlightened being she has chosen to live in the shadow and darkness of the Platonic Caves with her friends. Everyone fears her, as standing against her means risking going against all the birds of the planet.
Her triangle has extraordinary power and has allowed her to come into contact with every species in every place. She does not order but simply asks and the birds always respond to her every request.
Feared by all wizards, she has kept away from them and this makes her more than happy.
She has never been violent and has never fought.  Her wish is to continue not to.
She is well-known as... The Queen of Flying Shadows


Suki Dissector of the Alley

# Introducing
# Suki Dissector of the Alley

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zktBnO4Yu34

The Alley, the yard, the herbivores...

Suki cuts the grass, Herbie chomps it up.

Who is the grass cutter?


Blood Eater Revenant Marceline of the Death Cloud

**Revenant**

A geriatric from Newcastle upon Tyne is delighted when she gets the chance to take part in the final of The Keep. However, her chances are scuppered by an angyy elephant. In an angry rage, the geriatric kills her cousin.


Shadow Mage Cassandra of the Obelisk

# Lore of the Shadow Mage Cassandra of the Obelisk

## Long, long ago...
Legends says that the land originally belonged to giants, who controlled a kingdom which spawned the entire continent. The old races lived under-foot or amongst the mountains and forests to avoid the powerful giants. At some point, a great flock of dragons flew from across the sea, bringing with them enslaved humans and dragonborn. Upon the backs of their slaves, they began building a kingdom of their own, and battling the giants for control of the continent. This Gargantuan War lasted thousands of years, with the might of the dragons steadily devastating the old giant kingdom. In their most dire moment, a great sorcerer giant king used his magic to destroy the entirety of the dragons kingdom, thereby ending the war and creating the Ravagelands. The gargantuan races were both decimated, making room for the other races to flourish. In the ensuing thousands of years, many kingdoms rose and fell across the continent, some remembered and some thoroughly forgotten.

## Less long ago but still a good while
The Ravagelands became home to a host a dark creatures and demonics. A demonic princess named Cassandra who had lived amongst the Drow in the Underdark became envious of the flourishing lands above and launched a campaign to conquer the surface world. Cassandra bolstered her forces with outcast humans, promising them great power in exchange for their souls. As Cassandras power grew and things began to look dire for the surface races, the gate of Aasim opened and produced the nine archons of the Triad.

The saga of the @wizard8677 is just beginning...


Thaumaturge Vadim of the Lake

# Forgotten Vadim

For Vadim, being **Forgotten** does not result in absence of presence.

It results in *peace* and *prosperity*


Magus Victoria of the Hills

Not everyone was born a Wizard, for that matter. Like.... you know, all of us. The seven-point- nine-five billion of us. Lets focus in on three, in their 20s. Ned, Pez, and JP, who played a little loose with the truth and ended up living in an immense mansion in the Hollywood Hills. But even the raging Influencer Party they threw last night (remnants everywhere and no cleaning crew is going to mop this one up) wont save their plummeting status as all-important Influencers, having spent the night locked in a bathroom (to much weed and whiskey) while their competitors (younger, sexier, more TikTokd) took all the credit.

~

In the cold light of morning  and in the ruins of their crime-scene-taped rental mansion  the realitys all too clear. Oh... they used to be the shit. Together, they rocked almost a million followers. Now, Ned has a few thousand, Pez a few hundred, and JP has one, one last follower that hes devoted his waking days not to lose. And so many bills. So much back rent. And a few (yknow, ridiculous) pending lawsuits. So theyre all just fucked every which way.

~

And their definitely no longer high, or are they, when out of this big ball of light steps a bald- headed, green-gowned, yellow-caped guy who called himself something like Nic the Romancer (@wizard1271)  and prostrates himself before them. I have come, he tells them, searching for men of Tremendous Influence. He humbly requests they exert their power and influence in his world (World? Are you in the music business?) and guarantees that if they say yes, they will be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams.

~


~

He sets a huge bong-like vial filled with Cannabis Potion before them. I have brought you a gift I believe you covet. Think. Consider. And if you would join me, signify your assent by imbibing of this Sacred Vial and I will transport you to my world, where you will be honored and regaled. With that, Nic the Romancer vanishes like he came... although theres definitely an afterimage of luminous Emerald Slime with a smirking mouth, and a lot of tude.

~

Still reeling from last night, and from the immensity of Nics offer, Ned, Pez, and JP pull themselves together, stare at each other, come to the same realization: Dudes  we must drink! Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, they lunge for the Cannabis Vial.

~

However

Another visitor appears. Victoria (@wizard6563), head to toe in purple and hurling a horseshoe at the Vial. Through blind luck, or a distant memory of athleticism, Ned intercepts the horseshoe with his head, and though painful, hes saved the Vial and their promised future.

~

Victoria, suddenly pleading, begs them to come to their senses. Dont do it. Put the Vial down. Run. Hide for a long as you can. Unfortunately... they start snickering. You cant tell us what to do. Even if youre hot, or whatever. Were Influencers, and were all in! She tries to control her rising fury: Do you have any idea who that was? Yes we do, little lady. That was Nic the Romancer. Our close friend. You, you... morons! That was the Necromancer!!

~


~

Exploding, she rushes them, but too late  Ned, Pez, and JP scramble and guzzle the contents of the Vial. They grin stupidly at her until suddenly  and very painfully  they vanish.

~

Victoria shouts, and shed trash the place, but its already trashed. Her winged familiar, Bat, tries to lie low by hiding under a blanket  and re-emerges screaming. Victoria stares as the blanket groans, mutters, and slides off to reveal an older bearded dude with a big, crusty Bong under one arm, and an albino Rat curled in the other (@wizard8528). Who the F are you?? Victoria demands.

~

The old dude, Alessar, is too out of it to speak. His Rat is used to filling in the gaps: Go easy on him, please. Hes had a rough few decades... And so we discover that the Runiverse is in trouble. That many Wizards, that much magic, that many snarling Familiars. It was bound to go wrong. Some want peace. Some want partitioned existence (Border Control!). Some want power with hierarchy. And some, like the Necromancer, want Complete and Utter Domination.

~

Because the Wizards interface with our world is crude and new, the Necromancer isnt absolutely sure hes correctly evaluated the full power of our three misfits, but regardless, he still has high hopes for their ability to gain the influence of all the Wizards, and bend the Wizard population to his will.

~


~

Victoria, on the other hand, is a force of good, albeit a furious one. Since she failed to prevent Ned, Pez, and PJ from embarking on their journey into darkness, shes going to have to pursue them in the Runiverse, try to save them, and save the Runiverse. And yes, after and during disturbing/comical/magical/life-threatening and sometimes barely explainable Wizard attacks/seductions/spells/and I-wish-I-was-dead adventures, our three budding heroes, with Victorias help, will start to learn what real influence and power means.

~

Alessar and his Rat come into the Runiverse, too, spurred by Victoria, who needs help in understanding, well, people. And in Alessars intermittent journey towards sobriety, he wonders if he can make up for a lifetime of mistakes as he tries to help his young friends.

~

So, in the Runiverse, where Ned becomes @wizard9814 and gains a Psychic Rabbit (Stop constantly telling everyone what Im thinking!!), and Pez becomes @wizard8066 with a Dog whos always hunting the wrong thing, and JP becomes @wizard872 (weirdly with the same face as Pez, which is really annoying) and is trailed by a pompous Golden Toad with mysterious powers it feels too important to reveal, they really have nothing. Except totally transformed bodies. Simultaneously freaking out, empowered, lost, and venerated, like Connecticut Yankees in King Arthurs Court, our young trio has got a lot of scrambling to do, first just to stay alive, and then, ultimately, to rise to the heroes theyre going to have to become, with growing powers finally used for good.

~

It all starts with.... (More To Come...!)

~


Magus  of the Wood

# Distinguished Wood Envoy, Ender of All Marriages


Witch Lucinda of the Atheneum

# New Lore Entry

_Delete below sample to write your own_

Most of our history of her has been lost to time, but as of now, this book contains all collected records of the Witch Lucinda of the Atheneum.

What we do know is that Lucinda was born from mushrooms themselves, they grow off of her like moss on a tree. She is followed by her soul sister, the blue eyed bunny who is as loyal as they come.

The two of them share the same quest for knowledge in hopes to one day take over the land. Lucinda talks to no one; she keeps to herself and her books. She has studied her entire life in the atheneum, reading and learning with little interaction to the outside world.

