Archmagus Larissa of the Grotto

Larissa of the Grotto

Larissa and @wizard591 met as orphans, and that was the single most binding trait of their friendship. Nothing could separate the two, despite Layla being the more outgoing and Larissa being very reserved. The dynamic worked well - when interactions with other wizards were required, it was Layla that would do the talking. When it was pure magical power needed, Larissa would come through, although Layla was no slouch herself.

Larissa did not understand her own power - she was brought up as an orphan, never knowing her parents, and never being taught about magic. She learned to hold back early, as she nearly killed multiple other children in the orphanage who were brave enough to bully the wizard. After the mess hall incident and the group time incident, no one dared bully Larissa and she was allowed to live by herself alone. Nature was always Larissa's favorite thing - the whistling of wind through the trees, the crickets chirping, and the consistency of the sun rising and setting day after day. Having no peace in her own life, she found peace in nature.

When @wizard591 told her she was going to run from the orphanage, Larissa thought nothing of it. Larissa thought she was joking, but when Layla left and failed to return for two days, Larissa decided to go find her. Appalled by the orphanage's apathy to a missing student, Larissa set out to find Layla. She expected to have an extremely difficult time, but almost as if something was guiding her at every fork in the road - Larissa ended up in the grotto within a day. Layla had begun constructing a makeshift abode, and with Larissa's magical assistance, they were able to create a fairly luxurious shelter. The two became fast friends, until one day the dynamic changed as another wizard appeared at their door.


Geomancer Calypso of the Hollow

Geomancer Calypso was a lonely lady of the Hollow.   She grew up a single child and lost both her parents at a young age after their home was attacked by the others.

While she stayed at her Aunties Laurens house when she was a child, she learned how to use an Ether staff spending time with her Uncle Jasper.

She became close friends with a funny crow, who would nest nearby her Aunties home.   She named him Heaven, after her hero who was from a nearby village.


Pyromancer Alessar of the Morning Star

> Alessar,

> I know your reservations about my work, but I need the help of the pyromancer whose skills I respect the most. Theres some activity deep within the Cave of the Platonic Shadow I suspect we can harness into a flame more powerful than anyone can imagine.

> You know where to find me.

> Yours in the flame,
@wizard8933


Garfield the Exemplary

While not arcane in nature, it has been said that the bond between master and steed is not all that different to that of Familiar and Wizard.
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> Indeed, a mount well cared for - groomed, loved and respected like family - would not merely be an exemplary beast of burden, but could be prone to great sacrifice on behalf of their master.
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> It is not unheard of that such a horse would be driven to dive head first through fire, mane aflame and eyes ablaze - facing equine terrors unimaginable - on behalf of those they have learned to love.
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The ropes chafed his neck.

And the scents and sounds were still all wrong.

The moon was the same, the giant eye in the night sky granting a semblance of normalcy, but the land was unfamiliar and Garfield felt utterly alone.

Ever since that terrifying night of fire and stifling smoke, of chaos and confusion, he had not seen or smelled Master. Kind Master, fair Master.

In frustration he stomped his hooves, snorted and pulled at his ropes again. Only to receive another rock thrown at his flank, unkind words wielded like a wicked lash, followed by bouts of laughter.

Master has a nice laugh, but this laugher was not the good kind.

The night breeze changed directions and suddenly his mane shivered and both ears perked up. Breathing deep, Garfield was sure; Master was near.


Solomon the Amazing

# Solomon the Amazing
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Well could he ride,

and often men would say,

"That horse his mettle from his rider takes:

Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!"

And controversy hence a question takes,

Whether the horse by him became his deed,

Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.


Battle Mage Hagar of the Wood

Battle Mage Hagar of the Wood

**Hagar**
Hagar, hagar, **Hagar!!**
Hagar, hagar hagar hagar hagar hagaaaaar
Hahaaagar **Hagar**
*hagargagarhagarhagarhagarhagarhagarhagar*

**Hagar!!!**


Sorcerer Pumlo of the Marsh

No one outworks Pumlo. It's been this way since he was a wee lad. It had to be this way.

Pumlo grew up in the swamps of the deep south, raised in abject poverty and surrounded by deadly Water Moccasins and bullfrogs, which quickly became a staple meal.

An elderly Voodoo Swamp Priest named Big Al first turned him onto magic as a way to escape the everyday drudgery of life in the swamp. Young Pumlo worked his absolute ass off and with zero natural magical talent, turned himself into an almighty Sorcerer by the age of 16.

Over time he found his green wizzie tribe and even managed to harness the awesome power of Thor's Wrath. Just pray you're never around to see him unleash it.


Shadow Mage Nadeem of the Dunes

# Shadow Mage Nadeem of the Dunes

The story of an unknown wizard, soon to be unfolded.......


Udor of the Brambles

On Ethereum block 14572783, Udor of the Brambles has helped to unlock The Gate Of The 7th Realm.

You're damn right he did! When the bright lights come on, Udor WILL answer the bell. Many of his closest friends asked him if he was sure he actually wanted to open The Gate of the 7th Realm, to which he replied "Whatever comes through those gates better be ready for a royal rumble. It's time to kick the tires and light the fires Goose!"

Udor is a Labyrinthian and like his brethren, his mind is complex in structure. On the outside Udor is pure bravado, but do not let that fool you. On the inside he is a calculated well-oiled machine.

He has not yet met the Beasts he unleashed when he unlocked the gate, but he waits patiently in the arena for them to show...


Pyromancer Merlon of the Sun

There is nary a wizzie that can summon a dragon, but old Merlon of the Sun is one of the lucky few. Merlon seems not to remember much of his childhood and in fact, doesn't even know how came to possess the Dragon Fireworks, but he guards it like it's his first born son.

Naturally, being a pyromancer, it takes all of Merlon's willpower not to set off the fireworks, for he knows what happens when you do: Fire-breathing, hungry and pissed off Dragons come directly for you, consuming and torching everything in their path.

Merlon's great uncle Archimedes told him there was a secret book that contained a spell which allowed a wizzie to control a dragon and ever since he heard that, Merlon has been on a mission to find that book!


Lich Baron Iprix of the Nightmare Dominion

### April 20
I find myself paralyzed under the spell of this orange gelatinous treat! I eat more and more, yet hunger consumes me. I will resume experiments on this medicine next morn. I really mustn't sleep this close to the hearth, but I'm just.. so...

> > > The prophets do not believe in cremation -- no soul burned to ash and scattered to the wind has ever reached the heavens.


Enchanter Iprix of the Astral Plane

Iprix grew up wanting to be a musician. His hero, and neighbor as it turns out, was none other than Van Morrison. They grew up jamming together and if you listen closely, you can hear Iprix on the mandolin in a few tracks on Van's famous "Astral Weeks" album.

But eventually Van Morrison went stratospheric and left Iprix behind. Not to worry, there were no hard feelings and Iprix had already maxed out his musical talents.

He spent a few years wandering the globe, seeking the light, searching for the truth. Then one day, on some far off beach in the Grenadines, Iprix was sipping on some rum and would you believe what song came on the radio! None other than Astral Weeks. There's a key phrase in the song that says "...to be born again.." and when Iprix heard that he knew. He knew it was time to forget about music and dedicate his life to a new passion.

20 years after that fateful rum drink, Ipris is one of the most revered Enchanters in all the land. What happened over those last 20 years you may be wondering? Well my friends, that's a story for another day.


Electromancer Ixar of the Atheneum

On the very day Ixar learned to walk, he set out across the pasture at his family farm and was promptly struck by lightening. To the astonishment of his parents he hopped right off the ground and kept on trucking.

They obviously recognized something was extraordinary about their son, and it appeared he had the immense power to harness electricity, and so they nicknamed him Electromancer.

His parents were both scholars and it so happened they had one of the largest libraries in existence on their farm. They spent years reading through ancient texts to understand how Ixar could control his powers and use them as a force for good in the world. They came up empty handed.

It now lies with Ixar alone to find out what he's truly capable of.


Hadrien of El Dorado

Old Hadrien has lived an incredibly blessed life and there's a reason his favorite saying is "Life is Lush." For one, Hadrien was born, raised and still lives in El Dorado, the famed lost city of gold (and no, he won't give you his home address). Secondly, he owns the Goblet of Immortality and thus is the sole decider of when he exits the realm of the living.

As one might imagine, it can be hard to get Hadrien properly motivated. He's surrounded with all the riches in the world, beautiful hunnies and endless ale, which he consumes from sun up to looooonnng past sundown.

Will he ever find a purpose to go out and make something of his self in the world? That's the million dollar question and someday we'll know.


Wraith Deacon Seth of the Death Cloud

# Ghost man

I am evil asf


Jerret of the Sacred Pillars

Jerret grew up being amazed by magic, spells and potions. Both his parents were entertaining magicians back at home in the Sacred Pillars. Growing up watching his parents master their craft made him fall in love with his passion even more. All day and all night, making magic is all he could think about. He would spend days perfecting his craft just like his parents. His one masterpiece creation was his favorite purple nightshade potion. Till this day he hasn't told a single soul what it's made out of. Only he knows.

He carries it around everywhere it goes, telling everyone he runs into how much magic is in that small bottle.


Enchanter Arabella of the Court

Arabella is an enchanter of the Court who is also known as Enchanter Arabella of the Court.  She was born with green fire in her hand, also know as Hobgoblins Flame. She has no idea what to do with it. The flame doesn't go away and does not burn.  One day Arabella was walking near a pond and a Swamp Bullfrog began to follow her around. The frog would sit and stare at the flame.  He was in love with the flame and stayed by Arabella's side because of it.
No one took Arabella seriously because the Bullfrog in love with the flame.  They would treat her as a joke and pretend she was a hat rack. At the Enchanters Ball every year the other enchanters would hang their coats and hats on her antlers. Would anyone ever take her seriously?


Horned Phantasm Milton of the Ice Abyss

Read @wizard2140's lore to see how Milton got to this point.
# A New Beginning
Upon entering the flame, Milton was immediately struck with regret. The heat came over him all at once like a tidal wave. The flame grew so intense that he could not bear it. He tried to make a break for safety, but it was too late. Struck with paralysis, he was frozen in time and space like a statue.

Miltons nostrils were soon filled with the stench of burnt hair. This unpleasant fragrance served as a cruel reminder of the soft white beard that once covered his face. The temperature appeared to lower as he slowly began to lose feeling in his extremities. He saw that he was still engulfed in the flame. He knew he was still on fire. So why did he feel so cold?

