Voodoo Priest Caligari of the Marsh

# Voodoo Priest Caligari of the Marsh

Caligari always felt a little different than most.

Closing his eyes, he heard whispers; he saw...ghosts.

Long, echoing wails...

Dark winds pushing on sails

A new land embraced an unknown man,

His feet hovered inches above the sand

The terror of the rest, white-washed bones across the land,

An answer or an ally, one who senses with his hand.

They call to him and wail to him and ask of him so much,

Nothing, no one, never, all retreated from his touch.

When the pile approaches sunshine

and the costume refines my lines...

IT'S TIME.


Battle Mage Robert of the Mount

# The Lore of Battle Mage Robert of the Mount

Magic comes in many shapes, sizes, colors, and containers.

Some wizards can conjure ethereal runes from their fingertips. A few a dem lucky Tengukensei devils (is that the PC term?) can shoot flames from their mitts! Twould be a handy power around here after All Souls, I tell ya.

Frolicksome familiars are attracted to lucky magical beings  Enchanter Diana of the River found herself a Jeweled Hummingbird, wouldya believe. A thing of beauty it is!

When I was having a catch-up with my mate Todd, he said  hand on spellbook  that some of the fanciest lads in the Capital had heads shaped like pyramids. Wonders never cease.

Me? Im Battle Mage Robert of the Mount, and what powers do I bring to bear against the rising forces of darkness?

Ive got a broom.

And a sickly rat.

Ah, now enough of that tattle from me.

All the same, Id rather my lot in life than Magus Shabbith-Kas. Hes my neighbor across the heath who spent a _little_ too much time reading weird tales, and now wont stop talking  if thats what ya call the sound coming out of his calamari-covered cakehole  about someplace called _R'lyeh_ down the pub.

I wont gwan any longer. Me an Justin (me rat) have a lot of cleaning up to do. Neer do wells and worse are popping up faster than toadstools around Magus Buttons of the Marsh, and weve got a lot of sweeping ahead of us...


Magus Carly of the Steppe

# The Lore of Magus Carly of the Steppe

Carly is a young lady focusing on luck knowledge in order to achieve magery efficiency.

Thus, she studies every luck items she is able to and chose a horseshoe as her main symbol.


Magus Diana of the Road

# The Lore of Magus Diana of the Road

Diana is a nature lover, thus focus on expanding her wizardry through nature elements.

Mushrooms, spandex and large hats are welcome too.


Runecaster David of the Hall

# The Lore of Runecaster David of the Hall

Last known transmission from Rupert the White:

"

Our link has been strained since the voyage...

I fear he lost something vital to the Brine

I fear we both did

"


Enchanter Taqi of the Berg

# The Lore of Ferris Farr of Derbyshire

# Heelllllppp!

Ferris is just an everyday guy living his best life in Derbyshire, UK.  After a heavy evening of drinking, he decided to take a nap on an abandoned Red Suit in the park.

Unbeknownst to him, was that the suit was only TEMPORARILY abandoned by Dream Master Enchanter Taqi of the Berg as he travelled the dreamscape with his magical Ether Staff.

Upon Taqi's return .... his body and Ferris' were vice versaed!

Now, Ferris is constantly badgered about joining quests to save civilizations across the Ether when all he wants to do is get a pint with some friends.

At the present moment, he is completely unaware of the fact that he can travel through dreams & space with Taqis powers.  Sometimes, he wakes up from a nap in a completely different city (thinking to himself that he should stop drinking).

Will they ever get vice versaed back?


Maia of the Hills

# The Lore of  Maia of the Hills

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**Maia:** ... Hello?

        Where... am I?

        Hellooooooooo?!?

        Is anybody there?????

        Hmm how did I get here...

<< _suddenly, a small figure darts quickly past her and into the shadows_ >>

**Maia:** Hey! I saw you! Reveal yourself to me at once!

<< _Maia the Enchantress quickly recites the spell of Illumination, revealing a colony of filthy Plague Rats huddled together in the corner of the room_ >>

**Maia:** Ugh, well I guess it could be worse... the Hill rats are at least 3 times the size of these.

         Shoo! Shoo!!

<< _The rats scurry off to the other side of the room_ >>

<< _They leave behind an ornate box decorated with orange, red, and white rubies_ >>

<< _Maia walks to the box and picks it up_ >>

**Maia:** Hmm... the pattern kind of looks like a fox... Sounds like there is something inside.

<< _Maia opens the box and sees an empty vial and a scroll_ >>

<< _Suddenly everything goes black_ >>

<< _Maia slowly opens her eyes and sees that she was in the middle of writing a letter. Theres a window thats open and a warm humid breeze is blowing the curtains into the room. She realized she way up high in what felt like a stony tower._ >>

<< She looks back at the letter, reaches to dip her quill once again to continue where she left off when she realizes - this is not her hand, nor her writing, nor home, nor curtains, nor desk, nor cufflinks- >>

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**????????  ????  ??  ????:** I know who you are. And Im going to be set free.

<< Chapter 1 End >>


Magus Jahid of the Tower

# The Lore of Magus Jahid of the Tower

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greetings fellow wizards,

A quest!... for those who seek answers, glory, fame and riches.

hidden within the pages of our history lies a forgotten spell. an incantation so obscure it only has one Purpose  to awake those trapped within my eternal dream world.

legend has it that the those released by _the_ _awakening spell_ are bound, along with all their belongings, to the Incantor.

**The quest**

i. the spell is simple, but it will take 10 weeks for you to learn it.

ii. the spell consists of 12 words:

- each word will be locked behind a test
- the answer to each test will be held within the book Of lore
- every week a new test
- you may ask for help, but you will only get "yes, no, or maybe so"

iii. when a wizard has learned 11/12 words and their correct order, they must come to me for the final challenge

**the Reward**

i. theawakeningspell.eth

ii. fame, glory, and karma

Relics, treasures, and even unlucky souls may be added to my dream spell - by any wizard - but only _the_ _awakening spell_ can release them.

_...good fortune & sweet dreams..._

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Soran of the Psychic Leap

# The Lore of  Soran of the Psychic Leap

Don't believe a word Soran says.  It's not clear how he wound up here, or even if he came here alone.  No one knows what's in that bag.  And that frog?  The adage warns to be wary of a man who doesn't like dogs, but never trust a man who walks a frog.  Never.  In fact, just stay away altogether.  It doesn't matter whether the Psychic Leap is a place or a time.  Just stay away.

Soran can talk.  About anything.  Seemingly endlessly.  He is engaging.  he is earnest.  He is even a little funny.  He'll tell you about ancient battles and the distant future without skipping a beat in between.  He'll even tell you what the symbol on his sweater means (though he's never given it the same meaning twice).  Then he'll reach into that bag of tricks, and what's yours becomes his--and it's not so funny anymore.  So please, just stay away.

But since you're here...pull up a chair and stay a while.  Soran would like to chat.


Alatar of the Hills

# The Lore of  Alatar of the Hills

Alatar was born in the heart of Iron Hills, a humble village called home by many half-orcs. Initially, he was subjected to the same prejudice that any half-orc was, but was able to prove to those around him that he was indeed as capable and intelligent as any other being.

His parents were pleased with this and raised him with a healthy self-esteem. He was a dutiful student and quickly became the master of pyromancy. It was his dream to expand the knowledge of those around him and to become a great leader.

After living a life of simple pleasures in Irontown, he was eventually approached by the locals who foresaw a great future for him. He was then called up to take the high seat in the half-orc kingdom of Grabisco.

He reached Iron Hills in his lifetime, but it was not for the glory he had imagined. Being thrust into a new kingdom, he was tasked with protecting the kingdom and providing leadership to its people.

He tries to be as kind as possible to those around him, but his position makes that difficult. He seems to be a man of high morals, but Irontown was not able to see that until he left.

In recent years, he has become a standard bearer for half-orc kind, traveling the world to promote half-orc rights.

#### Personality:

Alatar is misunderstood. He is confident in his abilities though he is somewhat fearful that he will fail the people of Grabisco.

#### Appearance:

Standing 63, Alatar has dark skin and looks to be somewhere in the range of 20-30 years old. His hair is short and blonde and his eyes are piercing blue. He dresses in regal attire, with blue robes and a blue cape paired with a golden crown.

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Alatar is on a quest to protect his people, to ensure that they will not be treated as second class citizens. He wants to spread the word that half-orcs should not be feared.


Sorcerer Milo from the Abyss

# Sorcerer Milo from the Abyss

## Prologue

> _It is a well-known known fact, or if nothing else a widely shared belief, that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Since the dawn of time, man has thus weighed, judged, and thereby taken measure of character - based on the briefest of glances, or deepest of stares._

> _A good man, they would say, has eyes from which projects an earnest depth of empathy and decency, while a man of questionable intentions, even one whose soul could be said to be draped in the shroud of evil, should undoubtedly be betrayed by the twin fires subtly shining from the depths of their dark eyes._

> _Further, there are those who would insist the most painless way to divine the cast from which a soul was forged, whether one of purity and light or of corruption and darkness, lies simply in observing the face as a whole; the eyes to be sure, but also the lines worn from smiles aplenty or frowns from anguish and anger, the twist of crows feet from a lifetime of laughs, or the firm downcast lines of lips more attuned to discontent._

> _This is, as you should be well aware, all folly._

>
> Disciple Dichotomy, Vol. I
> _Voidoth_

Milos eyes had always been kind. His cheeks an intricate map of lines well earned from countless smiles and smirks, the corners of his gentle eyes webbed and wrinkled. Most who had cast their glance on his amicable grandfatherly face would agree that these are the eyes of a kind man; this is the face of honesty and empathy. Of course, most who had experienced the misfortune of locking eyes with Milo were now dead.


Fluttering in and out of the dark corners of the shadowed room, Fluffy was busy inspecting and seeking out the occasional ill-fated insect or small rodent. The purple bat would make certain that there would be no unexpected visitors this night - at least none left alive. He sensed her, like a constant comfort in the back of his head, nestled against his subconscious.