Those in the Runiverse believe that one day she will break free of the atheneum and not return. Her knowledge runs deep and it is believed she will one day use it to improve the lives of wizards everywhere or perhaps turn to the dark side and use it for evil. Nobody really knows but one day soon we will come to understand the purpose of her lifelong quest.


Sage Aslan of the Realm

# Time

They say it is the most valuable thing. You never have enough time and cannot redeem time that has passed. They are wrong. Time is a burden.

Time is my nemesis. Time has become a curse for me. It creates memories that do not fade quick enough. Shadows in my mind that haunt me. I have lost count of the seasons I have seen, but know that there have been enough to fill a hundred lifetimes. The seasons themselves are not bad, but rather it is the thousand battles that have come with them. Conflicts of all sizes. But in truth, it is not even the battles that are so bad.

It is the faces that haunt. The faces of a thousand, three thousand, or perhaps even ten thousand lives that have been ended by my hands. There was a time when I knew the names of the ones I killed. But that was a long, long time ago. Now it is just their faces, and for many just the look in their eyes as their life flowed out.

They call me Wise, those that listen to my drunken musings. Perhaps once I was. A Scholar Warrior. But a truly wise man would have avoided the things that haunt my thoughts.

So, here I sit with my only companion, a mug of ale. It is my friend because it helps me forget the faces, if just for a moment. My true name has been lost to history. To those around me, I am but another old drunk. This is for the best.

But, I have learned that even old drunks can be a target for fools. Cowards who think I would be an easy notch on their belts. And when it happens, to my sorrow more faces are added.

**For I am legend.**


Holy Monk Chandler from the Abyss

# Holy Monk Chandler from the Abyss

> Holy Monk Chandler is quite mysterious... no one really knows who he is or where he came from. There are rumors swirling around that he is neither dead, nor alive, but stuck in a holy state. His onyx wolf, Gregory, is known to howl at the moon, but only when it is waning. No one has ever met Chandler in person, and those who have attempted, have returned from their quest in a confused state... muttering about "the shrine". Legend has it, this is where he resides.


Henry Bifurcator of the Capital

# Ghost knight.

Ghost knight. There are legends that once upon a time there was a certain order of knights who faithfully served their king. But one day, the king's advisers provided him with false evidence of the betrayal of the knights. The suspicious king, fearing to be overthrown, poisoned the head of the order and his entourage. The rest of the knights, learning about this, vowed to take revenge on the treacherous king.


Pyromancer Titania of the Bibliotheca

Titiana of the Bibliotheca was a misunderstood lass

She has always been good with fire, her loyal follower fireball "Spark" found her when she was really young. They've been together and have been through a lot. When Titania burnt her family's house down, the town people didn't take it lightly as it caused immense damage not only to the house but to the town bar as well. Neither did her family. Titania escaped to the outskirts with her loyal follower, to study the fire and the Sigma.


Aeromancer Zixin of the Cosmos

Zixin was a strong yet rather unfriendly fellow. He was a monk at the town monastery in Nepal. Onyx and him were the air protectors of the manastry. But one feature of Zixin was different from his fellows, Zixin didn't have the Rune of Air. His expertise on air bending was his effort and only that - exactly this was why his fellows looked down upon him - an outcast.


Cleric Sylvia of the Grotto

Come and meet Cleric Sylvia of the Grotto.


Holy Monk Eronin of the Keep

# New Lore Entry

Holy Monk Eronin, Guardian of life, Patron of freedom and epitome of Magic.

These are the few descriptions people gasp when mentioning his name.

Tales tell he casts magic without wand, rune or even words. Magic springs to life from within him.

People wear the citrine Dragon as coat of arms worshipping him.

It is said he protects the Runiverse from ill attempting to plunge his beloved home into chaos.

Rumors claim with the help of a cartomancer they banished 3 forgotten beasts at great cost...


Geomancer Talon of the Road

His name is Cabbage. He was found in a small rock pond being raised by toads. He has a propensity for yelling "ribbit" as he hurls boulders towards friends and enemies alike.


Ice Mage Flynn of the Ice

# Grasp, pull, mix.
Lore galore is what you need.
Words and sounds is what you feed.
Be yourself, don't deny,
shake a thing, don't comply.
.
Beer, sage and bread,
come to me, enjoy my Stead.
Swing the love, carry my seed,
no matter what they say, you'll  always be my Lead.
.
.
To you, my Love.
X


Battle Mage Homer of the Plains

Battle Mage Homer of the Plains

Homer was always a loner. He learned to live off the land and fight for survival, using his all white clothing to conceal himself on the salt flat plains. With the help of his trusty crow companion, he could always find the trouble before it found him. Now, he was about to embark on his biggest quest yet...


Ghost Eater Asphodel of the Grotto

# Ghost Eater Asphodel of the Grotto

She was just an ordinary "influencer" girl passionate about yoga. One day she met the lucky black cat on the street, and her magical adventure began


Battle Mage Robert of the Fey

# Battle Mage Robert, Lord of the Fey

Robert, a retired wolverine, well versed in physical fighting as well as Magic. Now a slow and peaceful life with his snail. Known as **Holy Monk Robert**, *Patron of freedom and epitome of Magic*.

People gasp when mentioning his name. Tales tell he used to imbue his wolverine claws with magic, but to control his bloodlust, he only uses his Staff.

The golden cloak was awarded to Robert for protecting the Runiverse by slaying the **Citrine Dragon**, which burned down many castles across the magic lands.

> "I hereby declare, Sir Robert as the Battle Mage, and Holy Monk of our Land, and will reward him with the golden cloak, made from the scales of the Citrine Dragon." - King of Runiverse

## Rumours
Rumors claim that **Holy Monk Robert** single-handedly banished 3 forgotten beasts, and feed the flesh to his snail. After which, the snail gained magical abilities and could turn into a little magical elf as a sidekick during battle.

Signed off,


Shaman Hu

Shman Hu?  Shaman Me thats who.  potions and magic for days, the man-bun will show you the ways


Battle Mage Samuel of the Canyon

Lore of Love

A brief story about a simple wizard and his deeds

@wizard8437 was sitting in the local tavern thinking about his love again. He walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings. He had always loved the secret tavern of the province. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a shining figure of @wizard6553.

Samuel gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a brave, energetic, beer drinker with charming hands and a huge rose. His friends saw him as a brave, stingy simple wizard.

Samuel grabbed his eternal rose that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers. As he stepped outside and Illusionist Thana came closer, he could see the better glint in her eye. Illusionist Thana gazed with affection and whispered;

> "I love you and I want to have baby wizards with you."

Battle Mage Samuel of the Canyon looked back, even more nervous and still fingering his humongous rose and replied;
>"Illusionist Thana you are the source of my Dreams, eternal Love,"

They looked at each other relaxed, like two confused wizards devotion at hollows eve, flute music playing in the background and two drunken kobolds enjoying to the beat.


Shaman Titania of the Valley

Not until I grew this beautiful titanias did I start calling myself Titania.


Archmagus Amir of the Oasis

# Le Mage Hibou

Il tait une fois, lointain dans une fort perdue, un mage nomm Amir, maitre de l'oasis Oakfell, ternelle source de vie et d'abondance. Malgr une enfance perue normale par plusieurs, Amir fut face  son destin ds un trs jeune ge.

> "Le destin, un voisin certes"
> *Amir of the Oasis*

# Le Passage
lev par son pre Zvan, n'ayant jamais connu sa mre, Amir vcu la majorit de sa vie autour de l'oasis Oafkell de son village. L'oasis est la seule source d'eau des gens entourant l'oasis et est vue divine et sacre. L'eau de l'oasis ne fut jamais but directement par personne, on racontait qu'elle tait toxique. Il y avait un procd avant de la boire. Tout cela fonctionnait jusqu'au jour...

Une attaque dploye par le clan des Crows pour saisir l'oasis arriva. Son pre ainsi que plusieurs soldats tombrent au combat. Amir dut oblig de reculer vers l'oasis avec la sorcire du village, Vadime.

Vu le nombre diminuant et les chances de survie quasi nulle, la sorcire dcida de lui dire qu'il tait un sorcier ultra puissant et qu'il devait boire de l'oasis immdiatement. Rticent  boire l'eau prohibe depuis si longtemps, Amir ne vu aucune autre solution, les soldats ennemis se rapprochaient vers le dernier camp de l'oasis, le mage ennemi se rapprocha.