His flesh began to bubble and soon dripped from his bones like molten rubber, leaving behind only a dark remnant of what he once was. Surely this will be the end, he thought; no one could survive this. Almost on cue, everything went black.

When Milton came to his senses, he could barely see. Everything was fuzzy, and he had a terrible throbbing in his head. This was no typical headache. It felt like a man with a knife was desperately trying to cut their way out of his skull. After everything, he just went through; he would not be surprised if that were indeed the case.

Amid his throbbing headache, Milton remembered that he had not entered the flame alone. Where was his ladybug? Did he make it out of the flame? Could he have survived the heat? Lord knows Milton barely made it out alive. The pain in Miltons head grew too much to bear. He screamed out in pain as two horns simultaneously pierced through his temples.


With his headache gone, Milton could finally think clearly, and his vision started to return to normal. To his left, he saw the ladybug huddled in the distance, shivering. His once cherry red outer shell was now ghostly white. Laying to his right was his staff, now blood red. He reached over and grabbed it. It was warm to the touch. He never thought he would be happy to feel the heat again. But he was still so cold.

As soon as he touched his staff, like a flash of lightning, his memories were returned to him. The unaccounted-for moments played through his mind like a movie. He saw as they were transported to the icy abyss. The flame slowly sucked the lifeblood out of him and the ladybug, leaving them mere phantasms. Their lifeblood was then transferred to Miltons staff, giving it untold powers which radiated an immense heat. For this, he was grateful as it was the only source of warmth to be found in this frozen tundra.

As night began to fall, Melvin could hear chanting in the distance leading him to believe they were not alone. There was more to be explored in this new cold world, but with the ladybug by his side, Melvin was not afraid.

To be continued...


Evoker Zane in the Shadows

Zane studied and practiced 40 hours day and night for 14 years to become an Evoker.  Finally he has graduated from Evoker school and received the title Evoker Zane in the Shadows.  He also received the Guillaume's Broom.  He is now ready for his job as a house cleaner.


Ghost Eater Trollin of the Fey

Jarek, Speaker of Death.


Arcanist Lumos of the Valley

# Arcanist Lumos of the Valley

*"The way of light is the way of purity"*
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**Arcanist Lumos** is one of the earliest disciples of **The Light**. He was touched by a sacred ray as a young boy and the profoundness of the vision that befell him humbled him so deeply that he took a vow of silence and noncommunication, for he felt that words, whether spoken or written, are futile in comparison to the magnificence of **The Light**. It is for this reason that he never took on a familiar and does not utilize Runes. As an adherent of what he himself considers the purest teaching of Thelema, he conjures his spells as a sheer manifestation of his will. His complete silence during battles is deeply unsettling to most of his foes.
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*The silence must not be disturbed*
Lumos is rumored to be centuries old but the touch of **The Light** rendered him nigh immune to the grasps of time and ageing. He lives a life of ascesis in the valleys north of the Sacred Pillars. Both people and creatures often visit him in his cave, for he emits an atmosphere of silence and warming light that soothes his visitors.
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*It is, as if the noise and clatter of the world dampen down in Lumos presence* - Haggai the Wise
Lumos only earthly possessions are his *Thelemist Hat*, his trusty *Shoulder Cape* and his *Harmony Staff*. The *Thelemist Hat* helps dispersing his willpower, which usually manifests as pure white light, into the different colors of light, thereby granting his powers greater versatility. The *Harmony Staff* was once the root of a tree that was touched by the same sacred ray as Lumos, when his vision befell him. He carries this root with him since that day. It is a source of power and vibrates with energy but also makes a formidable melee weapon, if need be.
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***The Light** is pure intention and thus the only antidote to entropy and chaos*

A mediocre fighter under any normal circumstances, Lumos hates entropy with every fiber of his being and **The Light** burns with extraordinary intensity inside of him, whenever he faces off with the minions of **Chaos** and **Darkness** in any shape or form. In these cases, it seems as if he becomes an incarnation of **The Light** itself, and the aura of almightiness that blazes from his presence strikes fear into his enemies.


Druid Dutorn of the Plains

A revolutionary who grew old and gave up a long time ago, but lately the people of the Plains have been restless and Druid Dutorn thinks maybe he should leave his rocking chair and pick up his ether staff one last time.


Whirlwind the Sweet

# Whirlwind's home

@wizard9850 had been looking for the right pony to call his own. He search for and wide, looking through hundred and hundreds of ponies, until at least ...

He saw Whirlwind, so sweet, nibbling on her carrot. He was smitten.

He knew that the carrot and green bandana would bring him closer to the earth magic that he was craving.

They rode together into the woods, ready for their next adventure.


Druid Ethan of the Wood

Ethan and his pup, always together, never apart.

Side by side day and night, no matter where, Lobo and Ethan are ready to fight.

Deep in the Woods is where they spend most of their time, running and playing, always up for a climb.


Archmagus Chu Hua of the Hollow

The Rune of Infinity power Chu Hua holds goes unquestioned. Everywhere she goes, everyone around her can see her elegance yet so powerful walk. Her old owl named Wise, has been by her side since birth. Her protector, guide and eye in the sky of the Runiverse. They both roam free going town to town to see what life brings their way next....


Druid Quddus of the Grotto

#  Druid Quddus of the Grotto
# i know nothing
# i feel nothing
# i *am* nothing
# but there is another side of me... and sometimes
# i know it all
# i feel it all
# i *am* it all
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# May the balance within be found


Ryland Lumper of Titans

# The Lore of Ryland, Lumper of Titans

Ryland has a boring job. Everyone thinks Lumper of Titans means giving them lumps with his signature, cone shaped walking stick. Unfortunately, like he has to explain every time, a lumper is just a laborer who unloads cargo. Boring, every day, average work. Ignoring the fact that each day its a shipment of another giant titan some fancy hero wannabe wizard knocks down. No, his job isnt to whack titans, its to get them out of the wagon and on ice. Not figuratively - literally. They ship the slain titans off to the Freezer instead of leaving them bleeding in the middle of cities. Its not like they disappear with *wooooo maaaagic*. With his grizzly beard and tightly wrapped pelt to keep his body warm, he drags pieces of todays titan into the Freezer. Its a gigantic underground cavern filled with magical titans who have been slain, but of course it has a boring name like the Freezer. Cecil, his cat, pitter patters down the icy floors, soft as he is silent. A perk of taking the job no one else wants is that Cecil gets to come to work with him.

One day, while Ryland was unloading the wagons, and thinking to himself to himself how irresponsible these wizards are. But, sometimes, and only sometimes, he wonders what it would be like - to slay a titan. Suddenly, Cecil hisses and Ryland sees dismembered body parts start to panic, thrash around, and crawl toward one another. There arent any wizards around. Ryland just might get his chance for some time to become one time. He brandishes his walking stick and prepares to protect his cat.


Sauda Death of the Citadel

# The Legend of Empyria's Darkness

Through the burning flames of sunlight morning, Sauda was lost in a dream. All she could feel were the falling sparkles from the air surrounding the room. Faint figures of young children running around, playing with flowers. Right by their side, Sauda could see their shadows. She was confused as there were so many of them. Floating a gentle aura while each one protects their own child. There is something hidden in this place, said Sauda. The light began to fade and her eyes opened. The new princess of Empyria.

It has been 12 years since that day Alzena saved her life. The greatest secret of the kingdom and hidden away from the world. Saudas existence was never meant to be and this guilt continued to build over time. Although she was only a child, she wishes she could have been braver. Sauda tried to think of her life before that moment but it all felt gray. The only time she seems to remember fragments of anything is when she sleeps.

Nevertheless, the kingdom has been thriving gracefully. Sauda, 18 years old in a world unknown to her face. Her name, however, is heard throughout. She has been made to be a substitute for Alzena in the family. Shadows aren't exactly welcomed and fear would expose their society to the rest of the realm. She has to play her role and protect Alzena this way.


A day approaches when Sauda must enter an Empyrian ball. This celebration is to ignite the youth into adulthood. A lovely ceremony for all to enjoy, except for the Empyrian royals. They can all have fun but they masquerade themselves as part of the tradition. Sauda finds this annoying since she is not really of royal blood. She just wants to be free and happy. But, at the same time, her duty is to be there for Alzena as well. The true heir of the family. The sacrifice that will never be told.


Cryptomancer Ambrosia of the Hills

Ambrosia still remembers the night she obtained her fire spell like it was yesterday. She had no other choice but to do what she did to her attackers. In the middle of an flaming inferno, she was trapped, with no way out, but directly towards those who tried to burn her alive. She tried her best not to use her magic, but she had no other choice. She cast her spell on those standing upon her until they were all taken down. One by one, their bodies burned until there was only ashes.


Archmagus Ravana of the Light

# The first known sighting of Archmagus Ravana of the Blue Light

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_The wooden double doors of Two Crows Bazaar blew open as a gust of wind and a blue aura flooded into the store._

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@wizard2724, aka Corvin the Collector, aka the Forever Bird, and his crackerjack friend, Cash looked into the light. The hue was not a bright blue that would blind you, but a warm blue that relaxes you. Like a melody, for your eyes.

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Archmagus Ravanas silhouette appeared next in the doorway, Above him, the infamous Two Crows horseshoe started humming louder.

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Rumor has it that the horseshoe hums louder for those with true intent in their hearts, though it does not distinguish between malicious and pure intents

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> Greetings friend

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Ravans voice is angelic and he almost sings rather than speaks words. His face rests in a soft smile. It's easy to look at his face and want to trust him. But everyone knows that in the Frog masters marsh, its best to always remain alert and suspicious.

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> *CAAAW*-- Welcome to Two Crows, What do you seek?

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Ravana then made a request that left an impression on Corvins mind for quite some time. It was a strange request, but there are always strange things going down in the Bazaar that has traveled up and down the Runiverse to strange places.

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Ravana asked for all four Cockatrice eggs that Corvin had in stock. The sale of four Cockatrice eggs would be a large windfall for the Bazaar, as they are extremely coveted in the capital city by aristocrats who enjoy eating them as delicacy or baking and turning them into artwork to display in their greeting halls.


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Usually, Corvin is lucky to sell one of these eggs a month. Not only do they cost a pretty penny, but also they give off a slightly acidic stench and are plain to look at. They are not eye-catching like the World Eggs. They are more pedestrian looking. Usually the buyer is another merchant looking to sell them higher in the city...but Ravana does not look like a merchant.