Imagining his familiars joy should anyone disturb them here, Milo allowed himself a fond chuckle and turned back to the centre of the cold room, once again scrutinising the altar. It was ordinary enough, more reminiscent of a stone slab than something arcane, aside perhaps from the small rivulets carved out on the surface and the worn symbols barely noticeable running along its sides. However, the naked body strapped down and stretched taut against the frigid stone was anything but ordinary.

As he slowly approached, his kindly eyes running up and down the large figure, he absentmindedly channelled the Rune of Mars, the crimson shape flaring to life immediately casting the room in a hellish light. With his favourite death spell now an incantation away, Sorcerer Milo from the Abyss slowly strode towards the altar, still smiling to himself.


Alchemist Ulysse of the Mount

# The Lore of Alchemist Ulysse of the Mount

_"Is it 4:20 yet?"_ Ulysse asked himself as he watched the sun begin its descent behind the peaks of the mountains where he was tending to his cannabis plants.

_"Our harvest is looking good this year, Bobbin."_ His dirt rabbit and longest companion.  The duo have a similar nature - introverts with lack of hygiene and strong noses for finding ingredients.

After a hearty toke on his pipe, Ulysse and Bobbin descended from the higher peaks to their humble cabin on the Mount.  The alchemy lab is surprisingly organized compared with the state of these two.  _"Everything in its right place."_ Ulysse chimed in as he organized his latest trimmings into their respective containers.

Known for his unique strains and strong cannabis potions, Ulysse prepares several varieties of potions for his fellow wizards.  He specializes in medicinal and psychedelic concoctions.  Ulysse trades throughout the realm and his cabin is a welcome respite for wizards traversing the mountains where he resides.

When not preparing or imbibing in cannabis potions, Ulysse spends time researching spells that are jovial in nature.  His Color Spray of Uranus, seen below, is a burst of color and light that will enliven any wizard gathering.  Almost as much as the cannabis potions Ulysse will inevitably have in tow.


Mystic David of the Quantum Shadow

# The Lore of Mystic David of the Quantum Shadow

Many paths I have traveled,

many tomes I have read,

In search of enlightenment,

through the Cosmos Ive been led.

Crowley was my first teacher,

he helped me begin the search.

I yearn to discover my True Will,

but these efforts my intent does besmirch.

Still, I developed through meditation,

and increased my concentration as well.

Magick I did develop,

allowing my body to escape its shell.

In the Astral Plane I did travel,

and eventually sought to cross the Abyss.

However, the illusions disturbed me,

something had clearly gone amiss.

I flailed and fled blindly,

seeking solace in the reality I know.

But I ended up in another place,

known as the Quantum Shadow.

The Shadow is full of watchful powers,

detected, they captured me.

They sensed I had some small ability,

and now I am bound here completely.

Now it appears that this Realm,

is beset by Holy Flames.

My masters wish to know more about them,

and what advantage a burning gains.

So I am offered in some kind of contest,

alongside other captive souls.

If those who watch wish it,

I will be selected by those accursed polls.

But, perhaps this Sacred Flame,

is what Ive been searching for all this time.

A method to burn away the unnecessary,

discover my Silent Self, and be sublimed.

I leave it your hands, fellow magicians,

please help me decide.

Yes or no, please let me know,

indecision, I cannot abide.


Voodoo Priest Louis of the Keep

# The Lore of Voodoo Priest Louis of the Keep

Louis, or Louie, as his friends call him, makes magic gumbo in the swamp. Can be used for good or evil but you better think about your relationship with Louie before you try it. He was awarded the key to the city when he fed the entire Florida Gators team the evil version of his gumbo before they played LSU.


Chaos Mage Miyo of the Wood

# The Lore of Chaos Mage Miyo of the Wood

Follow my adventures on Twitter: @Chaos_Mage_Miyo

Art by: @0yngyt


# The Tales & Lore of Voodoo Priest Uvlius of the Astral Plane

Voodoo Priest Uvlius, First of his name, arrived in this realm at the start of the first age. Not much is known about Uvlius, and his whereabouts remain a mystery to this day. It is said that those who meet him are blessed with serenity and fortune. There are several scrolls written of him in the archives, though nearly all of them are faded or written in tongues no longer spoken. The surviving texts, however, tell of his mystical bone stave which some say is composed entirely of pure starlight. The plumes that adorn the tip of his staff are said to be from a famed Pheonix of legend. Uvlius was said to journey alongside his comrade and pet bliss-cat, Gwynn. Few possess the ability to see Gwynn, and the weathered scrolls that remain speak of Gwynn's blindingly white fur and fiery eyes. A student of Saturn, Uvlius was said to command extraordinary skill in the practice of both white and black magic. The last known manuscript detailing his whereabouts was uncovered in the peculiar ruins of an undersea cavern somewhere in the Salt, off the coast near the Secret Tower. Herein are writ the last known words of Voodoo Priest Uvlius of the Astral Plane: "I valief burning na- nigh. Look ana i l ap- i yavand- isil, on a an- hallowed eve. Tar tye indme hir me ar tar ni shall appear."


Sorcerer Azazel of the Lake

# The Lore of Sorcerer Azazel of the Lake

The name Azazel always triggers shivers down your spine.

People will always have the same things to say about him: cruel, heartless, cold.

It's not easy to make good impressions when you're a Death Eater..

Azazel is not like the others though, and day after day, week after week his shell starts to crack a tiny bit more.

If an observer would to spy on him at night they would quickly see he has a soft side to him, reading his bedtime stories to his beloved cockatrice in secret.

One day he will become the greatest children's story writer of all time..or so he hopes.


Battle Mage Talon of the Grotto

# The Lore of Battle Mage Talon of the Grotto

Talon might be dumb as a rock, but thankfully his rat Einstein is here to whisper in his ear what to say and what to do.

What Talon lacks in brilliance though, is counteracted by his immense constitution, he just cannot get hurt. Even mushrooms don't do anything, although he's trying every kind he can get his hands on so he can feel and channel the magic in him.

And there began his quest to find the most potent mushroom of them all, the infamous Black Ether.


Battle Mage Brutus of the Morning Star

The darkness declares the glory of light.


## Buffy Disintegrator of the Duck Alliance

Buffy hates ducks
* Ducks are bad
* Ducks are ugly
* Ducks reject Buffy

Wait

Is Buffy a duck?

> Quack Quack


Arthur Mercenary of the Arena

Arthur 1st Lore Entry

No clouds above, in a moonless sky. No wind present, in a lightly dry heat. A clocktower had struck the hour of Lime a few minutes ago. The Arena is empty, except for one sound. Quietly clanking footsteps come from the direction of the Arena barracks. The night remains still, and unaware. The guards had been drinking tonight.

A shadow moves about, and no one sees it. A few scant torches catch glimpses of a red cloaked figure. It stops at the edge of the Arena's main entrance. The figure turns suddenly to hide behind a barrel of lamp oil. The next shift won't be arriving for a couple more hours. Arthur, Mercenary of the Arena, considers that their imagination might be getting to them. The stout figure of the warrior stands back up, and with a single movement scales the wall and drops silently onto the ground of the other side.

A long courtyard spreads out into Arthur's vision. Nostalgia and a sense of quiet eeriness creeps into Arthur's thoughts. There's quiet and there's...

The mercenary slips and moves from pillar to pillar through the cover of the courtyard's dense and numerous rose bushes. Bloody red. Arthur is not pleased with this level of self-distraction.

Movement.

Arthur turns to hear a footfall in the opposite direction. "Love..." a voice whispers from behind Arthur. "Did you really think you would take off without me?"


Druid Thor of the Hills

# The Lore of Druid Thor of the Hills

Thor lost his familiar long ago. The loving bond he once had to the land that fueled his existence has faded to no more than a slight acquaintance. Seeing the path he was on Thor decided to peer into the abyss for answers. At his darkest time Thor began to see a light. It was a flame, sacred to some.


Wild Mage Bayard of the Sacred Pillars

# The Lore of Wild Mage Bayard of the Sacred Pillars

Keeper of the Sacred Pillars deep in the heart of BattleMage Mountains. Guarding the light that protects all animal beings with his Ancient Staff and Lime Runes. Always accompanioned by sati, his 300 year old rabbit with transfiguration powers helps his every move. Mage Bayard has been the sole guard of the Mountains for the past five centuries living in harmony within nature. Using his powers to divert any evil entity that aproaches this sacret haeven, Mage Bayard gets his power straight from the mythical green plants found within the mountain's forest.


Adept Daria of the Mist

# The Lore of Adept Daria of the Mist

In order to tell you who I am I must first tell you where Ive been. To do that I must first fill the pipe I have carved from one of the horns adorning my head. This will require pulling from deepest parts of my mind inaccessible otherwise.

I embarked on this journey after consuming the fungal sacrament of Magus Jezebel of the Hills. She prepared the mushroom and I then ingested. Afterward Magus Jezebel instructed that I lay on the floor of her cabin. I felt my stomach twist and then poof- I was traveling outside of this realm, time insignificant.

I found myself in a large field. There were farmers all around; some retired and some not. I ignored them and focused on something smaller but at the time didnt seem so. I focused in on the minutiae and in doing so I realized that we are all connected, each serving a purpose of equal magnitude. All of us magnificent, our faults meaningless. Love abounds and at our most base we are still love distilled.

It was right at this moment of realization that one of the farmers approached and stated You do not belong here. Immediately I was whisked back to the cabin of Magus Jezebel where I was still laying on the ground with a damp cloth upon my forehead. Magus Jezebel looked deeply into my eyes and faintly smiled.

Through this journey I found that I no longer feared death but perhaps more importantly that I no longer feared life as well. I will journey fourth with an empathy and understanding until now unfathomable. My magic grows.


Azahl

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                 Azahl, The Blue, Of Aldo's Isle,

                     Atop the Secret Tower

                        After Many A Mile,

                         Preparing A Tea,

                          Pyramid At Sea


Void Disciple Zeromus of the Gnostics

# Void Disciple Zeromus of the Gnostics

> Years spent exploring and experimenting,

> all in search of union with the void.