Amir dcida de boire de l'eau de l'oasis directement. Il sentit directement les effets. Se sentait si lger et si puissant. Comme si une force quelconque avait pris possession de son corps et son nergie.  ce moment, quelque chose d'extrmement trange arriva, un chant dans la fort se fit entendre, entourant l'oasis, se rapprochant rapidement,  la vitesse du vent.

La lgende dit qu'environ 10 000 hiboux arrivrent pour dfendre l'oasis sacre, anantissant le camp des Crows d'une seule bouche.

# Un nouveau chapitre

Le chef des hiboux Gvoko resta avec Amir. Les deux deviendront insparables. Gvoko, seulement la nuit, peut grossir et devenir 100x plus gros que le jour. Les deux survolent l'oasis et les environs chaque nuit pour dfendre l'eau sacre et divine.

Un jour, un mage de la royaut interpella Amir et Gvoko a leur oasis. Il leur demandait leur aide concernant une force malfique causant beaucoup d'ennuis dans les mines. Incertain de la protection de l'oasis, Amir d'abord refusa. Puis avec l'appui de la sorcire du village Vadime, il convainc qu'il devait aller les aider et Vadime s'occupera de la dfense de l'oasis pendant cette courte priode.

# Le retour


# Le retour

Aprs plusieurs mois de combats, Amir et Gvoko retournrent  la maison. Lustrs d'armures rouilles, d'armes rares jamais vues auparavant, les 2 taient si heureux de revenir  l'oasis.

En route de retour, plus ils se rapprochrent, plus les arbres autour d'eux taient morts, moins d'animaux y taient, plus les nuages taient noirs et beaucoup trop de corbeaux pour ressembler  leur oasis de jadis.

 peine atteint le village, une dizaine de gardes en or arrivrent vers eux leur disant qu'ils n'taient plus les bienvenues et que la sorcire Vadime tait maintenant en charge des lieux.

Ils demandrent de parler  Vadime mais se firent refuser la seconde que les gardes sortirent leurs armes et couraient directement vers Amir et Gvoko...


Blight Zombie Alatar of Torment Manor

# Lore of Blight Zombie Alatar of Torment Manor

Alatar came from humble beginnings. Always misunderstood. Always mistaken. Always forgotten.

A timid youngling who was afraid of the dark, Alatar was given the task of retrieving some ghee from the dark-dark dungeon.

Swallowing his fear of the darkness, Alatar went traversing the hidden passages of his family's manor, looking to accomplish the quest he was given by his mother. As he walked along the stone corridor, he saw from the corner of his eye a flicker. A flicker that grew into a huge ball of flame under a stone archway.

Afraid of the darkness all around him, he reached out to the flame.

A flash of **LIGHT**. And the darkness was gone.

That is when he embraced his namesake...

## Alatar the Darkness-slayer, Blight Zombie of Torment Manor


Adept Bolin of the Desert

#

For centuries, my people have survived in the desert. Deep in the depths of the Sand, many thought it was impossible to live. Even the heartiest plans could only survive the milder seasons, and our every day was a struggle for water and food. But we survived nonetheless.

There were few outsiders who ventured this deep into the desert, but those that did mocked us. They felt our clothes and weapons were antiquated and lagging behind the modern world. They thought our magic lacked the power needed for their war machines. They saw our lack of gold and jewels as an indication of our worth.

The scholars of the Citadel were the harshest of all. They released rankings of the worlds wizards that considered me, Bolin, among the worst of all wizards. Some even claimed that, without rune or familiar, I wasnt a wizard at all, and they said I wasnt even worth selling to the slave vaults of Niftek.

Despite these whispers, I never stopped training. I lacked access to the knowledge scrolls of the Bibliotheca, so I found other ways to learn. I spent my nights meditating with the moon, my only protector from the searing heat of the sun. I mastered my body, mind, and staff with martial arts. I learned to communicate directly with the beasts of our lands. All the things that their fancy scrolls can never teach them.

There is so much left for me to learn, but I fear my time is running short. The world is changing: the beasts grow restless, the weather grows fiercer, and turmoil continues to spread. I love the desert and my people, but I cannot protect them much longer if the world continues to fray. My only choice now is to leave.


The world has long forgotten that some power is too great to contain in a rune and some beasts too fearsome to tame as familiars. But I, Adept Bolin of the Desert, will remind them.


Shaman Tundror of the Hollow

# Shaman Tundror of the Hollow

Shaman Tundror stared at the strange jewel beset in his staff idly. Once, he had saved his old father from a vicious bear attack with it. It was a hard fight, but the power of the staff narrowly saved him and his father from a horrid death at the hands of the bear creature. The same bear creature that now keeps him warm as he walks across the arid hollow lands where he lives with the other outcasts. He had always felt at rest in these familiar lands, even after the Quantum Shadow had passed through it and taken many souls with it.

The brown rat twittered by his side, startling him. Tundror wondered sometimes if reincarnation was real, and if the rat was actually the strange bear creature he defeated long ago, come back to follow him forever as punishment.


Alchemist Woomba of the Wood

# The Story of Woomba

Woomba was always curious since birth. His cartoonish face and obsession with the obscure always made him stand out.

Woomba really found his calling when he got lost in the woods and happened to eat a magic mushroom to satisfy his hunger.

He met the gods that day. And he met himself. The experience set him on a life-long mission to create beauty & joy for others in the world.

He feels like an alien on another planet, yet this place also feels like a home & a family that he wants to protect with all of his soul.

His trust crowe friend is basically like Mushu from Mulan -- he talks with the voice of Eddy Murphy and gives comical and questionable advice.

The end.


Electromancer Bullock of the Ice

Electormancer Bullock of the Ice

Bullock of the Ice wandered into town one dark and stormy night, where he came upon a wizard attempting to kill him and take his horns for a potion. He ran out into the storm and was struck with a bolt of lightening. From that point on, he never had any problems with white wizards, or at least none ever lived to tell the tale.


Wraith Knight George of the Fetid Fire

George is a determined and approachable fellow, born in the north and living in the south. Like his father, he enjoys making things with his hands and appreciates the beauty in the simple and mundane. He is almost always calm and fulfilled and is often thinking about the peculiarity of life.


Asphodel the Loud

Do you remember the story of the man with a 1000 faces? He went by many names but his true given name was Asphodel the Loud, better known as the shapeshifting doppelganger who could make himself appear as anyone or anything. His victims were endless. He had duped so many people that he had to move from village to village until one day he stumbled upon Death himself. He shifted his appearance to that of Death's face but this only confused and frustrated Death. So Death cast a spell turning Asphodel into a glue horse.


Voodoo Priest Eliphas of the Reach

# The Lore of Voodoo Priest Eliphas of the Reach

Born alone in a cave and left there to his own devices, Eliphas spent his first 10 years in silence and darkness, where he connected to Aluna, the cosmic consciousness that is the source of all Life and connects all Living Beings.

Aluna anointed him Elder Brother, or caretaker, of the Great Mother Earth.

Blessed with this responsibility, he emerged from the cave.

And when he did he was met with a horrifying reality: Younger Brother, the rest of Humanity, had lost his way.

Eliphas, Elder Brother of the Universe, saw that Younger Brother had forgotten how to live. Younger Brother was destroying the planet with his greed, violence, and ecological miscarriage.

Eliphas, in communion with Aluna, retreated to the cave in prayer. He sits there today, protecting and making payments to Aluna and restoring balance to Great Mother's harmony. He emerges every so often to make a calling to Younger Brother.


Arcanist Gino from the Abyss

## About Gino, the Arcanist ##

Gino's Story is still being written...


Adept Trollin of the Bibliotheca

# King of Frogs, Frog of Kings


Lich Despot Pandora of the Spike

This soul's lore is dedicated to the one and only Brennen.eth!

This wizard was my very first wizard and a gift from a close friend as my entrance into the cult (hi demos). As I was starting to learn my way around web3, I got my wallet comprimised, as many eager newbies do. Lost it all, and Enchanter Pandora of the Marsh ended abandoned in the NFTX vault.

Brennen actually saved her from the vault to burn for one of our D&D game storylines. The original plan was to burn WHILE we were playing, which would have been absolutely unreal!

However, plans changed on July 14, 2022 at roughly 6:21 PM PST. I had survived the OpenSea layoffs, and we were going to burn her to lift the mood. Oh boy, did the mood get lifted.