## What are Ravana's intentions?
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Ravana reminds Corvin of an old tale he once heard, a tale about a cult of cockatrice worshippers who protected the holy breeding ground of the legendary Triple Crowned Cockatrice. This cult is supposedly based in the Valley of the Void Disciple, a harsh land uninhabitable for most wizards.
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Legend has it that this cults main mission was to safeguard the highly coveted eggs of the Cockatrice from sleazy merchants and thieves. The cult practiced highly potent magic to subdue and sometimes assassinate egg thieves. But Corvin had never met anyone who could confirm the cult's existence.

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Corvin glanced over Ravana again. He didnt look dangerous and he wasnt armed. Perhaps he could cast powerful spells? The blue aura around Ravana was pretty strange, on second thought. No matter, a sale is a sale!

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> Thank you friend


Ice Mage Ofaris

Why do we call something home? It is a place to return to, but why does that make it home? Home can change, home can morph, and home can be destroyed.

Ofaris has known one thing - the cold. He wears his large coat, and holds tight his cat. He knows he might be happier south of The Wild, but he knows it here. He knows the land, he knows the people, he knows the creatures.

I guess that's what makes it home - the familiarity.

That's also what makes @wizard7224 and @wizard6136 home as well. Neither come from any sort of consistent home, but all share the same traits.

Speaking few words, they hunt together, eat together, and travel together, but need not stay together as they know each other and need not boast.

Home took on a new meaning however, when the shroud appeared. Halloween night, it was but a flutter of darkness, but these white wizards knew the feeling. A fleeting wisp of darkness up in the air, and the darkening pit in the stomach was all they needed to know. They looked at each other around the fire.

Speaking the first words among the group in months, the nameless said,

"It's time to call on @wizard388. Send a raven to Red Wizard Capital".


Enchanter Moloch of the Desert

# Enchanter Moloch

_Staunch defender of the enchanters_

Moloch is simple. Moloch will defend any and all who seek to further and preserve the art of enchanting.


Archmagus Xiuying of the Brambles

Archmagus Xiuying of the Brambles, a witch from the yellow hat faction, is a deceitful underhanded con-artist. Although this witch may seem young, thanks to the time magic the faction possesses, she is actually over a thousand years old, her exact age is unknown, she probably stopped counting a long time ago as well.

Archmagus usually travels the Chronomancers Riviera and BattleMage mountains looking for gullible individuals she can trick out of valuable artifacts or money, but shes gotta be careful because although staying young forever might seem quite magical; Archmagus does not possess any actual magic, or at least not any that she can use, something which can cause her a lot of trouble.

Her friends consist of the wizards and witches from the yellow hat faction but other than that shes mostly outlived every other friend shes had, however, she does have her raven companion, who was given to her as a gift hundreds of years ago, with the same magical ability to never age. Her beauty gives her the power to seduce other, which she so uses to her advantage.


Necromancer Vossler of the Moors

Necromancer Vossler of the Moors

You know the feeling - the one where you are sleeping the deepest possible sleep. Where you are beyond the universe, still alive, but at complete peace. Nothing is as restful as that sleep. And then, the moment in time that jars you from that sleep.

Vossler had lived a peaceful life. He was a solemn fisherman, his trusty rat by his side to consume the bones, his feather to remind him of days by the sea before the Moors froze over. Vossler had perfected the art of ice fishing - he was one of the last members of Nuuk as he was one of the most resourceful. He grew in the short growing season - he preserved his hunts, he ate sparingly. He also passed peacefully in his own bed, at an age that any of us would accept to live to.

That is, until a near explosion came threw the door. Icicles like shrapnel speared through the room and a mostly decomposed body sat up in bed with that feeling of being arisen from a deep sleep.

At the door, an elated @wizard595 stood, exhilarated that he was able to complete the spell which would allow ice to perform like dragon fireworks.

His exuberant demeanor flipped to terror as Vossler gritted his bare teeth in a bony jaw and started to saunter over to Ofaris.

Ofaris knew what this meant - he had awoken a soul from it's eternal slumber, and it will not rest until that which awakened it has perished.


Necromancer Nick

Scrolls of the 7th Realm (#2)

Nick.

It's time.

You need to control your associate.

Your decision to don the Grey Tunic will have catastrophic consequences to our agenda.

Appear here within the fortnight.

-G


Floyd Calamity of Turtles

Floyd Calamity of the Turtles. Of course the turtles fear him, Floyd wanders aimlessly slaying the turtles. No one knows why. Some say Floyd does not know either. There are those who attempt to protect the turtles from Floyd, however, they often fail; succumbing to Floyd themselves. Whether on land or at sea Floyd has a thirst that appears cannot be quenched. GG turtles.


Dayo Dissector of Destiny

Dayo Dissector of Destiny. If you are hopeful about fulfilling your destiny then think twice. Dayo will be the last thing you see before you perish. Your fate is set anon and you cannot escape it.


Shaman Brown Cow of the Wood

There's the milk guild, there's big beef, and do not even get me started on the poachers. Life isn't easy as a Canaanite - we don't have a lot that makes us feel confident in our safety.

One thing I take pride in though is my appearance, and fashionable I am. Brown Cow is brown, but he's also colorful, and I seem to have found my forever mate @pony261.

It's a matchup made in heaven - I look like royalty, and this pony gets to puff the bubble pipe for hours upon hours.

Don't expect me to give this life up so easily - I know things are coming, but we've gotten accustomed to certain luxuries.


Magus Sylvia of the Forest

Imagine the surprise when Sylvia found another being in the forest.

Now also imagine her surprise when she found this being had dragon powder with him.

Sylvia had two choices - she could attempt to kill this being, or she should use her charm and wits to procure the powder. Sylvia was not very intelligent, but she was street smart - she knew she did not know for certain the power of this creature, so she allowed the mamba to go first.

The mamba did, and terror struck the young wizard's face - in that moment, Sylvia knew she had the upper hand. There was something strange about this wizard though - it was a red hat, however it was not like the other red hats. This one was curious, and, for some absurd reason, was in the dredges of the forest.

Sylvia approached and asked to use the dragon powder. The exchange went about as well as you would have expected. The red wizard denied and backed away. Sylvia saw his very short beard and at that moment she knew what was going on and how she would proceed.

"You silly wizard, you know not what this powder does." Sylvia explained aggressively,

"You must be from the Red Wizard Capital. Sit down with me, indulge me, and I will show you everything there is to know about dragon powder."

"PEEEEEWWWWWWWW"

"BANG crackle crackle crackle"

Sylvia shot out a firework in the shape of a dragon from her hands - the Wizard appeared completely befuddled, and she knew she had her hooks in.

"This should be fun" she thought to herself.


Azahl of the Citadel

# The Lore of Azahl of the Citadel

I know the monsters within darkness

My kind is kin to mystic beings

Be warned whom brings the innocent, sadness

We shall bring thee to thy knees


Sandy Champion of the Wild

Sandy Champion of the Wild once had a child but no longer does. This made her angry. A wizard took her child. Now she lives to kill wizards indiscriminately. Sandy bringer of death may be a more appropriate name if you are a wizard. Wizard be ware, Sandy commeth.


Arch-Magician Ozohr of the Mount

Ozohr was the typical yellow wizard. Immensely talented, but a disappointment to the rest of the hat brethren (and his family). He had no interest in future or past - only present, and he carried his broom to sweep up the cares of the less debaucherous.

This is why he was even more confused when he received a scroll - a scroll that looked important. Ozohr was a drunk - he wasn't an idiot, and when the scroll with a certain insignia appeared at his doorstep, his buzz from the first three drinks of the day faded.

> Scroll of the 7th Realm (#3)

> The hole has been opened.

> The day of reckoning is upon us.

> We need the Sphinx.

> Come to the Sacred Pillars.

> -Uvlius

Ozohr had absolutely no idea what this scroll meant, and the being which had delivered it was long gone. His curiosity got the best of him though, and he set out on a trek (a hungover trek) to the Sacred Pillars).


Enchanter Layla of the Grotto

Layla's parents used to yell, and they would yell loud. They would yell to the point of scaring her, which would make her flee the house and sit at the corner of a stream. She would toss rocks into the stream, watching the water change shape and wish she could do the same back at home.

Her wishes were misconstrued however, as she was soon confronted by an enormous canine. Layla was not a below average human by any means, but this dog stood as tall as Layla did - it's fangs as long as a finger, it's ears larger than Layla's hand. It growled and showed it's teeth - Layla reached for the first thing that she could find - a stick to fend it off. The beast lunged, Layla closed her eyes, threw up her arms and prayed that she would not be eaten alive.

It seemed like minutes, but was only seconds, as Layla opened her eyes and the dog was sitting peacefully, panting at her feet. It seemed to copy her every move - looking where she pointed, moving with her, expecting her to do something.

Layla sat and wondered. She was certain her time had come, but if she concentrated enough, it seemed like the animal was at her beck and call.

She got up, and the puppy heeled. She grabbed the stick, and the trio headed on their way.


Druid Edge of the Tower

When the Druid Edge was a boy he lived with his family in a tower near the sea. On one twilight evening in Spring, the most fantastic thing occurred.  While alone collecting mushrooms for tea, the wind began to stir and the clouds became colorful and swayed and danced.

A Phoenix descended.

Edge stood dumbfounded and speechless; though oddly not scared.  Hovering in the air before him was a giant magical bird.  She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

The great bird appeared to be injured.  Blood was stained upon her right wing.  Edge called up to the bird, offering to help.  He ran inside and gathered some of his mother's remedy vials.  He then rushed outside, put them on the ground and silently backed away.

The Phoenix swooped down and scooped up the medicine with a huge talon.
She then paused, looked at Edge, and appeared to smile with her eyes.

Flames swirled and in a heartbeat she was gone.  A single feather drifted down from the sky.  Edge caught it and cherished it.  And he kept the feather with him always for the rest of his life...for it had powers beyond mere memory.


Shadow Mage Wolfram of the Riviera

Currently taking a much needed vacation in a tropical treetop village on Lemur Isle. This place is a genuine paradise I can't imagine a better place to hang my hat for a little relaxation. Hope nothing goes wrong ;) much love, your Friend Wolfy


Enchanter Uvlius of the Astral Plane

When any normal human views the cloud of a Darkling, it's almost too much for a mortal to deal with.

The pure magical energy combined with the overbearing sense of evil is almost too much to bear - senses are frayed, thinking is clouded, and desires are turned.

That is, unless you are Uvlius.

It's unclear whether Uvlius is a human or some sort of astral being, but his relationship with @wizard1036 began early in Chiron's "Of the Havens" days.