> By entering into the flames,

> Zeromus seeks to end the search...


Sorcerer Aleister of the Ether

# The Lore of Sorcerer Aleister of the Ether

Forager of fungi, friend of the rodents.


Hedge Wizard Peppy of the Cosmos

# Hedge Wizard Peppy of the Cosmos

## Prologue

_From my many ruminations, and travels aplenty, I have undoubtedly become the most learned of all the splendor which mundane minds would label mere fantasy. Indeed, though many would contest my writings, few have seen what I have laid eyes upon and never beheld all the marvels this world has on offer. Fewer still have ventured where I dared tread, and none have made it to the farthest reaches beyond the Brine as have I._

_There, amidst wonders worthy of the wildest imagination, my scribe given scant reprieve from documenting my discoveries, my life was nearly forfeit. Was it due to a lapse in judgement, or perhaps the lack of preparations for such a fantastical journey, that nearly did me in? Or perhaps the wildest and most ferocious apex predator, heretofore unseen, unstudied and certainly not labeled in the Capitals vast library, hunting me in the night as I fled for my life? One might imagine it so; with heroic effort slaying the beast in the noblest fashion, eyes ablaze and bloodied fists raised to the unfamiliar skies. Were it only thus._

_Yet I speak not in shame of my near demise, nor the loss of both my feet; for that precipitous and pernicious plant  yes, the viridescent foliage of innocent visage, would frighten even the most seasoned Kobold hunter to a lifetime of nightmares, should they witness it unfold, unfurl and envelop them - as it did me then._

Adventures Beyond the Brine
_Edwyn Lymp_


Adventures Beyond the Brine
_Edwyn Lymp_

The descent into the lowlands had taken Peppy nearly ten days. The windswept snow-covered peaks and craggy outcrops had for a long while refused to give way to the occasional stubborn shrub. However, inexorably, grey stone and blue ice gave way to trickles of water and green moss - spoor and trails appearing, well hidden, in an ever-expanding field of green.

A welcome sight indeed, and though the mighty Mountain in all its splendour was certainly awe-inspiring, hed always felt more attuned below the tree line. Here, with soft moss under bare foot and canopy of green overhead, the night was full of sounds, full of life. In this verdant embrace his Magic flared to life, threatening to overwhelm him as was its wont. The battle of balance, however, was second nature since childhood, and the thrill brought the usual smile to his lips.

_Ribbit._

Would you two please leave be?  he exclaimed in uncharacteristic frustration; his train of thought broken. There is plenty of food for you both!. The large green bullfrog, aptly named Ribbit, had the good sense to look abashed as he turned his attention to Hungry. Hungry, for lack of a better word, was, well always hungry. Peppy, never having been burdened with the unnecessary habit of overly complex vocabulary, was quite content with the names he had given both his familiar and the strange plant-like being currently wrapping itself around the tree trunk as his back. Hed seen Hungry devour an entire stag whole, but it seemed content, for the moment, to steal the occasional fly Ribbit had set his amphibious eyes upon.


Leave her to her meal and check the perimeter, Peppy remarked as he once again closed his eyes, focusing inward. The view had been, as expected, unobscured from the heights as the full plethora of the heavens opened before him. He had hoped to see the same familiar shapes, had longed for the comfort of recognition as he gazed up at the pantheons.

Alas there was something amiss; something was not quite right in the Cosmos.

_Ribbit._


Hedge Wizard Calliope of the Thorn

# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Calliope of the Thorn

"I believe fashion can influence tha way people think.When fashion designers make garments we have never seen before,we can see new fantastic viewpoints which have the potential to change the world.I want to be someone who encourages people to open themselves to new ideas."


Necromancer Malcom of Arcadia

#                  The Lore of Necromancer Malcom of Arcadia

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Magus Jahid of the Tower

# The Lore of Magus Jahid of the Tower

--------------test #1--------------

greetings fellow wizards,

A quest!... for those who seek answers, glory, fame and riches.

hidden within the pages of our history lies a forgotten spell. an incantation so obscure it only has one Purpose  to awake those trapped within my eternal dream world. legend has it that the those released by _the_ _awakening spell_ are bound, along with all their belongings, to the Incantor.

**The quest**

i. the spell is simple, but it will take 10 weeks for you to learn it.

ii. the spell consists of 12 words:

- each word will be locked behind a test
- the answer to each test will be held within the book Of lore
- every week a new test
- you may ask for help, but you will only get "yes, no, or maybe so"

iii. when a wizard has learned 11/12 words and their correct order, they must come to me for the final challenge

**the Reward**

i. the contents of theawakeningspell.eth

ii. fame, glory, and karma

Relics, treasures, and even unlucky souls may be added to my dream spell - by any wizard - but only _the_ _awakening spell_ can release them.

_...good fortune & sweet dreams..._

_---------------test #2 -------------_


Artificer Aamon of the Hall

# Artificer Aamon of the Hall

Lover of all things precious metals, Aamon has been searching for gold since he got his first taste of it.

His head, his chain, his toad and his key - what else could this skeleton want?

Well, this key was given to him by Arch-Magician Alessar of the Mu. A chest located in Alessar's Keep can be opened with this key, and legend has it that this chest holds riches even a gold skeleton would be stunned by.

Greed is a dangerous thing.


Summoner Oberon of the Tundra

# The Lore of One Who Shall be Burned

## My past no longer matters. Enchanter Orbus has shown me a _bright_ future. I trust his vision; I will serve him in this plane and the next.

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Archmagus Gully of the Brambles

# The Lore of Archmagus Gully of the Brambles

I am the reptilian humanoid,

that commonly infest dungeons.

Incilius periglenes, the golden toad,

have her own assumptions.

I am a traveler in an orange cape,

on a quest for what will free us.

A solar staff so rare a bright,

protects the rune of venus

I have boundless power in my hands,

seeking infinite knowlege.

I am ready for what life demands,

I am the Archmagus Gully of the Brambles.


Runecaster Zagan of Avalon

# _The Great Burning & Transmutation of Zagan_

**Zagan served the Kings of Avalon for 1,666 years.**

And in that time, he stole many a soul for his many a King.

On the basis of his servitude, and for saving his King's life with his healing Red Mamba snake, he was adopted by King Dotta VII as a protector and Runecaster of Avalon. Zagan became an apprentice and a student.

With a face of rot and stone, he was a lonely wizard. Loved by no one, Zagar kept mostly to himself often celebrating occasions alone. And on such occasion, the eve of his 1,666th year of birth, King Dotta VII visited his chambers which delighted Zagan.

That delight though quickly turned to horror, as a spell was cast which began to burn Zagan alive.

Faced with no other option, Zagan minted his last spell in the hopes that it could save him.

He quickly touched his body and began to be transmutate.

Betrayed, like an animal, w**hat will emerge from the fire???**

TO BE CONTINUED ....


Sorcerer Basil of the Berg

# The Lore of Sorcerer Basil of the Berg

One of the founding members of Miyos Boys. Was initially kidnapped during Chaos Mage Miyos trip to the Gate to the 7th Realm. However, by the time a few days had passed, Basil was infatuated with Miyo, and followed her willingly.

The only things Basil loved more than Miyo, were his familiar Icicle the blue rat, and his Egg of Unknown Origin. Basil had found the egg during one of his journeys out on the ice near his home, and he was certain that if he could get the creature to hatch, he would have the power to do whatever he wanted.

Of course, getting the egg hatched is easier said than done. Various incantations, rituals, stress tests, and cooking methods were attempted. Yet none of them had any discernable effect on the egg.

During the run-up to the Great Wizard Burning, Miyo acquired one of the Sacred Flames. Sensing an opportunity, Basil begged Miyo to let him and his egg be the ones to merge with the flame.

Although Miyo had a few other burn candidates in mind, she was also curious to know what would happen if the egg were exposed to the flame(to be continued)


Battle Mage Hagar of the Steppe

# The Lore of Battle Mage Hagar of the Steppe, Master of Chad Magic

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Battle Mage Baird of the Road

# The Lore of Battle Mage Baird of the Road

Born a mage, Baird perceived wizardry more as a burden rather than a gift. He preferred to live the life of a simple man, a wanderer, exploring the world and the nature within. The powerful solar staff Baird inherited from his father, he gifted to his friend Norix of the Wood. They first met in the tavern, sharing the same appetite for Jitcys Ale. From that time on, Bairds orange leather boots often took him into the Hedge Wizard Wood. A peaceful shelter that never ceased to amaze him with its wonderful flora and fauna. Life was good and friendship helped the old man to compensate for the family discords of the past. It hasnt always been easy to leave the battle mage roots behind. While sometimes a bit grumpy, Baird was beloved by his friends for his dry humor and curiosity.

One day, as he returned from a merry evening at the tavern, a flame pierced the darkness along the path. Bairds rumbling stomach was demanding a hearty meal and the rabbit, following him, was the predestined main course. Only the troubles of lighting a fire had prolonged the mammals lifespan. Therefore, the bright flame, though peculiar, was a welcome opportunity. In joyful anticipation, Baird grabbed a branch from the ground and approached the orange blaze. As he got closer, extraordinary heat struck his face. Never will a rabbit be roasted more quickly he mumbled, while poking the fire with his wooden branch. All of a sudden, the flame expanded explosively, giving Baird no chance to escape.

Burned alive by a forgotten Sacred Flame, Baird is no more.


Enchanter Devon of the Hollow

# An excerpt from the journal of Enchanter Devon of the Hollow

I can hear a message ringing from the other side -- repeating, echoing, but I can't quite make it out...

This may be the last you hear from me. I'm afraid I must walk through the flame.