After burning her, he sent her back to me. I actually had gotten my stolen wizard back after all of this time. I cried, guys, I cried A LOT. Like who even does that?? Brennen, that's who.

So now, I'm retiring my previous wizard, and going full in on this soul, and will be co-creating the lore with one of Brennen's warriors, so stay tuned for an epic tale of love, loss and redemption!!

-- emmaleigh.eth

Holders can see the original event here:
https://discord.com/channels/853432452181262346/903730142155788388/997311887190540380


Alchemist Cromwell of the Veil

# Alchemist Cromwell of the Veil

Born at the Alchemist's Archipelago, Cromwell explored the world of alchemy from a young age. No potion was left untouched by him during his young years at the Archipelago.

His experiments went too far so that one day he transformed himself into a lycanthrope. To find a way to revert the spell, he went on an adventure to see the Blue Wizard Bastion.

He went through many challenges on his way there and made some new friends like his giant ladybug and @wizard7932. He also got better at mastering his Astral Potion and Rune Of Neptune. Will he ever find a solution to his metamorphosis? Only time will tell; Blue Wizards await!


Artificer Jean Leon of the Rock

**Jean Leon** of the Rock is of Creol heritage and the rune of fire. His friends call him "JL".

Artificers have come to represent many of the high-magic elements and the people rely heavily on artificers to maintain the magical infrastructure.

Jean is considered to be one of the most gifted artificers of his generation, being a wizard specialist and a brilliant creator of magic items. He's mastered the art of channeling magic into and through non-living items from a young age.

JL is socially highly regarded and well-liked and admired by the town's men and women alike.


Enchanter Asphodel of the Brambles

## Homunkulus
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I am creating a being called the Homunkulus: a pure soul dwelling in an immortal body, ideal to thrive in the metaverse, serving as its protector.
---

My quest may appear overwhelming, but with the help of my fellow wizards, even the most ambitious endeavor can come to fruition.
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Being a highly sensitive matter, I am not yet able to share details on my state of research, but rest assured that the book of lore will be the first place where breakthroughs will be announced.
---


Scryer Jeldor of the Hollow

Never knows best


# New Lore Entry

Gangrenous Zombie Gellert of the Undying Chill. Described as a more "relaxed" and "friendly" Soul.

Wondering freely throughout the enchanted forests of the Runiverse. Seeking... company to intrigue with his "Pixie Dance: The Razzle Spell." His fellow souls do not like Gangrenous Zombie Gellert of the Undying Chill... For he is overly caring, generous and a vegan.


Battle Mage Dante of the Riviera

# New Lore Entry

A simple looking foe but nothing could be further from the truth...

Battle Mage Dante of the Riviera is an elite fighter and a strongman. Rumored to be one of the most deceitful Wizards to travel the Runiverse.


Dexter Conqueror of the Sunrise

Dexter has the name of a massive nerd, but the soul of a mighty warrior. Growing up, he watched tapes of an animated series called Dragonball Z that his mom purchased at an interdimensional flea market. He knew immediately that he wanted to grow up to be like the protagonist, Son Goku. To Dexter's great disappointment, nature did not endow him with the gift of magic, which meant he would never be able to produce energy blasts no matter how hard he trained. Thus, he trained his body instead to become the ultimate fighting machine.

Today, Dexter is a dauntless warrior with abs of steel, expertise in ten different martial arts, and extensive knowledge of both ranged and melee weaponry. He also dyes his hair blond to match Goku in Super Saiyan mode (his mom even made him an orange and blue karate uniform to complete the look). If you're a villain hell-bent on world domination, you better watch out for Dexter, because he will kick your butt, even though he has weird habits of taking a really long time to power up and saying the name of each of his attacks before he launches them.

Krillin the Hyena: When Dexter was a little boy, Krillin tried to eat him.  Little did the hapless hyena know it had not been contending with an ordinary human child, but a future Forgotten Runes Warrior...instead of an easy lunch, the hyena instead got beaten to a pulp. However, there was no hard feelings as Dexter realized his attacker had simply been acting out of hunger (he saves his wrath for villains hell-bent on world domination), so he split his peanut butter and jelly sandwich with Krillin. The two instantly became best friends and continue to go on many adventures together to this day.


Geomancer Brutus of the Moors

There was a time when Brutus was just a boy with no particularly distinguishing features. His family found the ease with which he was distracted -- the quickness with which he would become entranced by little details in the natural world around him -- to be a frustrating drain on their ability to provide for each other. But one night while out on the Moors with his mother and father and the rest of their clan, Brutus stayed behind at the fire after everyone else had gone in to sleep. When his family woke up the next morning, he tried to tell them of what he had seen in the fire when he was alone. It quickly became clear that he would not be able to explain it to them, at least in any manner that matched his strange experience. After that evening, though, Brutus began to see patterns in the natural world on the paths that his family traveled. He would throw a stick into the dirt ahead of him -- often just for play -- and when it


him -- often just for play -- and when it landed he could make out lines pointing in directions that were at first mysterious, but that slowly came to make more sense over time. It was only several years later that Brutus was visited by a Figure who began to help him make sense of what he had seen in the fire that night and why it was that he saw patterns that no one else could spy. What he had in him were the powers of a Geomancer. Some of them came to him unbidden. Others could only be harnessed with time and the proper lessons. The Figure who visited him was hard to describe, even to himself. The Figure was dark and light at the same time, and had no shape, but took up space. After enough visitations, Brutus followed the Figure and began to understand the gifts he had been given. It took much longer for his family to understand the same. Once they did, they no longer looked at Brutus askance, but instead


longer looked at Brutus askance, but instead looked at him in wonder, waiting for him to find the next patterns that would guide them on their journeys and provide endless bounty, as well as danger and the opportunity for greatness.


Alchemist Cassiopeia of the Garden

# New Lore Entry

_Delete below sample to write your own_

Cassiopeia enjoys her Cannabis Potion a little TOO much; in fact her pet slime Rimuru often wonders if his master is even aware he exists!


Fortune Teller Marceline of the Tower

# New Lore Entry

I can see the future and it looks bright for all the Forgotten Wizards. We will not be forgotten much longer that is very clear to me when I look forward into the future.
My fox is a boy named Milo and he adds clarity to my fortuning telling ability.
I am friendly with Wizard #694 we drink her potions together when looking for the real truth and much need wisdom and guidance.


Alchemist Gaspard of the Hall

# HELLOOOOO

don't dox me bro. im just an anon femboy bagholder of shitcoins. i dont know any magic. i pay my taxes. plz


Carly of the Brambles

Alpha ( or ) and omega ( or ), the first and the last, has always been used since ancient times to describe eternity.

Having lost her beloved mighty warrior in the midst of the Great War, Carly felt like she had lost her soul. All she had left to keep her company was their little green Asp pet snake that they found and took in to look after together.

Amidst her devastation, tears and grief, her potential began awakening.

Through the desperation she had to turn back time to save her lover, the tears she shed slowly began to form into the shape of a sphinxs hourglass.

Her soul began to be imprinted with the Rune of Omega.

As @wizard3110 found herself with newfound powers of time manipulation. How would she use this power to save her mighty warrior and defeat their foes?

Her story will soon unfold.


Consumption Zombie Eden

The once known as @wizard4553, a conflicted and hunted wizard, finally has a clear purpose in life or rather, death.

The torture that he received before being transformed into a soul was the catalyst he needed to become a soul with purpose. His desire to explore the edge of fire and burn human flesh has become an urge to eat it. After transforming him with the sacred flame, he finally had a calm mind with one goal... to consume as many living beings as possible.


Sorcerer Amir of the Steppe

# Hidden Treasure - Sorcerer Amir of the Steppe

#

Legend said that theres a hidden treasure within the Zaros Oasis by the infamous Sorcerer Amir of the Steppe. The sands of the Zaros are known to be dreadful and sentient. There are beasts of all kinds waiting in every corner of the steppe.  Wizards and Warriors alike have tried to conquer this quest, none have prevailed.

As if in a vacuum, the desert speaks to itself in a limited scope only to those pure enough to listen and repeat the words from the sirens bell of the Sorcerer. That sound is the key to the hidden treasure.

## Ding Ding Ding


Circe of the Forest

Circe is of the Forest, but she has never felt that she truly belonged with her Forest people...


Druid Zaros of the Veil

# New Lore Entry

Druid Zaros of the Veil was born in with many health problems (Which are usually fatal for Wizards).

However, his father was an intelligent man who had the best medicine and magic in all of the Runiverse. This lead him to grow up stronger and more wise than your average Wizard.