The world always had some sort of end date - that was a given, and the entire world accepted that. When "The Chasm" happened, time seemed to stop for a moment, and everything and nothing seemed possible. Uvlius knew it had to be something to do with Chiron - the world's end date was set in stone and it was the Darklings who were going to bring it to fruition.

Uvlius loved the world. He loved the people, he loved the drink, he loved the creatures. He saw a way out of this - he NEEDED to talk to Chiron.


Sage Jeldor of the Brambles

It happened on Halloween - Jeldor's head began throbbing, and his staff glowed beet red. This went on for around an hour with Jeldor unable to collect himself.

At the end of the hour, it subsided. What did it mean? Jeldor was one of the most studious wizards of the time. He had heard of things like this - was it the equinox? was it a solar flare? was it a figment of his imagination?

He was one that didn't like to rush to judgment - Jeldor was not one to make a rash decision. In this moment, that may have hurt those associated with him as this event was to shape the world for decades to come.


Cryptomancer Milton of the Belfry

"I've peered beyond the veil of this world and watched as the unbreakable strings of runes and glyphs that twist themselves into the fabric of our reality create worlds of both incredible wonder and unspeakable horror! Tell me traveller, have you ever seen a dick with a butt with another dick coming out of it?"


Alchemist Angus of the Field

No there's nothing I want to write in the fucking BoOk Of L0rE. It's dumb, no one wants to hear our stories. You want to do something useful? Do you want to help society? Then go burn that whole book of nonsense then go crawl back into your mother's gapping stinker. I can't believe the absolute fucking frog shit people make up these days and try to pass off as artistic expression.


Edge the Polite

Edge didn't trust the orb. It mocked him with its limbless locomotion.


Ice Mage Aleister of the Crag

# A cold day

It was a cold winters morning for Aleister. The Crag was known to be desolate but the temperatures today were well below freezing.
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Still that suited an Ice mage.
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It was said that those who can control ice magic have it running through their blood. Often clinical thinkers, logic over emotion. Well that was not the case for Aleister.
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Compassion & love were all that Aleister knew. Tiddles, his familiar, was almost dead when Aleister found him. He'd been dropped from the claws of an imp, one of the many beasts now roaming the land. Just a pink baby, stolen from his mothers nest.
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Aleister kept him wrapped from the cold, nutured him to health. The amount of !magic Aleister used healing and protecting Tiddles was unfathomable, something so delicate was not meant to survive in the Crag.
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That Magic change Tiddles.
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It was only after a couple of years that Aleister noticed the intelligence and the clear consciousness of his partner. From there it was just the start. They must save innocents from these wild beasts.


Sage Misumi of the Oasis

# The Sage
The Sage was quite interested in exploring the Oasis. She woke up, fed the cat, which is her companion in everything that she does, and started to explore.

At some point, she found a lovely blue stone as her stick was a simple brown one. She picked it up and started to craft it into an excellent accessory for her stick.
Now she has a nice stick that she can use and do more complicated spells.

The adventure in Oasis continues, and hopefully, she will discover more exciting experiences.


Wraith Captain Zaim of the Bleep

# # The Howling Ring

@soul5462 was spending the evening at The Forgotten Tavern, reading a specific page in a curious looking diary. He spent hours re-reading the same page over and over.

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### *Lost and Confused*
*by*
 @wizard5462

*ring-ring  ring-ring ring-ring*

*The persistent ringing clouds my mind. Wizards, Kobolds, Warriors and even the Creatures of the Runiverse mocking me everywhere I go. The Magus Wazir imposter, they call me. One day, I will show them and get my revenge. Revenge....I once heard a group of wizards say that the best revenge is to find true happiness.*

*Hpmh, happiness?*

*Is that something I can ever find? Surely not as myself. If only I could just become someone else. A new identity. Why did I have to be born a Dream Master with a Siren's Bell?!*

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@soul5462 finally rips the page out of the diary and throws it in the nearby fireplace.

"I got my wish", he softly says to himself.

Other tavern patrons curiously drew attention to the fire as it began making a ringing sound.

@soul5462 slowly gets up, turns to the bystanders and walks to the exit without breaking eye contact. As he gets to the door, he pulls out his Banshee's Bell and gives it a ring. A resounding, echoing howl fills the tavern as @soul5462 sets out for a fresh start in the Runiverse.


Electromancer Milo of the Havens

You are my Green Wizard

You come from the Green Heaven

Your Celestial Sash fits you perfectly

Toghether with your Lightning Spell

But also with the Rune of Air that you have

Your dirty bunny is just like your skin


Sparky the Smarmy

You are my only pony

Your beautiful yellow pipe (aka Bubble Pipe)

Fits perfectly with your georgeous wizard hat

But also with your Blue Caparison

You will be the pony that will carry my wizards and my warriors <3


Alchemist Hagatha of Arcadia

Artist: https://www.fiverr.com/robintahaha


Pyromancer Daria of the Keep

# The Lore of Pyromancer Daria of the Keep

> Her hair turns from blue to red as she casts fire into the sky above and she is a passionate performer.

> A woman of many talents and wickedly smart; others have called her a bad-ass bitch.

> There wasnt much she couldnt do when she put her mind to it.

> With her is a blue-haired bat called Marshall, who only talks to her.

> People have travelled many miles to see this talented pyromancer combine magic and singing into an explosive performance.

> After the show she is going to meet a leader of wizards.

> She loves him and he loves her.

> They are going on an adventure.


Ellen the Dependable

# Ellen

Neighhhhhh neighhh nieghhh.
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Neiighhh neigghh nieghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, neighhh neigh neiiighhh neighh nnneigh neiigh neigh neiighhhh
neighh nayyyyy neighh nnneeeeieggggh.
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Neigh! neighh neigh neigh.
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Racing across the plains the went, these two horses once lovers, no longer. Ellen could not convince him to stay, the adventure called to the bold steed. His mane black and flowing as the wind blew. She knew that if she couldn't convince him to stay, she'd never be able to catch him. Stopping she watched as he faded into the distance, over the green meadows and into the unknown.
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Neighhh Neighh Neigh!
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A tear running down her face, she turned and headed back to the forest they had once called home. Nothing would be the same again for Ellen, little did she know, this would not be the last time she saw him.


Archmagus Layla of the Wood

# Tale of Archmagus Layla of the Wood

Her wind magic was considered as useless and used only for spinning a windmill. But, one day, it became a threat with the fire breath of her familiar. Their flame wind burned away a village instantly. After that, she was obsessed the power of her magic and started losing her sanity gradually. Her obsession to the power has her run around entire Runiverse to chase ancient magic items, forbidden magic and forgotten rules.

(Illustrated by 6maker_nft)


Voodoo Priest Victor of the Sea

**Voodoo Priest Victor of The Sea**

"one God does not interfere in daily lives, but that spirits do."

Victor shuffles back and forth in the captain's quarters...his crew is hungry, sick, defeated. He contemplates calling upon spirits, as it is his last resort. He doesn't want his crew to know he is a Voodoo Priest, but he wants to save them. Victor must call upon Baron, the master of the dead. Victor begins his ritual to call upon Baron Samedi. The rain picks up, lightning strikes, the wind howls, fog grows, the crew shakes. Baron appears behind Victor, sitting in his captain's chair.

"...B b b baaaaron? My crew...they are sick, they need healing."

"Why must I help, I see you have nothing to offer here."

"I do." Victor says. "I can offer to teach you my water spell."

Baron shakes his head and laughs...


Sorcerer Ozohr of Arcadia

The Wizard Trio: Ozohr, Impy, and Takao.

The trio rest after a long journey, with the gate in their sights, they begin to relax and tell stories.


Witch Shivra of the Tower

Witch Shivra is typically  swarmed with fellow Wizards - day & night.

Why do you ask? Lady luck is always on her side.

To even be in this Crone's presence is expected to be good enough to be granted the blessing of luck.

With her Lucky Black Cat, her Lucky Horseshoe, and Lucky Gold Chain, any Wizards' rolling probability for their given skill was increased by 66%.

It is even said that Shivra can see the world's events before they happen, just dumb luck or a magnified inherent skill?

These skills made her an essential part of any crew.  Forgotten or not, Shivra wears her Rune with pride.


Magus Cassiopeia of the Brambles

# Magus Cassiopeia of the Brambles

A green hat through and through, Magus Cassiopeia of the Brambles is found most often in her solitary shack deep within the tangled and untamed wilderness of The Thorn.

Or so it used to be.

These days, rumor has it that she frequently goes missing for days at a time -- seen not even by the locals who used to daily patron her specialty shop of potions, elixirs, and poisons.

Perhaps her experiments with the flora and fauna of The Thorn and her proximity to The Quantum Shadow have yielded unexpected results.

Those who *have* seen her tell only of her strange murmurings of far-away friendly floating creatures and a forest of towering crystalline mushrooms.


U.V. Ruin of the Mountain

#                            THE KNIGHT

The knight practices the art of swordsmanship.

You sleep until the sun is at its zenith.
The knights polished blade reflects the first light at dawn.
He practices the art of swordsmanship.

Your garments are silken and noble.
The knights tunic is rough and simple.
He practices the art of swordsmanship.

You feast on extravagant delicacies until you are drunk and clumsy.
The knight endures hunger and thirst to strengthen his will.
He practices the art of swordsmanship.

Your mind is restless, obscured and distracted.
The knights mind is calm and clear.
He practices the art of swordsmanship.

You cease not to shout and yell, rambling about.
The knights words are scarce but full of meaning.
He practices the art of swordsmanship.

You have lain with countless people, but have loved none.
The knight fights for his one true love.
He practices the art of swordsmanship.

You cherish your possessions of gold and rare gems.
The knight seeks neither riches nor honor.
He practices the art of swordsmanship.

You serve only yourself.
The knight is the champion of the weak and unfortunate, asking nothing in return.
He practices the art of swordsmanship.

The day of the great combat has come!

You try to save your meaningless life.
The knight fears nothing.
He practices the art of swordsmanship,
and emerges victorious with ease.


Magus Zafar of the Desert

# The Writings of Magus Zafar of the Desert

> There is a reason the secret tower is secret in these modern times.

> There are those who fear magic and its power.

> Many died trying to protect the old tower.

> Many books and tomes were destroyed.

> Now the world needs magic more than ever.

> And the Runes will be remembered.