Magus Ilyas of the Swell

# The Lore of Magus Ilyas of the Swell

Lost I was within the ocean swells that near-capsized me. I began to pray that if I passed alive through soaking hell Id serve the greater good for all my days, think not of pleasure, profit. When the storm spit me onto the shore, I wept with thanks and walked into a tavern to get warm. A mug of ale, a hearth with embers banked and me, all lost in thought. A fire is more than opposite of water. It creates new life. The whole world is its lonely shore, like water, coursing through trickles and spates, so off I to the burn, to toil and spin my taleor maybe Ill throw myself in.

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Hex Mage Apollo from the Shadow

# The Lore of Hex Mage Apollo from the Shadow

I have journeyed far to get here. The legend says when you pass through the flame you may be granted eternal life... I am willing to risk it all for the chance of living for eternity, wish me luck


Hex Mage Ulysse of the Plains

# The Lore of Hex Mage Ulysse of the Plains

Ulysse the Hex, once in line for the throne of his Kingdom, now travels The Wilds in search of his greatest foe. Driven by an unending rage to pursue those that took more than just his eye he will not stop till his has taken his revenge.


Artificer Bobbin of the Atheneum

# The Lore of Artificer Bobbin of the Atheneum

The boy was made of wood, yet he had an affinity towards the flame. It is as if his fate was determined before he was born. He must burn.


Druid Diana of the Plains

# The Lore of Druid Diana of the Plains

The road to hell is paved with good intentions  Author  many.

Druid Diana wanted revenge. She wanted people to pay for what they had done to her family. She saw what the death of her mother had done to Ursula and she wanted no family to be broken up in the way hers was ever again. In a desire to avenge those that wronged her during the witch trials, she drove herself mad. She was willing to sacrifice almost anything to end the nightmares.

(This is the second part of the story of Hedge Wizard Ursula of the Steppe #4564)

Meet Druid Diana the sharper, bolder, younger sister of Hedge Wizard Ursula. Both escaped the wrath of the witch hunters and Ursula did her best to look after Diana who was skilled in many ways Ursula was not. She soon surpassed her teacher in magic, hunting, and internal wisdom. Like Ursula, she was not accepting of the status quo. While she too fought to change the Metaverse and tackle societal problems, there was unfinished business that kept her awake at night and it was time for her to settle the score.

The Rune of Neptune yields an unruly power over her. Change is in her blood. She had seen the flame in her nightmares before, so when it appeared at her doorstep on a Saturday afternoon, she knew this was her calling. This was a catalyst to open the Portal of the Quantum Shadow. This was an opportunity for her to change history and rewrite the future. To be a mediator between humans and the gods. Of course this could also be the end of her. An undesirable outcome for some, but a message to her from the Gods that her soul had achieved enlightenment, and that there were no more lessons to be learned. Death, after all, was the only certainty, and she had no fear in looking it in the eye.


She intends to take nothing with her however her partner the Sun cat refuses to leave her side. To all observers, it is clear that the cat is a living reincarnation of her. The cat portrays the good and the bad, the jealousy and the anger, and the power & strength that emanates from within Diana. She swings by the Steppe to pay one last visit to Ursula, who insists Diana take snacks in her hip pack for the journey through the flame. You may not be first in line and may get hungry in the process nurturing motherly Ursula had said. Diana packs some marshmallows & graham crackers. Who doesnt love a SMORE, it may be her last meal after all!

As she walks towards the shadows the scenarios play through her head once again. The Phoenix feather which long protected both sisters had never been tested against Black Magic.Diana, divine, wise, protected  but was that enough?


Chaos Mage Miyo of the Wood

# The Lore of Chaos Mage Miyo of the Wood

Origin Story

Since birth, Miyo lived at a cinnabar mine. Mercury, which is extracted from the Cinnabar, is prized among the alchemist community for its unique properties, and among the wider wizarding community as an occasional source of powerful Cinnabar Runes. Unfortunately, unscrupulous Red Wizards created company towns and ensnared poor laborers into perpetual debt. Life expectancy for the mercury miners was low, due to exposure. By the age of 10, Miyo had already lost both parents as a result, but unfortunately their debt was passed on to her (based on the contract they had signed) and so she remained at the mine.

Children were not forced to work deep in the mines where the exposure was greatest. Instead, they acted mainly as gophers and messengers. Still, Miyo was constantly exposed to a low level of mercury, and gradually she noticed that her hands constantly trembled, she kept forgetting things, and she struggled to keep her energy up. Still, the mine owners would not relent; she needed to keep working off her debt as long as she was physically able. Unfortunately, her housing, barebones as it was, exceeded her meager wages.

One day, feeling especially weak, Miyo felt she couldnt go on. She crawled into a dark, abandoned shaft of the mine, wishing for maximum exposure in order to end her suffering quickly. However, instead of a quick death, she found something else. As she lay there in the dark, she suddenly noticed two luminous eyes looking back at her. A feline form emerged, glowing red with otherworldly cinders.


As she stared at what appeared to be a cat, a symbol formed in her head, the Rune of Cinnabar. It felt like a question. She accepted the power, and the rune became a part of her being. As she breathed deep, inhaling the mercury vapors and the magic both, she suddenly felt more powerful than she ever had before. It was intoxicating. Now she was the one who would be giving the orders. She was the one who would make her will a reality. A floating ball of glowing lava slowly appeared above one hand, and the face that it revealed looked much different from the tired soul that had crawled into that crevice.

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Rumors abound about what really happened to destroy the cinnabar mine. Everyone knows that a freak earthquake struck the mine. At the same time, magma bubbled up from under the mine, flooding the tunnels even as they collapsed.

There were a few individuals who claimed to have formerly worked at the mine. After a few drinks at the pub, some of them claimed to have seen a demon emerge from the mines, wading through the magma as if it were water, and laughing as the magma engulfed everything in sight. When pressed on why they had survived to tell the tale, one fellow claimed that they would have been consumed, but the demon turned away at the last moment to head towards the owners compound, allowing him and a handful of others who had been outside the mine at the time to escape.

Many of the self-proclaimed survivors happened to be children, but their tales were dismissed out of hand as fanciful. Particularly the ones about a magic glowing cat that walked beside the fiery apparition.

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These days, Miyo does what she likes. She can be kind or angry, brutal or merciful, according to her whims. She scoffs at wizard conventions and norms, and this can be seen in both her personal style as well as in the way she conducts herself.

Unfortunately, the effects of the mercury have permanently altered her psyche, and her frequent and untutored use of magic hasnt helped. As a result, anyone who interacts with her is never sure quite what to expect. She tends to make for a powerful but fickle ally - just make sure her interests stay aligned with yours.

Unfortunately, lately shes learned about the Sacred Flames, and seems to view them as both a source of amusement as well to alternatively punish people, gain more powerful servants, or even just sate her curiosity. However, as she continues to learn more of the flames, they seem to have become an obsession. Her Wizard Burn election ended in a tie, so who will be burned? Stay tuned to find out!


Arcanist Dr. Death of the Ether

# Arcanist Dr. Death of the Ether

## Prologue

> _Therefore, dear wizards, I have come to firmly believe that the sanctity and severity of the matter postulates our required course of action; According to our most trusted Cosmic Mages, the Veil shall soon be parted, and The Sacred Flame will present us with an opportunity._
>
> _As you are all aware, our most experienced Diviners and Cartomancers have long warned us; there are malevolent and dark forces at play in the Deck, players who surely will not shy from the chance of reaching beyond, transcending, transmuting and becoming one with the Cosmos. And should those whose intent are on chaos and destruction, willing to again raise ancient armaments - our wayward brethren of Void and Abyss among them - harness powers hitherto unfathomable, I fear we will face peril to our very existence._
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> _And so I plead and beseech you Holders of the Flame; we must not waver, nor plot, scheme and levy for leverage amongst ourselves; we must be unified, bold and decisive. Seek out those worthy and willing to risk the Immolation and convince them of the necessity of this ultimate sacrifice, sway them with promises of Sacred Souls, if need be, but sway them you must._
>
> _What we need now, councilmembers, are willing martyrs._
>

> An Appeal for Martyrs
>
> _The Sacred Council_


> An Appeal for Martyrs
>
> _The Sacred Council_

Amidst twisting mists, eddies embracing deep purple robes, swirls playfully lapping at his heels, the hooded and caped figure strode forward slowly. Near an eternity has passed since his feet had trod these paths, since the comforting presence of the Event Horizon tugged at the very core of his being. The coruscating convergence of energy emanating from the singularity was potent here near the epicenter. Enough to saturate and kill in mere moments, but of no concern to a Cyborg. Reminiscent of a lost lovers embrace, there was an eagerness to the sensation, near akin to desire, which, had he still had a face, would have pulled at the corners of his mouth, flaunting his once infamous smirk.

There was a certain sound, like that of a draft under a door defending against a mighty gale - or possibly more fitting a door trapping an unwilling tempest within  accompanying the soft thud of his footfalls and the rhythmical tap of metal on stone. The ghostly and unnerving sound had only gotten stronger over the centuries as its source gluttonously harvested and consumed Souls, the enormous golden scythes hunger nearly palpable.

Up ahead, the questing tendrils in the tepid air formed an eerie halo - as if the moon herself had descended from the heavens to grace him with her presence  surrounding a figure he knew intimately but had not seen in a very, very long time.

Dr. Death, it is a welcome sight to behold your gristly visage once again, rasped the luminescent figure. It was difficult to remember a time his name had been uttered not as a curse, but with warmth and familiarity, and it surprised him to feel a stirring of pleasure where his heart once resided.


Voidoth, it has been too long. Are you prepared? he asked, halting in front of his companion. I trust the timing is flawless. It would be a terrible waste if all our long-laid plans were to fail at this crucial point in the timeline.

Ah, ever the pragmatic. Yes, everything is in motion  and the Veil will soon part, Voidoth said, the Lunar staff in his hand pulsing as if in confirmation. All we need is simply to Burn.

We already died once, you know, Death commented.

Indeed, we did old friend. However, this time may our Souls pass through the Veil and beyond, Voidoth said as his magic began coalescing around him, enhanced and flavored by his alignment with Earth, manifesting the Sacred Flame before his skeletal frame.