As soon as he turned of age, he left his home in search of knowledge. Accompanied by his  Green Elven Cloak. He left and traveled the four corners of the Runiverse, learning magic and much more.

Zaros is a kind and gentle Wizard who is always willing to help others (Despite his manly appearance). He has since retired from adventuring and has returned to his childhood home to study and teach others.


Battle Mage Hagar of the Tower

For I have traveled miles upon miles without sleep. The battle is done but the war is not won.
My heart beckons me to The Wild.
- Battle Mage Hagar of the Tower


Beetle the Faithful

##
# How Beetle Gained Her Freedom, Pt 1

It is said that there are some Wizards throughout the Runiverse that are specifically known as Seekers of Truth, the truth being a knowledge of objective reality. Many moons ago, a knowledge-seeking but covetous tyrant wished to possess himself of this truth. He was called Grabbabash, a great Goblin Lord of the Wood. Grabbabash had come to a decision that truth was something which Wild Mage Xiaobo of Elysium ought be forced to tell him.

Xiaobo was arrested and brought, along with his onyx wolf familiar, Sharpe, to Grabbabash's court. "I have commanded that the truths which you know, Wizard, are to be told to me in words which I understand, otherwise your life is forfeit!" bellowed Grabbabash from his throne.

Xiaobo shifted his weight for a moment, dusted himself off, and then answered, "Do you observe in this chivalric Court the universal custom whereby if an arrested person tells the truth in answer to a question and that truth does not inculpate him, he is released to freedom?"

"Hmph. That is so as so," said the Lord, after pausing to think for a moment. Xiaobo glanced about the Court as Grabbabash contemplated the question, noticing a Wood Wizard present in the crowd.

"I call upon all of you here present to witness this, by the honor of our Lord," said Xiaobo, "as I will now tell you not one truth, but three."

"We must also be satisfied," said Grabbabash, "that what you claim to be these truths are, in fact, truth. The proof...must accompany the telling, Wizard," he said, pointing a meaty finger at Xiaobo.


"For such a Lord as you," said Xiaobo, "to whom we can give not one truth but three, we can also give truths which will be self-evident."

For the first time that day, Grabbabash smiled. The Wizard of the Wood among the Court began watching more intently.

"The first truth," said the Monk, "is - I am he who is called Wild Mage Xiaobo of Elysium. The second is that you have agreed to release me if I tell the truth. The third is that you wish to know the truth as you conceive it."

Grabbabash narrowed his eyes, cocked his brow, and began to process what Xiaobo had said. The goblins in the Court began chattering. Before the Goblin Lord had a chance to react, Xiaobo spoke up, "And if you would, My Lord - it would be most gracious of you to replace my horse, Auburn Hare the Swift, as he was eaten by your soldiers whom brought me to you."

The Goblin Lord looked as if he was caught off guard, and also as if he felt cheated. Xiaobo's familiar, Sharpe, looked up and glanced back and forth between the Wizard and the Lord. "Hmph...", Grabbabash shifted in his throne above Xiaobo and the rest of the Court, cracking his knuckles as he thought. "Your truth...", the Lord glared and pointed again at Xiaobo and found himself at a loss for words.

A hush fell over the Court. Grabbabash slammed his right fist down upon his right armrest and started laughing. The Court remained quiet, as the Lord's laughter trailed off and he cleared his throat.


"By this Court, you are released," Grabbabash uttered with a mixture of disgust and entertainment on his large and scarred face. "As for your horse," Grabbabash pretended to not look angry for a moment as he continued, "and as for your truths, Wizard...I hope your release finds my graciousness self-evident." the Lord said with smug smile.

Xiaobo solemnly bowed and said, "Long may Grabbabash reign." The rest of the Court clamored and began chanting this in repetition.


Shaman Cairon of the Palms

# Chapter 1
I grew up with nothing, cheating and stealing where I could. All Ive ever earned was a target on my back and a bad reputation. Eventually, I found myself on the run from the wrong kind of people. In a tavern, I met a wizard that promised a way out. With nowhere else to turn, I reluctantly agreed. The wizard took me to his study and performed a ritual to switch my face with the face of another person of a similar build. Now I go off into the world with a new identity and a chance to start over. Or so I thought... (The face I wear has its history too). I cant remember what I looked like before the ritual. The wizard lied and told me that it wasnt possible to switch back. I cant entirely remember my life before this but I know that there are people after me and they wont stop until they find me. Im not sure who I can trust, or if anyone can be trusted at all. I have to be careful who I talk to and what I say. I have to watch my back constantly in case someone is following me. The only thing that I can do is keep moving and hope that someday I find a way to switch back. I am a master of deception and I use my skills to get what I want. I can be charming and convincing when I need to be. I am also a skilled liar and I will do whatever it takes to get what I want. I am not above cheating or stealing if it means getting ahead. I am always looking for an opportunity to make a quick profit. I am a survivor and I will do whatever it takes to stay alive.

# Chapter 2


# Chapter 2

I was conscripted to join the army, but it was a sham. I and a couple of others were lured into an ambush by bandits. Though outnumbered, our group managed to fend them off. Unfortunately, only I survived the ordeal and managed to escape before the bandits got any more reinforcements, though not without taking a valuable item the bandits were after. Now I am on the run hoping to lure the bandits away from home. I have been on the run for weeks now, and the bandits are getting closer and closer. I need to find a way to lose them before they catch up to me.

# Chaper 3

After making it to safety, I was a village priest. Births, deaths, rites of passage. Holy cow, was it boring! I renounced my vows and moved on. I've never suffered from this: the gods have never wrought revenge upon me. I get the feeling they don't care, or they're not there. Some of the things I learned (healing, counseling) have proved pretty useful. I've worked as a soldier, a mercenary, and many other jobs. I've lived in cities, on farms, and in the wilderness. I've been an adventuring hero (woohoo!) and just now a wizard's apprentice. There are many more things to do in life than sit around chanting prayers to imaginary gods. The gods, if they exist, have never shown themselves to me. They have not intervened to help or hinder me in any way. I live my life as I see fit and do not worry about their judgment. Why do people believe in gods? I don't know. Maybe it makes them feel better. Maybe they're afraid of death and hope that the gods will protect them from it. Maybe they're just stupid. I don't know and it doesn't really matter to me.

# Chapter 4


# Chapter 4

I fell into life-threatening trouble one day exploring some ruins close to town. There I found a strange altar with an old woman sitting behind it. She said she could help me escape if I promise to serve her. I am pretty sure she's a god, but she won't tell me her name, or what she's the god of. She shows up sometimes and points, and whatever she points at, I must somehow acquire and leave behind in certain ruins. Her tastes are getting kind of extravagant. The other day she pointed at a beautiful golden statue in the window of the local lord's manor. I snuck in that night and stole it, but when I brought it to her altar, she only laughed and said "That's not what I wanted." The god I've stumbled upon is likely a trickster god, one who delights in playing games with mortals. Be careful what you agree to, as you may find yourself in over your head. If you want to try and figure out what this god wants, pay attention to any clues they give you when they appear. You may also want to consult with a local priest or shaman to see if they have any insight into the matter.

# Chapter 5


# Chapter 5

I was part of a desert caravan that ran out of water. But a vision appeared leading to an unknown oasis ... and commanded me to go to the city of Little Rock. In the city of Little Rock, I found a hidden underground tunnel. It was dark and dank, but I could hear the sounds of people crying and moaning in pain. I followed the sounds until I came to a large room. There were people chained to the walls and others lying on the ground in pools of blood. I knew I had found the slaves that the city's ruler, King Herod, was keeping hidden from the public. I freed as many as I could and led them to safety. The slaves were very grateful and told me that I was their hero. But was I? I didn't feel like a hero. I just did what anyone would have done in my situation.


Artificer Jean Leon of the Rock

**Jean Leon** of the Rock is of Creol heritage and the rune of fire. His friends call him "JL".

Artificers have come to represent many of the high-magic elements and the people rely heavily on artificers to maintain the magical infrastructure.

Jean is considered to be one of the most gifted artificers of his generation, being a wizard specialist and a brilliant creator of magic items. He's mastered the art of channeling magic into and through non-living items from a young age.

JL is socially highly regarded and well-liked and admired by the town's men and women alike.


Arcanist Brutus of the Grotto

If I go east, He is not there,

and if I go west, I cannot find Him.