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# Dramas in the Blue

I once tried stopping the clouds
beyond the reach of the sun
out of sight but not outside of mind.
I did not want them to obstruct my light,
the beloved light of the sun.
I would toss and turn as the weather would
change, all effort spent maintaining the light.
It was not until one day in the desert I stumbled
across a plant that
the clouds returned to the sky.

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I lost control and
all light was gone, to
my two brown eyes, they cried
tears of loss and despair. In the darkness
they took my life  all that I thought I was.
My family, my home, my place, my light, I
was lost in the darkness on my own.
I saw no way out, I lost tomorrow,
I made a final choice.
Throw myself into the clouds of sorrow, of loss
A final peace I hoped to find,

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non-existence in no-light.
And yet instead I emerged,
to light on the otherside.
Its strength, its power, changing
the clouds, clearing the once opaque.
And in the space the light came through,
in truth it was never gone.
Now I let the clouds come and go, knowing

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the source of light.
The light is not mine,
not to preserve or protect, not to worship or hold tight.
I know its there through rain or storm,
I know its always there.
Watching the sky the clouds do come
 dramas in the blue.

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The winds of time bringing clouds into the light.


Wooden Ghost Bobbin of the Mist

# Wooden Ghost Bobbin of the Mist

## A study of Artifacts

> [..] and throughout my studies, a lifetime to be fair, I have been unable to get a true understanding of the conundrum that are the animated wooded. Though they have never failed to amaze me, and to this very day I find my mind wanders ever towards their ungainly movements that somehow still speak quietly to the mind like the most fanciful poetry.
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> I have, at times, been tempted to conclude that they are not truly alive but simply animated artifacts, unable to be properly cognizant not truly self-aware. Should one ever be tempted to spend a significant amount of time amongst them, I believe you would be sorely tempted to conclude as such.
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> However, my diligence has revealed to me just enough few cases, those errant few outliers, to put a niggling doubt in my mind.
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> What if these so-called automatons, these oft-called idiots, really are - as I have come to believe - not only sentient, but indeed carry an intelligence unique only to them?
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>
> _Boys of the Wood_

Feathers. Always with the feathers, setting his nose to twitching. Bobbin wasnt particularly that fond of feathers, and if he thought real hard he was _quite_ certain he never had been.

He did also know he had never been the smartest wooden boy around, not the sharpest twig on the branch, yet remembering anything of his life was doubly hard since passing through that cursed flame. And now he had two of the damned things! Feathers that is, and lives too come to think of it - if this could be called life anyway.

Hesitantly, Bobbin took one Phoenix feather in each hand and looked to Belch.

"_May I please?_" he asked the burning toad.


"_May I please?_" he asked the burning toad.

"_Belch,_" Belch sizzled happily.

Concentrating hard, Bobbin leaned down and touched each feather to the flames and stood back up quickly.

_Whoosh!_ the feathers went up into flame, ash cascading down his ghoulish hands and onto the hard obsidian stone.

_Fzzzzt!_ the feathers returned in sparks of crimson.

"_Hmmm,_" Bobbins mused aloud. "_Fun._"

Had he liked fire before? No, no most assuredly not - that primal fear of the antithesis of wood still rang true in what passed as his soul. Yep, he felt pretty sure about that bit, but now... Well, maybe echoes of that fear now roused a thrill in him. Either way, he was intrigued. Little Belch certainly seemed to thoroughly enjoy his transition into a hopping inferno, merrily setting things ablaze wherever they went with childlike like abandon.

_Perhaps feathers and flames aren't all bad after all,_ Bobbin thought to himself.


Ice Mage Flynn of the Ice

"  Woooshhhh... Like a *gust* of wind on the cold *lands of the Ice*.
Bliiiinkkk... Shiny like snowflake and cool as a *Fonzy* on Saturday night.  "
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Flynn, The Ice Mage of the Ice, the Desire of Mother Cold and Father Crow, came to life on a freezing night during the last *Prismic summer* known to Wizards. He holds and protects one of the few *Keys of the 7th realm* along and accompanied by *Spew* the *crow*, Familiar inherited by the father.
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Many quests and tales will highlight Flynn's life and will all be reported in the Book of Lore.
This is more then *biography*. This, is *!magic*!!!
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Bless may be your name, Flynn, in Eternity!


Sorcerer George of the Expanse

# Sorcerer George of the Expanse

Day 1 - Dear diary, I will try this fruit today, I cannot find any other food around me.

Day 2 - Feeling better than ever, saw a dragon in the sky.

Day 3 - Ehhh..... loving this fruit.

Day 4 - Found a fox that is talking to me


Archmagus Crowley of the Keep

The tale of ACotK
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His hair is blonde from all the sun
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It wont fade out it wont be gray
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Never in his life he had to run
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Took it easy every day
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Through up and down water he soared
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The waves he caught with ease
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Standing tall on his sweet board
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His hair shining in the summer breeze
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All of that he had to leave
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Magic is now his calling
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With wind up his sleeve
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And his blonde hair ever falling
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Lich Despot Lamia of Nightmare Paradise

#The Black Letter of the Lich
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Lamia carried the corpse of her familiar, Taznee, into the Pyre and surrendered herself. The Flame beckoned Lamia with a vision, too horrible to describe. The transmutation manifested markings of power on her cold Lich soul in the form of a code. She frantically searched her conscience and found her mind intact. The Sacred Flame had bestowed upon the runeless witch a gift, the Soul Rune, but not without a price. Lamia opened her eyes, but found that she was blind.


Sage Atlas of the Steppe

Atlas has lived a very long life. As many great lives lived before his, it has been a life filled with great joy contrasted with a deep sadness.

Life now is a small and round log hut situated at the base of a large wooded hill at the edge of the great plains of the Steppe. Gaps in the logs, magically shaped, provide Atlas with four windows. Each window faces a different cardinal direction.

Atlas has two faithful companions: a crow who calls himself Fern and an ash pony called Emerald.

Often, you will find Atlas sitting in a wooden rocking chair deep in reflection on days past


Witch Cassandra of the Toadstools

# Witch Cassandra of the Toadstools
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Witch Casandra is a fearsome wizard who lurks in the dark forests of the world. She is a master of dark magic and can transform her victims into toads. The Witch is said to be hundreds of years old and is immune to the effects of time.
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The Witch was born in a small village in the middle of a dark forest. When she was just a child, her parents were killed by a band of robbers. The Witch was left alone in the world, and she soon learned to fend for herself. She quickly realized that she had a natural affinity for magic, and she began to practice the dark arts.
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As she grew older, the Witch became more powerful and more evil. She began to prey on the villagers, using her magic to transform them into toads which were often fed to her pet rat Scout. The Witch enjoyed the terror she caused, and she quickly became known as the Witch of the Toadstools.


Ethereal Spectre Homer of Goblin town

Are you serious!? Ive looked around. I know there are some sick weapons out there. But what did I get? A dumb stick. Sure its on fire, but its still a stick. What kind of fury am I supposed to unleash with a stick? One second, Meryl with the lighting sword, let me just whip out my stick real quick. Please dont lop off my head.

Oh, but at least Im a ghost, you might think. Wrong! Im not even a scary ghost. Im a freaking ethereal spectre. According to my girl Merriam Webster, that means Im extremely delicate. That's the kind of adjective you would use to describe a flower, glass vase, or an old person.

So, to recap, Im an extremely delicate ghost with a charred stick. Oh, and I have a pet crow. Woobie-dee-doo. That's sure to instill fear in the other worriers.

Whatever At least I got a big dong.

Suck it!


Hydromancer Xiuying of the Hills

The journey across the hills is dark, cold and tough enough. Bitter memories conjured unwillingly, adds on to the darkness of it all.

It wasn't my choice, to have joined the Great Tribe War. Father's leg wasn't going to get him far, and The Hills Village Master, wouldn't have forgiven any family who didn't volunteer for the Tribe War.

The memories as fresh as the blood from the war - as the war broke out in the Red Dunes, between the Hills Tribe and the Valley Tribe, we were clearly outnumbered. As much as I defended, my hydromancy spell was ineffective, in the dry Red Dunes.

Probably part of their strategy, given hydromancy to be a large part of the Hills Tribe.

BAM! I was thrown back and knocked out. The searing pain that shot through my spine all the way up to my head, was the last thing I felt before complete darkness.

As I woke, I half expected to smell the stench of blood, to see piles of dead body. But instead, I found myself in the care of Chengyang. The son of the famous Valley Tribe leader. I was all cleaned up, in his room. As my eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, I realized he was here, approaching me fast......


Archmagus Aldus of the River

Horseshoes are lucky. At least that's what Aldus told himself when he found one lying by the banks of a river. Surely this was a sign from the universe. His newfound goal? To one day shoe the beast Salt Kelpie. Yes. His name shall echo throughout the ages as the master shoer. Unfortunately Aldus has never actually seen a Salt Kelpie and knows next to nothing about shoeing horsies, or about horses or Kelpies in general. But with luck like his, how can he not succeed?


Enchanter Iris of the River

# The Lore of Enchantress Iris of the River

Iris was conceived deep beneath the churning waters of the river Exios, the spawn of an aberrant union between a comely river sprite and a naive young sorcerer studying enchantment at the nearby *Rithelbalm Academy for Aspiring Conjurers*.
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It is said that river sprites mate for life - unfortunately for their mates, that life tends to end rather quickly once coitus has concluded and eggs are deposited where their bowels once were.
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Being raised at the bottom of a river bed amongst the crabs and kelp, Iris had not many friends. As her powers grew, she enchanted a sea sponge to entertain herself, naming him Clarence. He is her ever-present companion and confidant, encased lovingly in a protective cocoon of water whenever she ventures above the surface.
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She roams the land every new moon, searching for rare herbs and essences which she uses to brew the elixers that strengthen her powers. She bears with her a staff of river water enchanted to be rigid. The unfortunate souls that cross her path and she deems a threat - most souls, to be honest - are met with a swift and painful drowning via forced aspiration.
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Iris has always felt out of place - not quite a native of the seas, and most certainly not a denizen of the land. Thus she travels the seabeds, tributaries and shores, forlornly searching for a belonging she can never quite find.


Spellsinger George of the Lake

# Remember George, no man is a failure who has friends.

George grew up by the lake with his blue rat, Jimmy. George and Jimmy were welcome at any house in town. And George always had some spare coin for someone in need. No one knew where he got it, and they certainly didn't know about the Dungeon Crawling that George and Jimmy did in the woods around the lake, but they always knew that if they needed help, George and Jimmy would be there.