Adding to the growing vortex, Dr. Death similarly drew on his magic, channeled through his Soul Harvester, his own Flame flaring into existence with a hiss of crimson. They will be expecting this, you know. We may well be contested.

Oh, I certainly hope they are, for they may be in for a surprise, Voidoth replied, turning towards the twin infernos.

After you then, gestured Dr. Death as they strode confidently towards the hungrily sputtering flames, twin skulls reflecting the fire held high, ancient vizors aglow.


Shadow Mage Titania of the Moors

# Shadow Mage Titania of the Moors

"At last I had to confront myself
and see where I wasnt.
Youve got to go at the rate you can go.
You wake up at the rate you wake up.
Youre finished with your desires
at the rate you finish with your desires.
The disequilibrium comes into harmony

at the rate it comes into harmony.
You cant rip the skin off the snake.

The snake must moult the skin.

Thats the rate it happens.

Let the Light pull you towards itself (like a moth to a flame)

Be Here Now
Ram Dass


Archmagus Casper of the Realm

# The Lore of Archmagus Casper of the Realm

As soon as he appeared...he was drawn to the flame. It spoke to him in muted whispers, calling for him to reach out and give it just a light touch...


Archmagus Ixar of the Atheneum

# The Lore of Archmagus Ixar of the Atheneum; Wizard #2864

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WDMIk591D0_LoAZZvokB3JJzD8d7GSdERCRChfjUxpU/edit?usp=sharing


Null Mage Charlord of the Light

# The Lore of Null Mage Charlord of the Light

Once a sad lonely accountant, Tim had a very bad outlook on life. He was punished after squabbling with Demonic Goat Faustus of the Ethereal Realm in the line for the ski lift.

He was cursed forever to walk the lands, desiring to enjoy ice cream - but given a flaming head.

He may view Valhalla, but may not taste it.

Kip, the fox, (comedic relief) found this all to be exceptionally funny, and has been following him around since.

AA


Battlemage Jeldor of the Ice

# The Lore of Battlemage Jeldor of the Ice

The demon who destroyed my village spoke of the sacred flame that granted him his powers. I vowed I would find this flame and use its power to exact my revenge. After years of searching I have finally found it. On this night I enter the flame in hopes that I too may become as strong as the demon and hunt him down for what he did to my people.


Magus Pezo of the Villa

# The Lore of Magus Pezo of the Villa

Can you guess this guy's favorite color? You probably can. It matches his skin because he is self-obsessed. While his favorite color may be green, Lord Magus Pezo did not choose or adopt his companion. It is merely coincidence that his familiar is green. Knowing his vain nature, though, likely the  only reason Magus Pezo allows his familiar around is because of his deep green color.

Not much is known of the day to day life of this wizard. He mostly prefers to be left alone. Described best as a "sigma male," preferring smaller groups, but also leading the charge of adventures.

Pasttimes include foraging mushrooms around the villa. Some speculate that his obsession with green is actually due to a mushroom that was consumed in the far past. Legend says Magus Pezo ate the mushroom, and afterwards all of the mushrooms and knick knacks he was foraging for became very vibrantly colored. But once he had returned home and was feeling normal again, all of the mentioned knick knacks were actually of the color green.


Sage Aleister of the Gnostics

# The Lore of One Who Shall be Burned

## My past no longer matters. Enchanter Orbus has shown me a _bright_ future. I trust his vision; I will serve him in this plane and the next.

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Jeldor of the Hall

# The Lore of  Jeldor of the Hall

Born to a large family within a small noble's domain, Jeldor showed an aptitude for magic since his younger years. Unpeered within his village, he began his pursuits as a hedge mage and was later raised to the position of Wizard in Residence within the hall of his liege.

Ever ambitious, Jeldor sought companionship with warriors and wizards of The Guild and was oft not seen in his village as he adventured across the land in search of arcane secrets, runes, powerful familiars, and magical artifacts.

Experiencing the larger world, Jeldor saw his confidence diminish as he learned of the powers larger than himself. Powerful wizards, monsters, and other beings that lived in a realm beyond his mortal reach.

Frustrated and unsuccessful in his pursuits for power, Jeldor grew jealous and ventured into the field of dark magic, where he began to communicate with spirits, concoct foul potions, and practice necromancy.

One day, as he brewed a potion on an open flame, he felt the room grow cold. Cautious of a possible fault in his alchemical logic, he attempted to end the experiment and extinguish the flame. To his dismay, the flame burned, untouched by air, water, or earth. It was at this moment that he realized the flame was cold to the touch.


Battle Mage Bayard of the Wood

# The Lore of Battle Mage Bayard of the Wood

"I don't ever want to wake up" 10/31/2021


Sorcerer Basil of the Berg

# The Lore of Sorcerer Basil of the Berg

I stand before the pyre, its ghostly flames reflecting on my face.

It took a while, but I finally saw behind Miyos faade. She is a sad soul, who had everything taken from her, only to be reborn in this altered Chaos Mage form, where she can burn ever so brightly in juxtaposition with her cold core. Alas, she can never be mine. So, I will do this for her instead. I can only pray that my egg, Icicle and I change into a vessel that can serve her better.

I am ready. My love for Miyo burns inside me. And the flame beckons. The egg I carry before me seems to vibrate in anticipation. It is time.


Battle Mage Wolfram of the Brambles

# The Lore of Battle Mage Wolfram of the Brambles #334

This young lad grew up in extreme poverty and very undesirable conditions. Descendant of the House of Dasia (female for David) and long awaited wizard of the north. Youngest to earn the highest award for bravery and magic with the lore hailing from the Brambles. #334 shall go down in history and live in eternity as the greatest and wisest of the wizards.

The Richest of the Wizards. Wolfram aka Crazy Lobo was known to turn dust into gold. He had the heart of a golden dragon. On October 31st 2021 A.D. he passed through the final flame as it was written in the Book of Lore. May his soul find peace and may his name never be forgotten throughout history. The Xcopy afterburn was also burned for this occasion.


Thaumaturge Kazud out of the Void

# The Lore of Thaumaturge Kazud out of the Void

Forged in the flame of the void and to the flame I return


David of Xanadu

# The Lore of  David of Xanadu

David woke with the familiar ringing in his ear and thumping in his skull. Another night with the Damned had come and gone. The headache was a rhythmic reminder that he could not remember what he learned, or who taught it to him. Had he gained any knowledge at all?

Trumpet padded over to him as he rolled out of his bed. The wolf looked up at him expectantly and David responded with scratches behind the ears. Youre my familiar, but it seems to be you that leashes me to this plane of existence, not the other way around. Trumpet cocked her head to the side and David laughed, Im starting to not understand the things I say either.

Every waking moment for David was spent magically growing a new mushroom, or devising a new weaving of his magics to improve upon his previous work. Each time he began working he was certain that it would be the time that allowed him to remember the secrets he learned from those long since dead. Each time he was disappointed.

David was pulled back to reality by a deep growl from Trumpet, her hackles raised. A flow of magic, unknown to David, was in the air. Suddenly, a flash filled the room. A floating pyramid, a foot off the ground, had appeared in the corner of the room. He had been seeing things that were not there of late, a consequence of the power he drew from, but David knew this was real. He could feel the power emanating from the deep bronze pyramid, it called to him.


David approached slowly, knelt down, and reached a trembling hand. As he touched it, a flame burst into being, floating just above the pyramid. Every muscle in his body tensed and his eyes shot open as an uncontrollable power filled him. When it did, David saw flashes of the underworld: An unknown witch with seaweed green hair poured him tea and laughed, a chilling sound that sent goosebumps down his spine. She walked back to the kitchen and the bells that hung from her midnight blue robes jingled gently. David took a deep breath in and inhaled her strong floral perfume. She looked back at him, winked, and he was gone.  A new vision of a floating skull shook the answer no to a question that David couldnt remember asking appeared in front of him. He opened his mouth to ask another, and again the vision changed. This time he saw a ferryman who poled his boat back to the other side of a river unknown to David.

Ripping his hand from the pyramid, David fell backwards. He felt a horrible glee at the things he just saw. Trumpet moved to stand between him and the flame, teeth bared. David rose to his feet and placed a hand on Trumpets head to soothe her but all he could think about was what he had just seen. Were they further visions, or were they memories? And the power was like nothing he had ever felt before. Could he control its channeling?


Again he approached the pyramid, feeling the heat from the mysterious flame. He knelt and placed his hand on the side of the pyramid once again. This time as the power came rushing through him he held out his hand. Immediately a massive mushroom, red capped with white spots, appeared in his hand. Everywhere he looked, more mushrooms began sprouting. He withdrew his hand and the link to the power was severed. He stared at the mushroom in his hand in awe. Was this fire a gift from the other side? He had never felt power like that before. Maybe a friend, pitying that he couldnt remember, had sent it to aid him. Maybe he had brokered a deal with an unknown power. Whatever it was, he was going to use it.

David turned towards Trumpet and sat down in front of her. I think this is the answer, Trumpet. It has to be. Her eyes were uncertain and her fur still stood on end. _This_ is _the answer,_ he thought,_ _reassuring himself._ _Trumpet nuzzled her head into his chest. I have to do this.

For hours he sat there on the floor with Trumpet. The sun was sinking in the sky. I have to do this, he repeated. Trumpets head lay resting in his lap and her eyes moved to look at him as he spoke. All this time I have been pouring myself into this work, and here I may have been granted the solution. She sniffed at him, apparently still unsure. He hummed a tune that always helped to soothe her, and scratched underneath her chin. The song comforted David, too. It was an old song, one his mother hummed while she worked in the garden.


David knew Trumpets doubt was not misplaced. She had always been there to look after him when his visions lead him into danger. She had always led him home. In truth, Trumpet _was_ home.