When He is at work in the north, I cannot behold Him;

when He turns to the south, I cannot see Him.

Yet He knows the way I have taken;

when He has tested me, I will come forth as gold.

My feet have followed in His tracks;

I have kept His way without turning aside.

I have not departed from the command of His lips;

I have treasured the words of His mouth

more than my daily bread.

But He is unchangeable, and who can oppose Him?

He does what He desires.

For He carries out His decree against me,

and He has many such plans.

Therefore I am terrified in His presence;

when I consider this, I fear Him.

God has made my heart faint;

the Almighty has terrified me.

Yet I am not silenced by the darkness,

by the thick darkness that covers my face.


Enchanter Diana of the Cosmos

It doesnt have to be perfect to be perfect.

Diana encourages wizards to take risk. She carries a must win attitude in her coat pocket and will sacrifice for the greater good of all wizards at any moment in time. She is a known hero amongst wizards and is recognized for the selflessness, courage and generosity she displays on a day to day basis.

The time will come and she will not be silent.

-E.D. Of the Cosmos


Wild Mage Xiaobo of Elysium

# Amateur Animist

As a form of higher life
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I make it my business to tell
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Caterpillars what
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They will become
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And
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They never fail to respond
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With dismay, demands
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Or cynicism
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Pyromancer Eden

# The Lore of Pyromancer Eden

Eden always liked fire. Since he was little, he was passionate about seeing the ways he mold the fire. He noticed that its color and intensity varied depending on the matter that was burned.

At the age of five he burned dead animals to distinguish the different flames according to the beast that burned. Then he decided to burn live animals.

At age seven he burned his parents alive. He watched, stunned and dumbfounded, as the flames consumed their bodies and their home. His neighbors still remember that boy standing, watching the fire. Nobody could explain what was the reason for the smile on his face.

Nobody blamed him, everyone believed that he was one more victim of the fire. A wizard named Ulysses took pity on him and took him in. A small beast that lived in Ulysses' basement, a topaz slime, approached Eden attracted by his magical power. Seeing that the little boy had a talent for magic, the old wizard decided to teach the boy.

Eden learned fast and furious, and when old Ulysses wasn't looking, he enjoyed mastering the pyromancy under the watchful gaze of his slime. He grew up and soon became a young master capable of creating and mastering fire, conducting alchemical studies and experiments in secret, housed in an abandoned forest cabin. He kidnapped living beings, such as cattle or pets, which he mutilated and consumed their parts with different types of flames to study all the nuances. When animals were no longer useful to him, Eden began experimenting with people.


He learned to make the Dragon Firework, a powerful weapon capable of creating an explosion many meters away in a few seconds. One day, when he was practicing with that weapon, its explosion was seen by Ulysses. Going to see what happened, he came across Eden's lair and his wicked experiments. The two wizards clashed, and Eden managed to overcome old Ulysses by reducing his skeleton to ashes, without showing the slightest bit of regret. Then he took his things and left town.

He went from city to city, offering his knowledge in pyromancy in the different universities that were there, and always found work as a teacher. In his spare time, he kept experimenting. His laboratory was guarded by igneous traps and fire elementals. Nobody wondered why there were so many students who "dropped out" in the middle of the year.

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The End of Pyromancer Eden?

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Axel was a promising young man, a member of the family that ruled the city, a nephew of the governor. Humble, modest and gentle, he wanted to use his magical arts to help the people.

He entered the university to learn to master regenerative magic, under another name to avoid favoritism and demand the same as the others in his studies. He acquired a forged identity and posed as a young farmer with no family.

Eden saw that young man and believing that no one would miss him, he kidnapped him. He started playing as he always did by burning small parts of his body until Axel fainted from all the inscrutable pain. Eden healed him so he could keep playing with him a little longer.


When word spread that a member of the ruling family disappeared, an investigation was opened and Eden was caught. The investigation team got horrified that Axel was not the only one, but many more experienced a worst fate. They found out an unspeakable amount of pots filled with ashes from past experiments.

He was arrested and locked up, sentenced to death. However, the death sentence was not carried out, as the governing clan had Eden transferred to the palace, and in their dungeons, the wizard was tortured in many different ways, by order of the governor.

The tourture started with screams of begging for merciness. He tried so many forms to ask for forgiveness. However, the tortures keep going. Suddenly, Eden had a realization as he was being tortured with fire. He understood that the pain is a vital element of any being as it reminds that they do exist.

More tortures were done to Eden. Yet, every time he experienced pain, he was smiling with a hollow look. The governor, realizing that, decided to schedule the death for the very next day.

The topaz slime sneaked into the palace the previous night of the scheduled death. His familiar melted his shackles, and escaped from the cell.

He decided to go to the forst to begin his journey to find a fire magic that will be able to not only burn the meat, but reach his soul and burn it. His new belief pushed him to travel with the purpose of finding, if it existed, a flame such as this one: the Sacred Flame.


Pyromancer Froggy of the River

Pyromancer Froggy of the River stumbled onto his powers at a young age. Originally a river dweller, Froggy let his childlike curiosity get the best of him as he voyaged from the river and into the wood. Froggy eventually came across a snake in the grass, and began to follow it deeper into the woodland area away from the river. Froggy took a moment to examine the snake, as he had never seen one before. The snake was bright red, as if engulfed by fire, and had dazzling yellow eyes that glared into his soul. As Froggy approached the Snake, it lashed out and bit him in the arm. Froggy fell to the ground instantly and went into a deep sleep. When he awoke, the snake was waiting next to him eager to explain what had happened. The snake was a mystical creature that arose from the ashes of an ancient woodland fire. Froggy, unbeknownst to him, was the Chosen One. As legend has it, The Chosen One would rise from the river's depths to wield the power of fire and protect the surrounding realm. Froggy, still confused by what had happened, began to make his way back to the river as the snake followed him. When he got close to the river, a massive beast appeared and charged right at Froggy. Out of pure instinct, Froggy raised his hands towards the beast and yelled "IGNISIO" as loud as he could. A massive flame burst from his hands and obliterated the beast into ashes. Froggy could not believe what had just happened, but felt a warm, burning sensation tingling throughout his entire body. Froggy and the snake made it back to the river where they now both reside. From that day on, the snake never left Froggy's side, as they both watch over the river and all who dwell nearby for all of eternity.


Artificer Arabella of the Steppe

"I, Artificer Arabella of the Steep, must sacrifice myself (and my cat Milo) to the sacred flames. Don't ask me why as I will take this secret to my grave. Farewell."


Witch Enigma of the Realm

# The lore of Witch Enigma of the Realm

Here is the story of the Witch of the Realm

And all she wanted was to be at the helm

She had her blue cloak, crafted from elves

Those little demons make them in twelves

Holding her mushroom, greener than grass

The spells it can make will kick your ass

Here comes the Monkey, derived from Merlin

Eyes filled with deceit, ready to sin

Their quest begins to be the realms new master

If they happen to fail, it will end in disaster

After rigorous training and many sleepless nights

The flame inside her suddenly ignites

With this flame she is given a rune

They will mount their attack on the next full moon.

> *By SiLK*

A good friend of @wizard5978 is @wizard6469. They attended boarding school together and @wizard5978 hopes to recruit @wizard6469 to help takeover the realm.


Druid Celeste of the Forest

# Druid Celeste, first of the name.

I'm here on Earth to create the first foundation of free Wizards. Trees are my masters, without them my Runes and Magic would be powerless, but with them, the gods themselves come to me.

Dear Wizards, the Earth is a fortress of light engaged in a war that is beyond all imagination. I need you.

Please take note of this statement : *Beat the Cathedral with Eden to unlock the white card*. Hidden message for Wizard looking for the truth.


Thaumaturge Wolfram of the Morning Star

Thaumaturge Wolfram of the Morning Star, oh mighty fellow.

This harsh looking fellow has a warm and peaceful heart that is not evident at first sight. His peace staff and best buddy astral snail have been roaming the white snowy mountains for longer than any nomad can remember. Some say this fellow doesn't age and have been roaming for decades and decades bringing peace to the nomadic residences it comes across. His buddy astral snail "POKE" might be slow but Wolfram knows the prices paid for rushing grave matters...


Wild Mage Nick of the Cosmos

# The Lore of Wild Mage Nick of the Cosmos

A place where the sun has no rays, behind the quantum shadow, on the edge of the realm lived an evil one, Wild Mage Nick of The Cosmos. Nick had been shunned from the land of the riches for the crimes blamed on his kind, the crimes of the sect.