One day, while out exploring, something caught their attention. It was a small clearing, and in the middle of it was a large, old, red oak tree. The tree was an unusual shape. It leaned to one side, as if it were bowing in reverence. Its branches were sparse, almost non-existent. But what really drew the rats' attention was the old, gnarled trunk. Inside the trunk was a hole. It was round, and the edges were smooth, as if someone had carved it out.

"What do you think that is, George?" asked Jimmy.

"I don't know," replied Jimmy. "But it looks like somethin' has been in there."

As they approached the tree, they noticed an old, ragged piece of rope lying on the ground. It led from the hole in the tree trunk, across the ground, and into the woods. They followed the rope. At the end of the rope was a small, wooden sign, hanging over the entrance to a cave. It read:

"No man is a failure who has friends"

They looked at each other, and back at the sign. Shrugging, they went to enter the cave, ready for a day of exploring. Walking forward, they, *thunk*, got thrown violently back out of the cave.

'Whaa ... what just happened?", stammered George.


'Whaa ... what just happened?", stammered George.

Jimmy chattered, "Not sure, but I'm guessing we're going to need some friends!"

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Their adventure will continue in the next entry...

* Inspired by *It's a Wonderful Life*


Magus Amir of the Wold

*Let me introduce you to Amir. An ancient magician in the countryside with his white clothes and a white cat like himself. The huge white egg that he kept with him astonished those who saw it. But only the magician Amir knew what was inside. According to the rumor, the egg in Amir's hand was the egg of the phoenix, and one day the phoenix would come out of that egg and fly freely in the sky with a beauty never seen before. He would come to the aid of anyone in need by saying !magic. Amir, away from all these rumors, continued to catch up with everyone in need and to help them with his magic. Who knows, maybe the rumored phoenix is Amir himself.*


Aeromancer Lin of the Canyon

A wind pierces through the Canyon, mirrored by the palm thrust out by a figure in red. A wolf rests on a rock nearby the edge of the cliff they are on, eyes half shut but never leaving the form of his master. The wind dies down as the figure brings her hand back in. If you looked far down the path the wind took you would see a river, and a town far downwind. But don't look too hard as by the time you've turned back around, the figure and the wolf are both gone. The wind picks up again.


Battle Mage Cassius of Tartarus

#
This is the first time I try to write lore, second time will be better.


Sorcerer Jahid of the Riviera

> A mud hut, beside the mustard fields of Punjab
the angheeti is warm, the smell of burning cow dung in the air
rotis sit upon the iron curve, a family sits around it
young Jihad, is home in his happiness here

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As we all know, the day the earth rumbled for the last time, the world was split in two. A deep crack, towards to the center of the earth and somehow beyond, formed along the 73rd longitude. Many families were split apart, left on either sides of the crack, never to see each other again. However for those in North India, this partition was especially hard. Many Punjabis, like Jihad, saw their family fall into the eternal depth - and heard them scream for hours.
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Since that day Jihad has roamed these lands looking for solace. He finds it in helping people that he comes across. He finds it in healing the earth, offering spells to plants, animals and ecosystems he travels through. Most of all, he finds it in Babloo, his pet frog, the only person from his family that he has left.


Kalim Hero of Scallywags

Traveling far from their desert home, Kalim and Bobo search for a single fight.
The comfort of the dunes seem so long ago.
When will they find a worthy opponent...


Typhon the Shaky

**Typhon the Shaky** emerges from the Quantum Shadow, galloping! On an urgent mission-- he must travel to the distant lands of *The Sacred Pillars* to intercept a Forgotten Soul who's obtained forbidden knowledge from lands within the *Gate of the Seventh Realm*. Armed with a *Pony Wizard Hat* and *Little Bowtie*, this Pony is ready for the adventure that awaits!


Magus Shanyuan of the Psychic Leap

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Druid Soya of the Sun

# Druid Soya of the Sun

Druid Soya is a powerful being of nature, said to be born from the sun itself. He can control the very elements and bend them to his will. He is a master shapeshifters, able to take on any serpent form he chooses.
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He is a symbol of hope and life, and stands for all that is good in the world.


Zenon Creeper of the Obelisk

**Honk HONK**

**SNORT**

**CHAINSAW NOISES**


Werner Killer of the Arena

**Werner! Werner! Werner!**

The deafening roar of the crowd, the rush of battle.
This is the life he chose, testing his mettle each day.
With each victory he can feel the power swell within.

Deftly dodging blows, his mind wanders for a moment to the time he routed the goblin army.
What a fateful day. With his magic Goblin Axe in hand he cuts down all challengers.

Maybe it is time for a new challenge.... back to goblins perhaps?


Battle Mage Brutus of the Grotto

# Battle Mage Brutus of the Grotto

You don't want to see how powerful this rat is when there is some flair of cheese in the air.


Enchanter Shu of the River

# Enchanter Shu of the River

I have all the power of the water, have you ever drowned from the inside?


Runecaster Ofaris of the Veil

# Runecaster Ofaris of the Veil

When the time comes, my face is covered with a veil, your face will be covered in blood.


Uvlius of the Mountain

The Lore of Uvlius of the Mountain

After traveling for over a thousand years to learn new magic techniques Uvlius is now master committed to the the green arts of earth restoration and empowerment. With his snake Seppy by his side he is able to explore new lands helping those who need him. However in darkness he transform to his trickster ways scheming and lying his way through communities. His travels are endless and the consequences of his actions are forever contradicting because his friendships are forged throughout the day but broken by night.


Sage Horace of the Plains

The Lore of Sage Horace of the Plains

Wizard Sage Horace of the Plains was born in new Earth during the Sacred Witch trials. This peculiarity allowed him to fall into a trance, and after that, he returned to consciousness with knowledge of the future. Many have used his abilities to find missing people and animals from the lost world where he was united with his Rooster Pecky. According to other legends, Horace would wonder into the local cemetery during the storm and cried in the wind. In this way, he greeted the lost souls and helped them find the right direction. Anyone who resented him, he would curse them and send a storm to destroy there lands.


Boggle Slasher of Chickens

Slash slash. Boggle slash.


Archmagus Basil

# New Lore Entry

Considered as one of the most powerful wizards in the world, Archmagus Basil is benevolent and wise. He exudes an aura of serenity and composure, rarely displaying intense emotions of anger or fear. Yet despite his benign nature, it is said that Archmagus Basil is feared by those who run in the darkest of circles. Archmagus Basil is very eccentric and even slightly effeminate; he is very fond of feathers Arts and magic and is frequently accompanied by his monkey Luck. He is also known for his odd displays of whimsicality; he often uses humor to make people feel comfortable in his presence. As a supremely talented wizard, Archmagus Basil displays numerous examples of extraordinary powers. His abilities as a wizard are combined with a kind of cunning and subtlety of mind that allowed him to comprehend human nature and turn the better aspects of humanity (trust, love, and friendship) to the wicked disadvantage in particular.


The Ghost of Gremplin

171 days since passing through to the other side, and I question every day if it was the right choice. 193 days until the ghouls and goblins gather once more. Will there be a way back? Will I want to go?


Archmagus Alessar of the Pit

# The Pit

A symbol of the world cleft in twain.

Those above, those in light, those who bask in the naive hope of a new day with every dawn.

Them, below, they're cloaked in darkness.

The are wiser because there is no hope, no illusion of a new day to extinguish the old.

No bright horizon.

Alessar came to this Pit, he was not born of it.

Not to hide in the shadows as many do, but because the Pit is dark.

It is because the darkness suppresses all but the strongest light.

There's an honesty to that light, a hope, a power.

It's light that can eviscerate the darkness.

Alessar doesn't seek the cover of the shade, he seeks to be the one who brings the strongest light.


Archmagus Lumos of the Temple

# New Lore Entry

Lumos's journey was troubled. As a lad, he watched his parents be carried away in the claws of a dragon, leaving him to raise his family of thirteen sisters on his own. With no profession, and no ability to earn, one by one he was forced to give away his sisters in marriage, stretching each dowry long enough for another sister to come of age to be wed.

Soon enough, he was a young man, with no remnants of family, and no wife of his own. To cope, he took to drinking mead, but again quickly found himself without wealth. Alone, with nothing to his name besides his clothes, he took to the fields to scrape by on his own.

After years of wandering, he stumbled upon fields overflowing with mysterious round melon. Filled with water and a hint of sweetness, he rejoiced! No longer would he have to survive off mushrooms and droppings. He ravenously tore through the field, smashing melons and leaving their pieces strewn throughout.

One morning he awoke with a dire thirst, and grabbed a nearby melon without noticing its ripeness, or that it had the slightest of crack. He punched a hole and began to feast, but quickly noticed the flavor was amiss. Undeterred, he consumed it in its entirety, and was quickly overwhelmed with a stupor he hadn't enjoyed since his days of mead.

The next day, he yearned for more. Fascinated by the potential to remove his mind from his troubled life, he began to find different ways to let his melons ferment, until he mastered it. An alternative to mead, and in his own fields!

He took to the streets, selling his melons as both fruit, and as a recreational beverage. This brought him great wealth, which he enjoyed as much as he enjoyed his new concoction.


Scorch of the Keep

Having enjoyed a peaceful life up until the Darkening, the yet-to-be-named Scorch of the Keep found himself waking in a musky, damp room with only a glimmer of light peeking through a crack in stone wall. With little suggestion of what to do otherwise, the wall was tapped, slapped, pounded, and punched down over the course of three faints of exhaustion. The wall crumbled upon the third.

A faint feather, seemingly ablaze, glinted afront his bloody, now re-animated arms. A protective barrier protected this light, stone rubble neatly resting against the invisible sphere. With his last surge of energy, a finger penetrated to touch the flame. What was a kindle quickly turned into burning then into a scorch. A body wholly on fire, rose.


Oracle Hind of the Ice

# The Crow Speaks

As sunlight fades, the night sky passes and fog rises, we are reminded once again of moments to do what should have already been done.

### Every minute passed is a lost moment in time.


Shadow Mage Impy of the Forest

The Bridge to...


Battle Mage Bayard of the Bibliotheca

# Battle Wise

Power is fear if found in the hands of one. Power is love if in the hands of many.

### May we never forget that not all Battles are about one, but rather the greater good of all.


Witch Lamia of the Desert

I want to live, however briefly, knowing that my life is finite. Mortality gives meaning to human life. Peace, love, friendship. These are precious because we know they cannot endure. A butterfly that lives forever is really not a butterfly at all.


Archmagus Aleister of the Wold

# Archmagus Aleister

Never underestimate the value of well known emoji lore.