The mushroom was sitting next to David on the floor. He looked down and stared at the gift that the flame had granted him. He picked it up. Taking a deep breath he bit into the mushroom. The mushroom made him queasy. There was a taint to it, it was foul. He could feel his reality slipping away as the visions dragged him under. He heard Trumpet howl as the world faded away.

David woke with the familiar ringing in his ear and thumping in his skull. But this time was different. He heard a man laughing and then the man said, Youll be back! Frantically David sat up and looked around the room to be sure there was nobody else in the room. He knew it was from his visions, but he had to know for sure. Scanning the room his vision fell on the flame. David scrambled across the room and gripped the pyramid in both hands. Power surged through him. He thought hard on the mushroom. He focused on the laugh, the voice telling him that he would be back. Trumpet growled behind him but he ignored her. His vision of the mushroom came into focus, the laugh echoed inside his skull. The air above his head shimmered and there the mushroom formed. Releasing his hands from the pyramid he reached up and plucked it from the sky. He pulled the mushroom down to his mouth and bit into its red flesh. The same queasy feeling filled his stomach and this time a rotten taste filled his mouth. Knees buckling, he collapsed.


The laughter bounced around in his skull and the man's voice boomed, Youll be back! This moment will play out again and again. Each time you will remember these words, but no more. You must submit. You will submit.

David could still feel the foul taint of the mushroom twisting his stomach when he woke up. Trumpet was there with him. She had fallen asleep laying across his legs, something they each had grown familiar with. If his visions caused him to roam about, shed know as soon as he tried to get up. He couldnt bring himself to end this moment of peace. The rise and fall of Trumpet's breathing, her soft snoring, it all put him at ease. He knew what was on the other side of this moment.

David could still hear the call of that sinister flame. He craned his neck to stare into the fire. The way it danced above the pyramid pulled at Davids very soul. Trumpet was awake now. She rose to her feet, stretched deeply, and walked to where Davids head lay. She gave him a wet kiss on the forehead, breaking his concentration on the hypnotic blaze.

As David rose to his feet he felt the unknown flow of magic again and the flame grew wilder. The cackle of the witch, her bells, and the laughter of the man in his skull filled the room in a hideous cacophony. SUBMIT!

David was battered by the howling laughter. He could hardly think and it was all he could do to stay on his feet. Finally he managed to yell back, You cannot have me!

The soul you promised will be mine, David, the man said, softly now. Fight if you wish, but you are already mine.


The noise picked up now, and Trumpet howled in pain. David turned to see her pawing at her ears, trembling as she did. The chill of understanding washed over David and he fell to his knees.

Okay. Stop. Please, stop.

The noise ceased. Trumpet whimpered as he knelt beside her. I am sorry, sweet girl. He gave her a kiss on the head, and scratches behind the ears. He rested his cheek on the top of her head and hummed his mothers gardening song.

Goodbye, little one.

David rose to his feet and approached the flame. He reached out his hand but was jerked backward by his belt. Trumpet was growling, pulling him away from the fire. Trumpet I have to go! As if to answer him the flame grew in size, and the laughing began again. Trumpet, hearing the howls of the dead, tried once more to cover her ears.

Her jaws released and David dove for the fire, embracing the flame.


Cosmic Mage Zolona of the Desert

# The Lore of Cosmic Mage Zolona of the Desert

From a young age Zolona has always been drawn to flames. She spent much of her youth admiring and practicing with its mysterious properties. She would create flames that unpredictably danced in the dark, twisting and turning, radiating heat, and allowing her to see into the darkness when others could not. Over time as her magic grew, she learned to control the flames and make them bend to her will.

Her path eventually led her to the Desert, where she was both familiar and comfortable with the immense heat during the day and would summon her flames to accompany her during the colder nights. Zolona enjoyed the solitude of the Desert and spent many nights studying the cosmos and stars.

In recent years Zolona earned the title Cosmic Mage and joined up with like-minded wizards in The Coven. Those brave enough to search her out would likely find her green Hobgoblins Flame in hand casting a green light on everything in sight including her already green hair and green Swamp Bullfrog named Jelly.

On the night of The Great Burning, Cosmic Mage Zolona of the Desert ventured towards The Secret Tower. She could not help herself. She had to witness this historic event. She had to at least gaze on The Sacred Flame she thought. Zolona had some dealings with Dark Magic before. She knew it was nothing to play around with, yet she was drawn to it, to The Sacred Flame and what was to come from it.


As she arrived on All Hallows Eve to The Great Burning, Zolona could not deny The Sacred Flame was speaking to her, calling her. She could not shake it. The longer she was there, the more intense The Sacred Flame drew her in. She came to witness like many others, but nope. That was it. She had to pass through the flame. There was no other option for her now. Who knows what would happen, but it didnt matter. It felt right. She was called.

Zolona opened her hand, cast her green flame, and stepped into The Sacred Flame


Artificer Angus of the Wood

# The Lore of Artificer Angus of the Wood

"Hey sir, you dropped something!" exclaimed Angus of the Wood, after watching a little bright object fumble down the long black dress of an unknown figure who was scurrying into the woods.

As this unknown entity dissapeared into the night, Angus let out a sigh and walked towards the dropped trinket. It was a flame.

These great wizards and powerful mages with their ancient artifacts and odd objects always annoyed Angus because the Secret Tower was constantly being swarmed by those with a curiosity for magic. It was not jealousy or envy that motivated this annoyance, but rather his employment. For the last eighty years, he has been the custodian and caretaker for the Secret Tower and he has been picking up the mess left behind by these visitors as well as all the various "rare" relics and "magic" trinkets they disown.

Walking back with the bright little flame in his left hand and some sort of Goblet of Immortality in his right hand, he just wanted to be in bed already.

Sometimes he wondered if these "rare" items were actually rare, because his Lost & Found storage was brimming with Solar Staves, Emerald Staves, World Eggs, some rainbown spell thing as well as oodles of playing cards; aces to be specific. Every time new wizards crossed the Secret Tower, they would be brandishing something like a Chroma Crystal or a fancy Golden Soul Reaper and they would speak of great stories and lore about their unique props, when in fact Angus had been curating a closet full of these items the last century or so.

He never used these items, nor did he ever have any interest in magic or politics at all. All he wanted was peace.


After cosing the door to the basement of the Secret Tower, he was ready to hit the sack and relax as he walked towards his Lost & Found closet. As for the flame, he just casually tossed it into the Sacred Flame as he always did with any artifacts containing fire elements he came across.

As he was opening the closet's door, he saw wild shadows from the Sacred Flame dancing around him. Odd, what's going on? he thought.

Turning his head, he realized it was too late and this was the end of his journey. There was already an eveloppe of magma surrounding him and closing in to engulf him.

"Wat" was the only sound he could mutter before being eaten by the flames. He saw nothing but light for a few seconds, then nothing but darkness...


Sorcerer Udor of the Keep

# The Lore of Sorcerer Udor of the Keep

Udor was a quiet sorcerer. He spent his years restoring the keep to it's glory years. For this keep was fabled to be older then time and had been used as a seat for great dangerous ceremonies. but this was all a long time ago, wasn't it.

One day Udor came across an oddity, an old ward on a wall. Now Udor wasn't a very strong wizard but this magic had mostly worn away with the years. He could handle this. Lifting the ward Udor was able to find the secret to open the wall. He ventrued forth. The path lead deep into the bowles of the keep. At the bottom, the passage opened into a large chamber. In the middle of the chamber glowed a flame. It drew him closer...


Arch-Magician Poppy of the Technochrome

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Archmagus Lumos of the Keep

# The Anger of Archmagus Lumos of the Keep

The lid clattered to the floor, and the young page screamed.  Inside the gem-encrusted chest lay the remains of Aldo.  Nothing but charred ashes and fragments of bone.

"Look at him," thundered Archmagus Lumos of the Keep.  "Look at what happens when they tempt the flame alone with naught but air!"

"I know you grieve for your friend, Lumos.  We all do."

"My friend?"  Lumos and Aldo had been more than friends.  They'd defended the keep for centuries.  Fought the forces of the Red Capital together.  And together, side-by-side, they'd walked through fire, more often than not coming out the other side victorious by combining their powers.  A guardian light had been extinguished.  "He was more than my friend."

The weary lines cracking Alessar's face said he understood.  He understood the danger now.

Now, one less wizard defended the keep.  Worse, The Sacred Flame had been taking more and more of them.  It needed to be stopped.

"You know what I must do," whispered Lumos, glancing from face to face, his eyes meeting the eyes of every wizard at the table.  Alessar had called the meeting, and every wizard in the keep had responded.  Each of them filled with fear and crippling dread.

The Great Burning had arrived.

"The Sacred Flame must be guarded against, Lumos," Alessar responded.  "We cannot conquer the..."

"No!"  Lumos glared at the High Wizard of the keep.  "I have defeated greater enemies.  I have beaten back both goblin horde and pyromancer legion."


"Yes.  We were there, too."  But Alessar's eyes betrayed his coward's mind.  "However, we are not strong enough for this."

"You may not be."  Lumos slapped the tabletop and a wave of burning liquid burst from the spot and rolled across its length.  Every candlestick, dish, and piece of cutlery melted, then washed away, scrubbing the surface of the table clean.  "But, I am."

Lumos glared at the other wizards in the room.  "Who among you has tamed the flame?  Which of you have woven together both the water of life and the fire of destruction?"

The wizards at the table sat quiet.  Alessar frowned.

"Do not do this, Lumos."

"I will," he growled back.  "And you cannot stop me."

Lumos flung out his arm, a lone, blue finger pointing to where the flame burned in the basement.  "As only I control the Rune of Fire with both water and will, I will conquer The Sacred Flame the same way."

Archmagus Lumos of the Keep stormed out of the room, and stalked down the passage.

Lumos hissed over his shoulder, "With water and will."

He headed toward the basement.


Archmagus Isaac of the Ether

# The Lore of Archmagus Isaac of the Ether

When he was a boy, Isaac had imagined that wizards would be powerful democrats-gods able to change the whole world at the flick of a finger, and then he'd grown up and found that they were tiresome old men who worries about the state of their feet and, in harm's way, would even bicker about the origin of the phrase 'in harm's way'.
It had never struck him that evolution works in all kinds of ways. There were still quite deep scars in old buildings that showed what happened when you had the _other_ kind of wizard.