Far in the mountains, as the days became weeks, weeks became months, and months became years, the wild mage was accruing knowledge. Away from hardly any living soul thats all there was to do.

His lair was an old stone monastery nooked on the rugged mountainside. A structure from before our time, that seemed to have been forgotten. 1001 steps up the slanted stairs away from the blue lake below, the aging building was the only structure standing around these parts. He must have been there for the past 10 years he reckoned, as he stopped counting after the first 3. With him lived Amanita, a Fungus-headed wizard apprentice.

The evil one took the mushroom-headed wizard under its command when he ran away from the Capital. He found him lost in the thorns and has since then trained the mushroom into a wicked right hand.

One morning Nick made his way to the top of the sole tower. As he got closer to the top of the stairs he noticed a glow through the trapdoor. He climbed through and there it was. Floating in the middle of the watchtower was a flame. Nick couldnt believe it, he had read about this. It was the flame of the forgotten soul. The mage ran back down to his chamber where a big book laid open on a stand. It read: As a dark soul passes through the heat of fire a flame shall burn one's flesh. Ascending the chosen ones to a higher self.... The rest of the page was burnt away. Nick immediately felt a rush of power. This was his opportunity to take


back what was taken away from him. His wife, his land, and his life..

The preparations were underway. The wild mage knew that in order to call on the dark spell of the flame he needed to be able to control his magic. He wasnt strong enough alone. Legends said that together a representative of each of the 7 political factions of the realm could balance out the incontrollable dark magic of the forgotten souls.

There was no time to lose as the day of the sacrifice was getting closer and closer. Once the blood moon would rise, he knew it would be too late.

Wild Mage Nick of The Cosmos and his right hand Amanita took to the road. They headed west out of the valley to meet up with old friends of Nick, 7 companions from a previous life.

Over the next months, Nick and Amanita travelled through the best and worst parts of the realm to hire each of the wizards. They all accepted the hefty reward promised by Wild Mage Nick. Ethers were promised for the wizards to come together. They are to unite their power and control the dark magic of the flame.

Nick needed to complete the prophecy and only with the combined magic of the 7 factions would Nick be able to pass through the Flame and become more than a forgotten soul.


Void Disciple Voidoth of the Veil

# Void Disciple Voidoth of the Veil #667

### He was destined for greatness, vowed his whole life to the void, mastering the dark side of the magic... But forever haunted by the thought of being born just one day too late... Old Scratch... that should be him.


Pyromancer Titania of the Bibliotheca

Titania has always been the quiet kid of the town - town children saw her as an outcast. She was kind-hearted and god-fearing. When she accidentally burnt her family's house down, she caused massive damage to the town - burning the town tavern with the house. Titania ran to the wilderness to never come back again. Her loyal fireball "spark" and the spirit of fire started a journey for redemption, an escape from her past...


Battle Mage Hagar of the Woodlands

And so it begins, a magical journey, alas, he arrived late, but not to be underestimated, for those who require time, require POWER!!!!!!!!!!


Magus Samuel of El Dorado

# Magus the dark mage

_Delete below sample to write your own_

Magus is an old mage of the Empire, who decided to leave after finding out of all the corruptions inside it, his goals now are to travel the world to destroy all evils

During his journey he picked up his pet rat Larry, who is a magical rat who has the ability to speak. He helps him on his journey, by doing stuff only a small creature could do (opening locked doors from the inside, stealing stuff, ...)


Sorcerer Azazel of the Lake

# A man goes to see Sorcerer Azazel of the Lake and says

"Can you lift a curse that a priest put on me years ago?"

"Maybe," says Azazel of the Lake, "Can you remember the exact words of the curse?"

The man replies, "I pronounce you man and wife."


Witch Velorina of Avalon

Growing up an orphan in the ugly streets of Goblin Town, Velorina was but a young boy by the time he was acquainted with suffering and death.

Blessed with latent talent, a travelling magus took a liking to him and pulled him from the gutters. Searching for greater power, Velorina's master gradually became corrupted by the dark temptation of void magicks, and would come to have more *sinister* things in mind for the budding wizard.

Velorina became a vessel to foul experiments, and lost himself in the murky chaos that enveloped his psych.

*Now his master is no more*

A free witch, Velorina now wanders the realm searching for mind altering concoctions to sooth his being and ultimately restore his forgotten soul to what it once was...


Magus David of the Plains

Sometimes you just have rewire your brain with the help of some fungi.


Azahl of the Wild

# The story of Azahl of the Wild

## A tale of bravery and ambition.

Azahl was born to a family of roving fortune-tellers who swindled townsfolk out of their silver. Their trick was to strike fear into their victims with conjured tales of terrible misfortune that would befall them. The only way to stave off disaster was with a protection spell that only the family could bestowfor the right price. Azahl grew up observing the treachery his family spread and longed for a greater life than what was set out for him.

One day he learned of a great Sorcerer who resided at the top of a nigh-impossible to scale mountain top who granted wishes for those bold enough to seek him out. The trip up the mountain nearly cost Azahl his life. His wish was to truly be able to peer into the future so he could beat his family and their own game. Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, the Sorcerer used his powers to grant Azahl his wish, and gifted him a vial of virgin's blood. The blood would become the source of Azahl's new powers and from then on, he would never part with it.


Magus Basil of the Astral Plane

# Chapter 1: Witness to a Spell Gone Wrong
Basil of the Astral Plane collapsed into his high-backed chair and puffed out his cheeks. The caduceus in his hand still trembled from the cosmic forces that had flowed up the staff into his mind. He stroked the two snakes that twisted around the winged staff. Slowly, the intricately carved serpents settled back into their usual position and solidified, all trace of animation vanishing.

Now that the staff was no longer controlling their Dream Quest, Vortex came out of her trance. The bulky snails eye stalks popped out from the interior of her shell, and she waved them anxiously in Basils direction.

Oh yes, my dear, I know. Very worrying indeed. Yes hmm A lot to ponder, dont you agree?

Basil steepled his fingers under his chin, and prepared himself for a good, long think. Vortex settled herself down next to his foot and began to hum pensively.

The magnitude of what they had just seen was hard for the ancient Magus to comprehend. The key to the Seventh Realm shattered? And seven hundred and seventy-seven copies somehow blasted across the Runiverse!

Well seven hundred and seventy-six. Voidoth had one of the copies. Thankfully the Key Master had managed to reclaim the original key, or who knew what further atrocities the Voidlord might have conjured up. A pity that the Necromancer had escaped into the Void.

Neither Basil nor even the Key Master himself were able to gain entry into that dreadful realm of the dead. A pity, yes, but at least the spell had failed.


Basil took no pleasure in seeing even the most dastardly wizard burned out by their own spell, but he was willing to make an exception for the Great Lord of the Void. He tutted in displeasure. So many good witches and wizards sacrificed  and for what? A chance at revenge on a world of magic-makers? Most of them knew nothing of the terrible experiment that had brought the cyborg into existence.

Sacrificed yet not dead. Of that, he was sure. He had felt their essences  each and every one of them  shrunken and crushed beneath the oppression of the Quantum Shadow; stripped of their worldly husks; reduced to their ethereal form. And trapped inside the shadowkeys.

That name had manifested itself suddenly in his mind during the Dream Quest, as he floated with Vortex above the lip of the valley, witness to the carnage  helpless onlookers as the spell went horribly wrong. It was an apt name, shadowkey. Imbued with the ethereal imprints of the magic-makers whose souls were trapped inside the copies. Tainted by the Quantum Shadow itself. What were they capable of? Could the shadowkeys be used to unlock the Gate to the Seventh Realm?

A lot to ponder, indeed.


A lot to ponder, indeed.

# Chapter 2: A Coating of Astral Slime
Basil stepped dreamily through the portal as the afterimage of his Water Rune faded from sight. The vast, tranquil waters of Dream Master Lake stretched all around as far as the eye could see. To the north, the jagged peaks rose into the clouds, where lay the Gate to the Seventh Realm. To the northeast, Blue Wizard Bastion sat at the top of a green hill, surrounded by scattered outcrops of speckled white and grey rocks. The massive blocky castle of dazzling blue stone dominated the landscape, looming over even the tallest of the sprawling citys fantastical skyscrapers  extravagant symbols of the technological prowess of the wizard guild presiding over the city.