Sorcerer Uvlius of the Mist

# Story of Sorcerer Uvlius of the Mist
I think it's best to let the frog tell the story.. let him gather his thoughts and will return with a tale.


Shaman Ozohr of the Marsh

# Shaman

Youth is wasted on the young, a great mighty wordsmith (George Bernard Shaw) said one day long ago.

### Understand these words early, and greater fortunes will appear.


Magus Numpty of the Tower

Magnus upon birth was given a mushroom. When he asked for a mate he was given a mushroom. Upon becoming the strongest wizard he was given a mushroom. Now he spreads his magnanimity whenever he is given a mushroom, which is all the time. Praise Magnus Numpty of the Tower.


Mystic Lumos of the Ether

# New Lore Entry

Mystic Lumos the wisest of man.... frozen robe and all.... he was never to be dismayed.  He had a stone cold stare but the heart of gold.  He never left a man behind and his staff signified the strength of the Ether army.  They were fierce as one, but strength lied with them all.

I am Mystic Lumos!
Mystic Lumos of the ETHER

> My master is not to be messed with.  He is the creator of all and the healer of rats
> *by Mystic Lumos rat *

## First they laugh at you, then they ignore you, then they fight you, then you win!
### Mystic Lumos of the Ether


Druid Robert of the River

A quest Begins


Arch-Magician Alessar of the Capital

# A Magician and His Toad
Arch-Magician Alessar of the Capital and his golden toad Goldberry reside in the trade district of the Red Wizard Capital. Alessar serves as the Blue Wizard representative to the Red Wizard Senate.

Alessar specializes in furniture importation to the capital. The trees near the coast are not suitable for more powerful enchantments, and weighty wizards. His furniture from the Forrests surrounding Dream Master Lake has been a family business for centuries. He relocated to the Capital after the last wizard war revealed the Furniture shops had been selling Military Grade Wands and Staves to enemy territory.

While not Navigating Sanctions and overseeing the Enchantment Compatibility board in the senate Alessar enjoys going to the Toad Park and it's many mysteries.

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Augurer Qasim of the Wood

Listen to the Music in the links below!

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Witch Imeena of the Veil

Washed up in New Orleans after a hurricane, **Imeena** learned to live in a swamp and survived with her best friend and familiar **SnakeEyez**. She finds her way to Bourbon Street and has ambitions to make beignets and jambalaya using her rune of Hot Fire Water from her newly acquired food. She will break down all untrue swamp witch stereotypes and normalize her tribe once and for all.


Arcanist Hothor of Arcadia

Somewhere Hothor the Rainbow


Pile of Blood and Guts

# New Lore Entry for Pile of Blood and Guts

> *Animation by Wise Sam. Commissioned by Baron Von Fancy. Summer of 2022*


Pyromancer Udor of the Thorn

# Thorn Wise

In the coldest hours, my torch warms. In the silent night, my Blue Rat guides. In dreams, my cape allows me to fly. Always wear your dreams, keep your guides close and never let go of the light.


Witch Ursula of the Wold

I heard from my friend that writing attracts some warriors these days.


Chaos Mage Tabitha of the Morning Star

Tabitha means "beauty" in the old tongue. Nowhere is it better exemplified than in this lovely creature, however not all things that sparkle are precious jewels. Sometimes they are shards of glass waiting to cut the flesh of the unwary. Be warned traveler, this glint wants eyes to spy it, to tempt those in search of rich rewards. Be careful where you put your hands traveler.

~ Notes on the Eastern Star Cult, Druid Dante of the Rock


Archmagus Alatar of the Havens

Archmagus Alatar of the Havens #475

STORYTIME

TIME TO GET IT

Everyday I spend my time drinking potion from the wizards of the runes
I love the powers and I need them to continue this journey in this universeve
With the power of the potion and my stick I shall rule the worlds of runes and conquer
Anyone who will try to get in the way of the Rune master

I am a real degen cryptohead with a future and I will succeed in this universe along with my
Fellow partners.

I made it , I made it


Adept Froggy of the Valley

Horseshoe purpe smoke I am the wizard who will take your goat
I am not the regular joe I am the forgotten rune wizard bro
I dont want to play and wait each day the viking lords are trying to haunt me of
My riches and I am tired I will rebel

I rebelled last night and got rekt I dont know what to do anymore these people are playing with  me and humor is not getting me now


Arch-Magician Carly of the Steppe

Hi

Airdrops please


Archmagus Ozohr of the Tower

Pretty Boi Ozohr

My mom calls me a handsome boi so I believe her.

> Dressed in a pimp suit holding a chick magnet. I'm ready for the club tonight.


Battle Mage Talon of the Oasis

# Battle Mage Talon & His Quest for Dogewood

420 days ago exact the Battle Mage of Talon was stumbled on a tiny town outside of The Oasis while hunting wild duck for the family.
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The town was called Dogewood a small and pleasant kingdom filled with doges, mages and warriors alike.
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Shortly after arrival a fire broke out in the town center and the town alarms exploded. Something terrible had occurred and the battle mage had to find out.

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A baker ran up to him and said *The evil court sorcerer has overthrown the kingdom, we must leave immediately*
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The Battle mage left with the town fleeing into the forest for safety and has since been with them & helping them plan how they will reclaim the Kingdom
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The Battle Mage of Talon of the Oasis has now dedicated his life to the Defenders of Dogewood and will not rest until he can help them reclaim the kingdom.
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Runecaster Ifran of the Sun

# Family of the Sun

## He would have your bloody head on a pike...
if you even so much as looked at his kitty wrong. Runecaster Ifran is a simple man, for whom loyalty takes precedence over all. His familiar, **Catherine** **Purrone**, had been with him since the beginning of time, when dragon drool and dinosaur mucus rained from the skies.
Catherine was but a kitten, but bathed in hot dragon drool without so much as a wince. Ifran knew a Sunnite when he saw one and Catherine knew a punjabi when she tasted one. They're meant for eachother.

One day however, their bond was tested by Ifran's nounish doppleganger! That frikkin platinum triangle never sounded right from the start, thought Ifran...


Archmagus Solomon of Arcadia

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Enchanter Asphodel of the Hollow

Enchanter Asphodel of the Hollow and her bat friend, Clingy, are an odd couple. They wander around, Asphodel slinging rocks and Clingy fetching them. Passerbys often stop and stare wondering how in the world these two souls could have so much fun so much of the day.


Arcanist Hobbs in the Shadows

# Nyctophobia

the deepest of shadows fear even the faintest light


Shadow Mage Iluzor of the River

Shadow Mage Iluzor of the River, accompanied by their companion, White Mouse the White Mouse, shifts between realms. Easy to find, hard to pin down. Iluzor's mind is sharded between all of their experiences, past, present and future.


Archmagus Aldus of the Wild

Archmagus Aldus of the Wild and his cat, Sick Tiger, roam the wilds in search of adventure. From a small hamlet in the western region, these two wildhearts tend to keep to themselves as they explore the hidden areas of the realm.


David of the Fey

# The Lore of David of the Fey

David of the Fey was a lost soul looking for his place in the world. One day he stumbled upon a noble young slime named Flicker and they bonded over their shared love of the art of potion making. Since this day, David and Flicker have become inseparable and have traveled to many far lands honing their potion making skills, all the while helping many fair citizens along the way. Over the course of their friendship David and Flicker have learned that the journeys they have had and the memories they have made were the true essence of what it means to be friends and that they could synthesize this essence into a potion to help people more easily make friends! As a cloud prophet, David knew he could harness the elements and clouds above to help gather the raw materials to help him and Flicker create this mystical potion, but something went array. As David gathered these elements from the skies above he didn't notice that the clouds he was harvesting were actually dark and poisoned by some mysterious entity. Once finished, he saw the potion did not look correct and discovered that instead of creating a potion that synthesized his and Flickers friendship, he had created one that could destroyed friendships with a single drop. David now has become a wanderer carrying this potion throughout his journey to destroy it, as it was too powerful to fall into the wrong hands. He has also renamed his friendship potion to the nightshade potion to encompass the fact that one drop of it can turn any friendship dark as the night.

> *by Twisted.NFT*


Cosmic Mage Fugh of the Mist

ribbit ... ribbit ...


Druid Darick of the Riviera

# Druid Darick of the Riviera

A mystical druid roaming the wilds.
He like's to ride his pony and look at yellow flowers.
On Fridays he puts on his party glasses and disappears into the forest.


Void Disciple Aiko of the Tower

# Void Disciple Aiko of the Tower

Her story remains to be told...


Archmagus Aleister of the Mount

# Kappa-Epsilon-Phi-Alpha-Lambda-Eta Xi-Alpha

   O Fool! begetter of both I and Naught, resolve this
      Naught-y Knot!
    O! Ay! this I and O-IO!-IAO! For I owe "I"
      aye to Nibbana's Oe.(28)
    I Pay-Pe, the dissolution of the House of God-
      for Pe comes after O-after Ayin that triumphs
      over Aleph in Ain, that is O.(29)
    OP-us, the Work! the OP-ening of THE EYE!(30)
    Thou Naughty Boy, thou openest THE EYE OF
      HORUS to the Blind Eye that weeps!(31)  The Up-
      right One in thine Uprightness rejoiceth-Death
      to all Fishes!(32)

> *abahadabra*


Wild Mage Kobold of the Swell

# The Lore of the Wild Mage Kobold of the Swell

Wilfred did not always aspire to bear the grand title of **Wild Mage Kobold of the Swell**, but he was now proud of his responsibility and carried his duties with pride.


Gunnar Disintegrator of the Valley

Xag the Jaguar can summon warriors with pure hatred, his current apparition Gunnar fights well.
Opponents slice him down only for him to reappear undamaged.

Crimson sorcery.. how brutal. No one suspects the cat hiding in the shadows.

Life is good


Sorcerer Orpheus of the Realm

# Chapter 1 - The Transformation of Orpheus

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## Sorcerer Orpheus of the Realm wasn't always a sorcerer.

Before his life as a Realmcasting spellslinger, he was the husband of Sage Aiko of the Wood - who was already equipped with powers unbeknown to Orpheus.

One day, as they were doing the deed, a demonic spirit appeared from the nether regions of Sage Aiko and cursed Orpheus with a smol pp that can never grow longer than 2 millimeters in size.

Disappointed with the fact, Orpheus divorced Sage Aiko and vowed to master the arcane, in hopes of reversing the curse.

# The End


Great Old One 0xmon

# buy xmon


Void Disciple Liliana

# Void Disciple Liliana

Her story remains to be told...