Sorcerer Jabir of the Cosmos

# The Lore of Sorcerer Jabir of the Cosmos

Sorcerer Jabir travelled many years across the realm in search of dark magic, mythical creatures, and rare runes, like the Up Only rune, to enhance his spells. He was a powerful Sorcerer, but still desired more power. He wished to be the most powerful Sorcerer in the land.

One day Jabir and his companion, Sven, encountered Evoker Hadrien of the Ether, a mysterious and wise wizard. Hadrien liked Jabir and Hadrien told Jabir of a rare dark magic that Jabir had only ever heard of it in his travels. It was called Hallows magic.

This rare dark Hallows magic intrigued Jabir.

Hadrien began mentoring Jabir and teaching him the Hallows magic. Jabir's powers grew quickly. Hallows magic allowed Jabir to produce his iconic green flame, which he then used to burn his foes or for defense against his attackers.

As Jabir's powers grew, his confidence began blinding his judgement. Jabir began playing around with deeper and more dangerous Hallows magic as he pushed the limits of what he could do and control. There was one Hallows spell that Jabir knew could cast upon himself for immortality in a battle. However, it was a dangerous and tricky spell even for the best of wizards. So he decided he would practice it.

Jabir prepared himself. He stood in the forest clearing, waved his arms, he cast a spectacular, green arcane firestorm around him and Sven. The heat was so intense, the emerald green flames lapped around Sven and Jabir.

Jabir smiled as the flames engulfed him and Sven. Then there was a sudden flash. The whole forest light up green. As the emerald flames dissapated and the forest was silent once again, Jabir and Sven had vanished...


Soya of the Havens

# The Lore of  Soya of the Havens

Soya left the Havens as a young adult in search of the great seas, growing up listening to such monster tales and riches that were of course found only in adventure. It was only natural that his inquisitive nature would be drawn to cosmic fame. With a grounding likened by his neighbours to that of his Rune of the Earth connection, Soya's life has also been blessed with a hint of luck. He traveled the seas with a lucky Horseshoe pegged to the bow of his ship and it is this lucky Horseshoe that now travels with him in a sack, steering his decisions onwards. It even helped him colonise a group of rare islands where he first became aware of his magic abilities by a secret crew member who showed him his first spells on the island's rat population. Soya became a very knowledgeable sailor of the seas and happily retired himself in the Havens to take up Blue Wizardry along with his large and loving family, and his blue rats who live mysteriously long lives followed him to the havens in many numbers so he is known as a sort of Piped Pier around town.  If you ever see him about, he is probably sniffing out a new adventure to try new out new spells, or found in a quiet recluse reading old books by pints of ales. Just watch out, those blue rats really love him and will gnaw anything against him.


Arcanist Dr. Death of the Ether

`# Arcanist Dr. Death of the Ether ## Prologue > __Therefore, dear wizards, I have come to firmly believe that the sanctity and severity of the matter postulates our required course of action; According to our most trusted Cosmic Mages, the Veil shall soon be parted, and The Sacred Flame will present us with an opportunity.__ >  > __As you are all aware, our most experienced Diviners and Cartomancers have long warned us; there are malevolent and dark forces at play in the Deck, players who surely will not shy from the chance of reaching beyond, transcending, transmuting and becoming one with the Cosmos. And should those whose intent are on chaos and destruction, willing to again raise ancient armaments - our wayward brethren of Void and Abyss among them - harness powers hitherto unfathomable, I fear we will face peril to our very existence.__ >  > __And so I plead and beseech you Holders of the Flame; we must not


you Holders of the Flame; we must not waver, nor plot, scheme and levy for leverage amongst ourselves; we must be unified, bold and decisive. Seek out those worthy and willing to risk the Immolation and convince them of the necessity of this ultimate sacrifice, sway them with promises of Sacred Souls, if need be, but sway them you must.__ >  > __What we need now, councilmembers, are willing martyrs.__ >  > An Appeal for Martyrs > > __The Sacred Council__  Amidst twisting mists, eddies embracing deep purple robes, swirls playfully lapping at his heels, the hooded and caped figure strode forward slowly. Near an eternity has passed since his feet had trod these paths, since the comforting presence of the Event Horizon tugged at the very core of his being. The coruscating convergence of energy emanating from the singularity was potent here near the epicenter. Enough to saturate and kill in mere moments, but of


saturate and kill in mere moments, but of no concern to a Cyborg. Reminiscent of a lost lovers embrace, there was an eagerness to the sensation, near akin to desire, which, had he still had a face, would have pulled at the corners of his mouth, flaunting his once infamous smirk.   There was a certain sound, like that of a draft under a door defending against a mighty gale - or possibly more fitting a door trapping an unwilling tempest within  accompanying the soft thud of his footfalls and the rhythmical tap of metal on stone. The ghostly and unnerving sound had only gotten stronger over the centuries as its source gluttonously harvested and consumed Souls, the enormous golden scythes hunger nearly palpable.  Up ahead, the questing tendrils in the tepid air formed an eerie halo - as if the moon herself had descended from the heavens to grace him with her presence  surrounding a figure he


him with her presence  surrounding a figure he knew intimately but had not seen in a very, very long time.    Dr. Death, it is a welcome sight to behold your gristly visage once again, rasped the luminescent figure. It was difficult to remember a time his name had been uttered not as a curse, but with warmth and familiarity, and it surprised him to feel a stirring of pleasure where his heart once resided.  Voidoth, it has been too long. Are you prepared? he asked, halting in front of his companion. I trust the timing is flawless. It would be a terrible waste if all our long-laid plans were to fail at this crucial point in the timeline.  Ah, ever the pragmatic. Yes, everything is in motion  and the Veil will soon part, Voidoth said, the Lunar staff in his hand pulsing as if in confirmation. All we need is simply to Burn.  We already died once, you know, Death


Burn.  We already died once, you know, Death commented.  Indeed, we did old friend. However, this time may our Souls pass through the Veil and beyond, Voidoth said as his magic began coalescing around him, enhanced and flavored by his alignment with Earth, manifesting the Sacred Flame before his skeletal frame.  Adding to the growing vortex, Dr. Death similarly drew on his magic, channeled through his Soul Harvester, his own Flame flaring into existence with a hiss of crimson. They will be expecting this, you know. We may well be contested.  Oh, I certainly hope they are, for they may be in for a surprise, Voidoth replied, turning towards the twin infernos.  After you then, gestured Dr. Death as they strode confidently towards the hungrily sputtering flames, twin skulls reflecting the fire held high, ancient vizors aglow.`


Sorcerer Alessar of the Moors

# The Lore of Sorcerer Alessar of the Moors

Sorcerer Alessar of the Moors, sixteenth of the Wizards, was a gentle man who lived simply among the creatures of this world. A generous Wizard from the time of his apprenticship, he gave what he had to any who would ask or was in need.

Over time, having dispersed his goods, he traversed the realms of the living without Rune, Prop or Familiar. And yet, despite an absence of such fantastical adornments, he did not live in fear.

He lived without fear or want because it was clear to him, as it was to any who knew him,  that with the shedding of such externalities his power grew magnificently within until his very being was suffused with a transcendent type of magic.

Then, at the ripened age of 964, when he was at last called to the Sacred Flames he submitted willingly and without hestiation.

Sorcerer Alessar of the Moors now passes among the realms of both the living and the dead and will wave to you and wink if you happen to see him crossing the fields in the moonlight.


Conjurer Samael of the Capital

# The Lore of Conjurer Samael of the Capital

An eternal lover
A thoughtless truster
'Till death did him part
Now bones fitted empty of heart

Dressed in his best yet cold and numb
Eons to long for what may never come
But what does waiting mean when already dead
No soul nor soma to stimulate and keep fed

Yet still a desire to be free
An endless search for what is meant to be


Holy Monk Onaxx of the Fey

# The Lore of Holy Monk Onaxx of the Fey

Today marks a crucial point in time. Will I burn in Flames to an unknown, perhaps magical, destiny or shall  I stay in my current form to enjoy a more familiar future? Only time will tell.


Sorcerer Zaim of the Capital

# The Lore of Sorcerer Zaim of the Capital

Eulogy to a Fellow Dream Master

T-Munny is back from the astral plane

Hearin Wazir ringin got me goin insane,

We aint got time for games

when we rappin' sacred flames

Call em lil Waz had to fix his bum azz,

Saw the flicker in his eyes,

was it Magus in disguise?

Like the highlander--only one can be the best,

Do it the old fashion way--fire will attest,

Ding ding goes the bell, We'll send em straight to hell

Two ringers on the team? Nah, its bye bye Zaim

Enter 9..5..7.9 Augurer Ali got the dope rhymes:

Smoke up the bowls for all forgotten souls,

We burnin while they burnin and we stickin it in holes,

Whoa

Keep it lucky 13 with the P and the G

How many flames you got cuz I got 3

plus one,

Dont need a gun,

Cuz Lil Waz got a bell

hear it ringin like hell

So put that witch on the spit and roast em til they're nothin but teeth,

Ya know this all started over 1.2 ETH.

You didnt have the gumption but I had the stones,

I bought that cappin wizard to burn him to the bones.

Church

GREAT BURN-ing

Wizard rap lyric attack,

Had to sell my $SPELL so I could buy em back,

put that shit on the chain this rhyme is eternal,

motha fucka up in flames we call it infernal.

So pick ya jaw up off the floor lemme hit ya with the lore,

next to ya at the tower, with a pint and tha power,


next to ya at the tower, with a pint and tha power,

he the dopest NFT its Lore Masta Ali, smell the smoke through the trees,

when you sleep, you hear the screams,

cuz Im a fuckin wizard and the master of your dreams.

And thus ends the tale of the Master from the Capital, and the Dreams of a rap battle,

There could only be one on this plane, already know his name, twasn't the socerer,

But a Magus of the same...

-Augerer Ali of the Tower


Allistair in the Shadows

# The Last Account of  Allistair in the Shadows

Living with a dark addiction to Szechuan Sauce from Mickey D's, this Wizard of White lost his job as a fry cook when he told his boss to get bent after getting a sizable sum of money from airdrop farming.

Shortly thereafter, he lost his small fortune in a series of unfortunate, sizable, and poorly thought-out bets (they seemed like a sure thing at the time tbf).

Having disgraced himself and the honor of his family, Allistair was unable to pay rent and barely able to scrape together enough shmeckles to buy food. Instead of selling his cat for a life of cat sex slavery (commonly referred to as being a "breeder", but obviously if you really think about it you're like forcing an animal to procreate and then you're stealing its babies to sell to people who will raise it without a parent and then get pissed at it for meowing all night...sad), he decided to roll the dice and see if a life of plenty and promise lie on the other side of the flame. Worst case scenario at least he would have an egg for a meal.

Peace out McHaters, Allistair is headed back to the shadows.


Hedge Wizard Dotta of the Carnival

# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Dotta of the Carnival

**The Carnival - A Final Puppet Show**

Dotta was adored by the wizards. Sure, he was a spoon-bender, a tome-spinner, and a tungsten-cube-summoner, but to wizards he was so much more.Hedge Wizard Dotta of The Carnival had once been ridiculed for his puppetry. His uniqueness had always made him stand out and not always for good reasons.

It took him many years to find his audience, and his confidence, but now his carnival was well attended and massively enjoyed. His special brand of magic show was a carnival like no other - mystical illusions fused with practical and impressive puppet-led stunts.

Wizards enjoyed the Carnival, but they grew to truly love Dotta and his puppets. Now that the flames had arrived it was time for a final puppet show.

Beings of all kinds travelled from far and wide after word had spread about the appearance of a flame at the Carnival.Hidden away, one was forced to leave The Carnival Pass and head deep into the forest in order to reach the show.

Without knowing the way, it could take some to stumble upon the clearing in which sat the magnificent tent.Tonight, the sky was clear and many lights could be seen in the forest bobbing their way towards the event.Seats rose high and back into the walls of the tent and as the stalls filled with attendees, a medley of excitement and anxiety filled the air.

The Sacred Flame floated silently at the centre of the circular stage with the glow illuminating the beings around its perimeter.The evenings show was filled with never before seen stunts and illusions that befuddled even the most cynical of sages.It was truly an unforgettable performance.


Finally, the time had come and the crowd hushed.Dotta stood silently for a moment, the flame reflected in his trademark shades. What could he say?There was no story he could tell that might even begin to explain what was about to happen.He would always be a puppet in the larger story. He looked out onto the gathering and began to speak.He spoke to the crowd in terms practical and informative. He was transparent in his feeling that when the flames call a wizard must answer. Not all were happy, but not all were sad, and as he walked towards the flame for the grand finale his fate was anyones guess.Hummingbird on his shoulder and World Egg floating in slow rotation at his side, only one thing was certain;

_Legends never die._


Enchanter Larissa of the Wild

# The Lore of Enchanter Larissa of the Wild

Larissa hails from the far away lands of Mu'Gen. It is said the people of the lands of Mu'Gen possess a kind aura. They are skilled in the Arcane Arts, masterful merchants, and undyingly loyalshould you get through their initially reserved nature, that is. Once befriended, you can rely on a Mu'Genian to be there for you regardless the circumstance. As such, Mu'Genians make for powerful allies and lifelong friends, and Larissa is no different.

Larissa travels with Kaeru Rengoku, an Ember Frog familiar, at all times. As rumor would have it, after a few glasses of Hibiki, Larissa has been known to tell drunken tales of a "valiant, flame-breathing swordsman, slayer of demons," whom's spirit he believes resides within Kaeru. Pubgoers never dare to bother the frog, lest Larissa's claims ring true..

Prone to the Arcane Art of Fire, Larissa can be seen carrying the Torch of Prometheus; its brilliant flame evoking a strong parallel to his brave journey through the uncharted worlds of the Ethereum dimension. Much like the torch he wields, Larissa has been said to bring warmth and feelings of illumination to those around him.


Druid Ozohr of the Morning Star

# The Lore of Druid Ozohr of the Morning Star

He be Druid Ozohr of the Morning Star, 1 of the 9 existing White Wizard-White Wraiths, Weilder of the Pheonix Feather, Speaker of the Bliss Cat, Servant under the Run of Sigma, forever in service of the Wizards Rune Cult and the pathway laid down by powers of All.

Find him spiritually residing on the Knowledge Horizon, continually in flex between the known and unknown bounds of multi-universe wisdom. Physically see him on the actual horizon as he embarks on another wandering amble through the wilderness of vibrating space-time. His time is spent roaming mountains, deserts, forests and seas. Adventure guides both he and his faithful familiar Bliss Cat.

The Sacred Flame has called him back to the West. He has returned to answer the call and step into the fire. He is one with 0x31158181b4b91A423bfDC758fC3bf8735711f9C5.


Hedge Wizard Calypso of the Citadel

# The Lore of Hedge Wizard Calypso of the Citadel

In case image preservation proves more challenging than we expected in 2021, we will describe the image that was supposed to be recorded on chain.  Above is pictured FRWC Wizard #8792 Hedge Wizard Calypso of the Citadel being raised up on a ladder (source picture is from the Salem witch trials) towards a bonfire/sacred flame/nuclear bomb mushroom cloud.  The heads of the angry mob members ready to burn the witch have been replaced by pepe the frog meme heads.  There is an incredibly clever and ironic usage of a Arnold Schwarzenegger Willy Wonka saying "Come with me if you want to live in a world of pure imagination."   This meme was particularly clever because it's illustrating how memes come from pure imagination and are able to inspire the imagination of others to take that meme, build on it, and take the meme further to new and more numerous hosts.  Then there is a picture of Oppenheimer (nuke) saying "Behold I am become"...and we replaced "death destroyer of worlds" we said "Meme" and it goes into the nuke AND a meme rapper Augerer Ali (assisted by worship music pepe).  The memes must flow and this is how they flow.  From the crowd of pepes and they either ascend to the purest essence of eternal meme (Harambe, Pepe, or Rick Roll) to be preserved in minds of humanity (and now the blockchain) for eternity.  This will be the first immortal meme of memes and will be an instrumental document in the beliefs of our cult I mean definitely religion for tax exemption status.

Moron Global Partners

November 2021


Archmagus Merlon of the Villa

# The Last Recorded Sighting of Archmagus Merlon of the Villa

Merlon approaches the flame and Embrose and Ali listen, dumfounded as he mumbles to his egg.

_What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo._

_...._


Lumos of the Gnostics

# The Lore of  Lumos of the Gnostics

Having wandered his whole life In search of answers to questions that most do not dare ask, Lumos feared that his beliefs order had betrayed him and left him with nothing as he neared the end.

With nothing left in his heart, he found himself where it all began, but, something was different.

A light flickering through the window of the tower ignighted something in Lumos that he thought had been extinguished long ago.

Lumos could not ignore this, entering the tower.

When he came before the flame he dropped to his knees.

Was this the answer he had been looking for all of those years? Could this be his chance to redeem what had become of his life?

And so, with tears in his eyes and belief in his soul, he walked towards the flame...


Stellar Mage Kalo of the Field

# The Lore of One Who Shall be Burned

## My past no longer matters. Enchanter Orbus has shown me a _bright_ future. I trust his vision; I will serve him in this plane and the next.

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Pyromancer Isaac of the Road

# PIR

_Disciple of Hermes Trismegistus_

...the road is where I found the tablets, and now I will illuminate the path to all that seek light

> If thou but settest foot on this path, thou shalt see it everywhere.
> *Hermes 3X*


Battle Mage Tundror of the Wild

# The Lore of Battle Mage Tundror of the Wild

The Brave Tundror trusted no one. For he never knew his parents, and escaped certain doom at the hands of the Unwilling, rescued as an infant by a Magus named Sahir.

In a hunt by the Unwilling to destroy all lineage of Magi, Magus Sahir was forced to hide young Tundror in a small village within The Fey, south of the Wizard Bastion.

While the village raised Tundror, he never felt a sense of acceptance. He grew to discover he had powers far beyond those around him, with little understanding of his power's origin.

His only clue to his past was a key, left behind by Magus Sahir. This key was surely a token left behind by Tundror's parents.

Tundror spent years pursuing Magus Sahir, only to discover that Magus Sahir had hidden his true self, as a bard of the Realm.

When Tundror discovered Sahir's true identity, Sahir was delighted that he was not only alive and well, but proficient in magick through his own cultivation. Sahir revealed that the key was to a hidden chest of Tundror's parent's relics Sahir had protected for years.

It was in this chest of relics that Tundror was able to discover his mother's Master Book of Spells, which led Tundror to become one of the greatest, most storied battle Magi in all the land.

Tundror kept in touch with Sahir for years, as a mentor, a guide, and a friend.

Recently, Tundror found out that Sahir had decided to attempt to pass beyond the Sacred Flame in pursuit of knowledge of the great beyond.

Sahir did not survive the transformation.


Sahir did not survive the transformation.

Tundror, having a lived a fulfilled life only because of Sahir's kindness, seeks to fulfill Sahir's quest.

Tundror has acquired a Sacred Flame and will now, once again, brave what others do not...


Necromancer Anton of the Fey

# The Lore of Necromancer Anton of the Fey

Ho ho, he he, what a beautiful flame I see


Sage Nikolas of the Havens

# The Lore of Sage Nikolas of the Havens

Sage Nikolas is a Keeper of the Sacred Flame. Entrusted by the Elders to guard it's secrets from those who wish to use it for harm. The Sacred Flame however, is an ominous and powerful dark magic that can tempt and cloud the mind of even the most devout Sage Wizards...