Basil scratched his bearded chin. How did he get here? He looked around the sparsely vegetated isle. The edges of his vision blurred and wavered weirdly. Behind him, the portal shimmered and faded, leaving nothing behind but a large boulder engraved with a number of symbols. As well as his own Rune of Water, he picked out the mark of Neptune  so common amongst the aquatic wizards of Atlantis. Basil chuckled. Now that had been quite a Dream Quest. Those water folk sure knew how to party. Dream Quest? Something tugged at the back of his memory. Something else tugged at his robe.

He looked down in confusion. What was this snail that had managed to wrap its mouthparts around the fabric? The creature was tugging at it insistently and  to be fair  rather forcefully for what was essentially a large sentient foot wearing a helmet. Basil stifled a groan of disgust. Snail slime all over my favourite green robe!

Dream Quest slime snail.


Dream Quest slime snail.

Heavens to Bartleby, not again! he slapped his forehead in disbelief. These episodes were becoming worryingly frequent. Had the Infinity Veils influence truly weakened to such an extent that he couldnt even recognise Vortex, his own familiar? He huffed in exasperation. This whole Psychic Leap situation was getting way out of hand.

Basil bent down and stroked Vortex lovingly, leaning on his caduceus for support. So sorry my dear, you know how it creeps up on me. The snail nodded sagely and stretched her rubbery body upwards, rubbing herself against his temples one at a time. As her astral slime coated his skin his vision began to clear, and then his mind snapped sharply back into focus. He would soon have to pay another visit to Galateas dreams, to see how she was getting on with her research. She too seemed awfully forgetful these days. Such a pity that Vortexs slime didnt seem to have any effects on the symptoms of other Purple Wizards.

Now that his mental clarity had returned, Basil strode forward with purpose. Vortex shimmied along over the ground, keeping pace with the lanky Magus. Here in the corporeal world she lacked the exceptional speed that she could produce on the Astral Plane, but she was still a damn sight more agile than most animals when she wanted to be.

As they got to the waters edge, Basil summoned his Water Rune once more. Spreading his palms out to either side, he expanded the luminous triangle and then tilted it forward until it rested on the mirrored surface of the lake. As he stepped onto the triangles surface, its form hardened. Vortex scooted herself onboard and the rune-vessel raised its nose slightly into the air as they began to zip across the water. It was time to visit the Dream Whisperer.


# Chapter 3: The Dream Whisperers Folly
As Basil and Vortex made their way through the vast halls of the Bastion towards the quarters of Soran of Dreams, the wizard mentally prepared himself for the meeting with the Archmagus. It often took all his patience to deal with the man. Normally, he would have visited Soran in the Dream Realm, but it felt as though this time it warranted a meeting in the physical world. He glanced nervously over his shoulder. He never felt totally comfortable in the heart of the Blue Wizards domain. Not that they were currently openly hostile to the Purples, but still you never knew with these technologists, always chopping and changing, chasing the latest fads. The Cosmic Arcanist grimaced. Technology was just so cold and heartless! Not like the old magic.

Approaching Sorans quarters, he gathered his thoughts one last time. It had been many long years now since Voidoths misguided spell had spawned the shadowkeys and blasted back the Quantum Shadow momentarily, breaching its dark magic and allowing Sacred Key Master to briefly penetrate its murky boundaries and retrieve the key to the Seventh Realm.

Not much had been heard of the Necromancer since that time, but recently there had been stirrings in the Valley of the Void Disciple. The last time Basil tapped into the Dream Realm via the Astral Plane, Soran had told him that he thought he could access the Lord of the Voids dreams. The Archmagus had always been arrogant and reckless! Basil had tried to dissuade him, but the Dream Whisperer had paid no heed. Basil hoped he had arrived in time; that Soran had not already attempted this folly.

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The chamber was dark. As Basil shoved the thick door open, light flooded across the floor, illuminating the Dream Whisperers translucent form reclining on a fancifully worked chaise longue beneath heavily-curtained windows. The Arcanist hurried over, readying his caduceus  Soran had already entered the Dream Realm, but if Basil acted fast, he might still be able to extract him.

The Dream Whisperers soul was currently in limbo, half in the waking world and half  if he had gone ahead with his madcap plan  in the deranged dreams of a psychopathic cyborg. Basil cast his hand over the caduceus and the snakes came to life, twining themselves around the staff and up over its winged head. He hurriedly picked up Vortex, who dripped luminescent slime on the plush indigo carpet as he lowered the golden knob of the caduceus and touched it to Sorans forehead.

The metal passed through the Archmaguss insubstantial forehead and Basil felt his consciousness flow down the length of the rod. He could feel the Astral swirls of Vortexs shell pulsing with energy; bright light seared his eyes in a sudden flash and left him blinking and disoriented, overwhelmed by the nightmarish scene.

Gutted buildings leaned over the rubble-filled street, sparks flying from the splayed ends of wires and cables that hung from the stilted frames like entrails. The darkness was ablaze with orange flames as the city silently burned.


Basil cursed under his breath he had overshot the Astral Plane and ended up within the cyborgs dream, rather than viewing it from a safe distance. Well, there was nothing else for it now, Sorans life could be hanging in the balance. He let Vortexs slime squelch between his fingers, felt the power surge, and they flashed to the top of the hill, where the smouldering ruins of the Bastion lay in heaps strewn across the blackened grass.

Blue-robed corpses littered the hillside, bloodied and crushed beneath the fallen rubble. From the bowels of the city below, a siren blared. The Lord of the Voids dreams were predictable  his thirst for revenge against the Blue Wizards was all-consuming  yet it made them no less horrifying.

Basil picked his way cautiously over the wreckage. Three of the castles innermost walls still stood, though the fourth had been blasted outward, leaving the interior facing him like a theatre stage. The cyborg stood in the centre of it all, bony fingers outstretched as he lashed at Archmagus Soran with his dark magic. The Dream Whisperers high-pitched screams suddenly filled Basils ears.

Too late, we hold no control here! Impossible to control the dreams of a machine!

The cyborg turned his head slowly Basils eyes widened. Another mistake, and this one could be fatal. He had come too close, mesmerised by it all. In that microsecond, he saw his own face frozen in horror, reflected in the visor of the skeletal Voidlord. The cyborg grinned and raised a hand towards the Arcanist.

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Basil gasped as his body reformed, taking on substance. The snakes writhed around his staff, confused by the sudden consciousness break. Such a sudden and violent transition between Realms was extremely dangerous. Blinding pain lanced at his eyes, and Basil clutched at his head with a long moan. Vortex shook with consternation as the shock of the transition faded.

The pain began to subside, and he was finally able to drag himself to a standing position using the caduceus as a crutch, although he was still wobbly on his feet.
Magus Basil of the Astral Plane stared grimly down at the empty chaise longue: the Dream Whisperers body was gone.

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## Story Arc Index:
Prologue: @wizard777

Part 1: @wizard4298

Part 2: @wizard292

Part 3: @wizard2261

Part 4: @wizard3911

Part 5: @wizard1177

Part 6: @wizard2876


Hedge Wizard Goliath of the Havens

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Goliath hunched over the table and pulled his hood low over his eyes. The green cord that usually held back his raven-black hair was safely tucked away in one of the inner pockets of his robe; his bright green cape was bundled up in his pack. It was never a smart idea to flaunt ones allegiance in Goblin Town, no matter its authenticity.

The noise of the tavern ebbed and flowed around him. At the end of the bar, a scrawny, heavily inebriated goblin was telling anybody who would listen about how he got his jollies from making regular trips into the Quantum Shadow. His fellow goblins at the bar were bellowing their disbelief. They were unlikely to be his friends  Goliath didnt think that goblins ever really had friends  and from past experience he knew that if the scrawny one didnt shut his gob, the night would quickly become violent.

The goblin hiccupped, blinking as he tried to focus on his larger companions, then peered into his empty tankard in disbelief. He began trying to knock a few coins off the price of his next drink; the barkeep was energetic in his counter-arguments.

Goblins loved to haggle; it was practically a religion to them. The thriving Black Market in the town centre was possibly the Runiverses worst kept secret. But what wizard  councillor or not  would dare to try and shut it down? The Black Market almost single-handedly supported a host of dishonest or down-on-their-luck magic-users, through the illicit trade of potions, spells, artefacts sometimes even Rudimentals.

A better-kept secret was the alliance the goblins had formed with the bands of brigands who roamed The Thorn and controlled the southern stretches of the road that ran up past Frog Master Marsh and through The Carnival Pass to the lands in the north.