Horned Phantasm Basil of the Paranormal

# Horned Phantasm Basil of the Paranormal

Their story remains to be told...


Sage Min of the Road

# The Lore of Sage Min of the Road

Borned in the darkest cave covered with thick snow, Anna was the only survivor from a terrible avalanche. Thanks to the ladybug that soon became her only friend, kept her warm for 333 days. Both Anna and her ladybug named, Pixie, is on a quest to join the frog nation to conquer the Meta land.


Archmagus  of the Valley

The Archmagus lost everything. He lost his magic, he lost his familiar and he even lost his name. His one remaining possession of value, a golden key of immense weight and size, was his only connection to a life now lost. The key was also a curse, a constant reminder of what once was. He has guarded the key with great contempt and secrecy, hopeful to uncover even a fragment of the past.


Uysses the Moderate

You are greeted by a moderate *Hiiiiihhh* groan


Medium Ali of the Citadel

The Citadel snubs him.

The poor praise him.

The bars depend on him.

# He is Medium Ali of the Citadel


Battle Mage Cromwell of the Lake

# Fearless

_It all started 42069 moons ago.._

He was a fine wizard. He conquered lots of lands, defeated many ruthless enemies.

They wrote songs in his name.

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> *Battle Mage Cromwell of the Lake,
> His enemies regretted their mistake, You cannot count the heads he did break.*

## The battle of Lake

They attacked his home when he was on an adventure. The Lake was under heavy attack. He rushed home with his loyal mouse fren. They fought honorably. He lost his left eye but managed to defeat the enemy once again and became the legend wizard with an eye patch.


Conjurer Cromwell of the Capital

### Welcome to Cromwell's Calling!

 Cromwell conjures Cherries.

 Cromwell conjures Carrots.

 Cromwell conjures Cocaine.

### Conjurer Cromwell has the most loyal patrons in all the Capital!


Alchemist Shizu of the Hollow

# Alchemist Shizu of the Hollow
Red Chaps

Red Blood

Red Eyes

Red Bud


Battle Mage Hagar of the Forest

Hagar lives in the forest.

And Hagar will live in the forest.

That is, until he can strike down a giant Black Oak with a single strike.


Vidal Chaos Agent of Worlds

# The First Patron of the Pantheon

In honor of @wizard6372, the knock about wizard, who saw !magic in a Warrior that he can now call an ally.

>## Aha!

You can find this sculpture inside the **Hall of Patrons**.


Ghost Eater Eizo of the Belfry

# Trials & Tribulations of the Ghost Eater Eizo

Ghost Eater Eizo was not born. It is said he appeared one night during the 700th Feast of Winterclast, and everyone present reported a strange feeling of not remembering how they met Ghost Eater Eizo, but knowing that he certainly had always been there, like some vague fog or background noise that you would only recognize by its absence. His name does not appear in any records prior to the Feast, which is why it is said that the 700th Feast is when he appeared, but we cannot say this we absolute certainty. In any case, Ghost Eater Eizo was not born.


Enchanter Lamia of the Hollow

I like butterflies


Evoker Oberon of the Field

I like stars


Chronomancer Eizo of Avalon

Year 2938, a cold winter's day in Avalon, Eizo and his cat Sage are warm inside their home.  A fire crackles and pops.  Candles burn along with incense that smell of leather, lavender, and malt.
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### The day is spent like most, thinking.  Contemplating about what to do next.  What can be done?  What should be done?
Let me explain...

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Long ago, Avalon was under attack.  Overwhelmed by the attackers, the people of Avalon were forced to flee their homes.  Run, hide, get away however they could.  At the time, a young Eizo was sharing a meal with a woman, whom only he knew how much he truly loved.  Her name, Asza.

As the attackers drew closer, Asza and Eizo were in a panic.  Eizo took Asza's hand, and rushed her to his home.  The Chronopod. Room for only 1 human, Eizo transformed Asza into Sage.  He picked her up, stepped into the pod, and in a blink they were gone.
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Returning to Avalon was no easy task.  Many years passed, along with several leaps through time.  These tales will have to wait for another day.  For now, Eizo's focus is on 1 thing, returning Sage to her rightful self.
So that is what he will do.  He spends every day coming up with new ideas to hopefully return Asza to her human form.  Gaze into her hazel eyes once again.

--- What Eizo has not figured out yet, is that the magical Sphinx's hourglass he found during his time travels with Sage...and bought home with him...is the key to seeing Asza once more...


Battle Mage Blaise of the Astral Plane

Battle Mage Blaise of Astral Plane was misunderstood all his life. Born and raised in a foreign land, he came to the Runiverse for hopes of a better life. He came to this land to embark on a mission, a mission set by his parents. But little Mage had his own dreams, his own aspirations... TBC..


Channel 3 Poltergeist Ofaris of the Bleep

Ofaris is someone you will rarely meet, for the Bleep is a place unknown to anyone but Toru.  They say that if Ofaris comes for you, you have been chosen for the Test of Souls by the king of ghosts, @toru.

The test is for various measures of strength, fearlessness, and cunning.  Should you pass on to the Bleep you will find a kingdom so sinful and full of lust that puts to shame Sodom and Gomorrah.   Your everdying loyalty in exchange for all the pleasures of the soul and the body... you will be returned to the matrix each evening to taste the flesh of life, even as a soul.

But you will give up your freedom and pledge it to Toru's cause... So if you ever see Ofaris, he is the guide to the Bleep. If you get to the Test of Souls and do not pass, you will be subsumed into Ofaris' energy field. 1% of souls pass.

Suffice to say he has grown stronger by the week.


Cosmic Mage George of Xanadu

# New Lore Entry

In Forgottenrunes i had a Moonbird with me when it was not so hyped!


Archmagus Casper of the Oasis

# The Lore of Archmagus Casper of the Oasis

Born on the high tide of the blood moon, in an age long ago. Casper the Archmagus had locked himself away from a decaying world. Within the confides of the broken tower in the ruins of the tainted oasis.

Days into years passed searching  for the light that would some day bring spring back to the realm.


Enchanter Jerret of the Desert

> 4 the culture
> *by binsk*


Hydromancer Aslan of the Grotto

A one-eyed adventurer who went out every time with an owl.
He acquired water magic on the way. He plans to try other magic in the future.


Arcanist Caligula of the North

**CAL MOUNTAIN** they called him.  Those who knew him. A tough yet gentle-hearted fellow. I was his friend.  He sent this spell (or song?) to me via crow, written beside his pooch and candle light no doubt..
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Friend

Burn Juniper, focus on nothing, higher elevations help, recite these words and open what I have seen..time is dwindling

*Today is radiant.
My mind has made it,
pure like the sun,
across expanses of one,
cosmos thinking its way,
through each moving day.
Yet still are we here,
as nature becomes clear,
and mystical like rain,
trickling in a window pane,
through the glass and wood,
there is a deeper good,
which unites us in light,
and splits us apart in the night.
Bring home the moment a lotus,
and spark a hearth to warm us,
against the seasons and changes,
guns disappear with their ranges.
Love sits and simmers within,
waiting to emerge and begin.*


Geomancer Behemoth of the Wood

# The Earthen Choir

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Deep amongst the gnarled branches, and tangled roots of The Wood,
therein lies a place where rock and earth seemingly breath with life.

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Where rolling stones gather to hear a plethora of strange sounds from bovine tongue.

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Hills and mountains, covered in emerald moss, sing magnimously the deep earthen tunes which ride along the beating of tectonic drums.

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Long hath these voices remained quiet; but for a geomancer such as Behemoth these instruments are an orchestra of ancient force.

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Lay quiet, still, with ear on earth and heart aligned to the colossal matter of planetary rule- let the choir speak to the core of you. And hear the song of Behemoth ring true.


Enchanter Pierre of the Moors

# The Lore of Enchanter Pierre of the Moors


Wild Mage Xiaobo of Elysium

# THIS IS OFFICIAL LORE THIS IS NOT A JOKE BUT IT IS A JOKE AND IS ALSO LORE

@wizard4104 stoked the fire. The soup was almost ready. @wizard239 had just come back to camp with more firewood, whistling to himself. The Buffkin Plains were serenely quiet that evening.

"Have I ever told you my favorite joke of all time?" asked @wizard239.

@wizard4104 looked up from the fire and scrunched his nose but also smiled.

"I don't believe so..."

@wizard239 sat down beside the other wizard and the fire.

"So, I was down in the Bugbear Boonies, and I have a few friends in that
neck of the woods, and the most unintentionally hilarious thing happened - a couple of them started getting into an argument about feats of daring, and they kept trying to outdo each other by boasting about what they would do, then go do it, and so on..."

@wizard239 stopped a moment to taste-test the squashelly soup @wizard4104 was cooking up. He makes the sign of the Italian rune with his hands as he relishes the taste.

"So, they were arguing and boasting a bunch back and forth, and then this one pointed off in the distance about how he'd jump off this one cliff they all knew about. The others hushed for a moment, but then one bugbear in the back of the crowd yelled dismissively "'He's lying, it's a bluff!'"

@wizard239 just continued looking at @wizard4104 and saying nothing, grinning.

The fire, crackling. The soup, gently bubbling.

@wizard4104 narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow at first, and then smiled and chuckled.


"Thank you for that...appetizer," @wizard4104 said with a silly laugh as he poured @wizard239 a bowl of soup.

And that...was the third of thirty-odd times, thus far, that @wizard239 would tell @wizard4104 that joke.

@wizard4104 still loves that joke.


Archmagus Soya of the Marsh

I wasnt always a wizard known for my

**Book of magic.**

I grew up looking up to the wizards who drank ale and took magic mushrooms.

I indulged.  Became the sacred flame of most parties.

But no matter how much I indulged,

I always craved a certain longing,

I always craved a certain calling,

When I received my book of magic my entire life changed.

I dedicated my life to the spells, to the *magic*, to the *way*.


Pyromancer Koop of the Villa

Since Koop was a young Anuran, he was always drawn to bright lights and objects, but nothing compared to his love for fire. Koop was enthralled by fire's ability to multiply and consume. A simple spark could turn into an acre-torching flame. Koop's obsessions with fire unfortunately led to the destruction of his home in a tragedy that took the life of his wife and two offspring.

Shortly after this tragedy, Koop was exiled from the Villa. He now travels the Runiverse holding a torch with the very flame that took the life of his family and his standing in his community. He doesn't know whether he keeps the flame around to remind him of his family or to remind him of himself.

*Memento, homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris*