Drusilla Truncator of the Valley

# Drusilla Truncator of the Valley

_You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
 Mae West_

You might think by my title that Im a kind of conveyor or something like that, but its nothing like that, its more about their envy of how I have made all the right choices to be so relevant as I am in the bureaucracy of the Valleys army. My ways might not be idyllic, but for sure were effective. In power theres no such thing as morality, so a bit of poison here, a couple of lies there, steal some secrets, get in bed with the right ones, you know politics.

Well let me resume how I became Drusilla Truncator of the Valley. It all started with a love story and Im not talking about my love for power, that became later after a huge treason that was beyond love, but Ill get there soon. When I started my military formation, I was not precisely naive or sharp as I am now; but pretty decent in comparison to many of the new recruits, I was focused on being the highest woman commander in the history of the army.

One day after our first real battle where most of the recruits died, I got the opportunity to meet one of our master commanders, the youngest in the history of the Valley. He was charmy, handsome, had royal blood, handy with the art of war and really powerful. I always had admired him but since that day, he became my obsession so I did everything to get closer to him, every chance I got to see him I was showing him how useful I am, I saw how he looked at me and with that look I knew with some of my femine charms he would end falling for me. With time, this was working, I became his assistant and his lover.


Slowly I startarted going up in the status quo of the army, my relationship with the master commander started getting closer and warmer, at this point I was feeling that he was as in love as me, everything in my life seemed to be going well. But I wasnt planning to stop there, some people might say I became greedy even my loved commander agreed; they are right , but you only live once and Ill be as great as possible.

In the hierarchy of The Army of the Valley there are two master commanders before our king. One was my lover, who was in charge of the land, and the other one was a powerful mysterious old man that seemed to be a foreigner, but actually was a bastard from the grandfather of the actual king and with a list of many victories to our kingdom. He was the head of our navy and apparently also the head of our secret services. He was aware of my relationship with the master commander of the land, I hate him so much, he was always telling my commander that I would end his career and as much as I hate it, he was right.

The worst part, was that I was so busy that I didnt see how the advice of the master commander of the sea, was taking away my love, to the point that one day, he told me that didnt want me to be his woman anymore, that my greed was out of control,  he was tired of it and that he started to feel in danger near me. These words drive me crazy. I told him that it was the other commander messing with his mind that I was his real love and both should conspire to take him down.  He called me crazy and also asked me to leave his office and never see him again beyond our professional relationship.


My heart was broken and the void that left was getting filled with hate. But I didnt let this blind my mind, I made a plan for a propper revenge, starting getting the relationship of both commanders to decay and started to hate each other more and more. I had enough power and charm on the institution to achieve that quickly, and when their hate was palpable I went to the office of the sea commander to get one of his famous poisons, used it to kill my ex and to finish this perfect plan; that took me a couple of years, I manipulated everything to blame the sea bastard and put him in the death row. Life is short but Im on top.


Bokur Antagonist of the Citadel

# Bokur Antagonist of the Citadel

_Courage is the first of human qualities because it is the quality which guarantees the others.
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I have always been a soldier, as correct and docil as you can imagine, great with the sword and shield but at the same time submissive to orders. It changed quickly when I saw how they buried my kind to their profit, the idyllic building of institutions, mainly the army (I have ever trusted the ones in power; not enough at least), the naivety of our honor and us  as their protectors, it all disappeared quickly.

It was really a change of paradigm for me, some people would go berzerk and get killed after doing something dumb, but thanks to my military formation, I knew how to calm my nerves and plan a retaliation to their treason, at least as a start, Im not that naive now, I know they deserve more missery for what they have done.

But now you might think, how did this submissive machine of war become a cold conspirator? Well thats the wonder of knowledge, sometimes you just see a use for what you have learned, but if you change the paradigm, youll see how it could be more useful; and sometimes more theatrical dangerous than that lame idiosyncrasy in following their empty orders. They might say Im wrong and defend their ways, but the truth is, that I have lost their ways with blood but their knowledge that I have learned, make them dream with our sword blinding their life and more importantly, their legacy and relevance.

Im Bokur Antagonist of the Citadel and Im sure for anyone that has seen your treason, its impossible to think in justice without blood.


Devon Eidolon of the Range

# Devon Eidolon of the Range

_"Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing."
Sylvia Plath_

Have you lost the faith in glory? Maybe you havent killed all your gods, maybe your existence still stops at the end of your mortality. I cant remember if there was a time where I was alive, my history is closer to death than the little instant that life is. So meaningless to the eternity of murder and disgrace that have been my existence, Im more like the emptiness in the void of the inert. But what could you know, right?

Are you still up to keep this conversation? Do you know you are in front of your destiny? Are you ready to deal with the fatality of the afterlife or are you dumb enough to think that you can take me down as the mortal you are?

You little mortals are a real riddle for me, none of you are willing to die, but when you decide to face me, still have the guts and the vanity to believe theres a day beyond it.

Well I kind of like that, its kind of naive, but I guess if I were a mortal like you, with the thirst of blood I have, Im sure blinding the existence of the immortals would be my wet dream every single night. So nice to meet you, Im Devon Eidolon of the range, the ghost that will take you to the grave. Cant wait to see if you can put that blade of yours in my non-existent hearth, welcome to your destiny, to your dawn, let the blood flow.


Edge Fiend of Honor

# Edge Fiend of Honor

_The devil is not as black as he is painted.
 Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy _

Its funny how our actions are never the main reason to be judged; at least between the mortals that have a clear lack of capacity to see what really matters. But its understandable that they might see me with fear, at the end Im the one in the shadows of the night, that will besiege their fortress, kill their families and decimate their armies. Those idiots say my ways are not honorable, just because I use their many weaknesses. How are they so hypocritical? Arent they warlords? Its just laughable how they think they have any kind of authority to talk about honor, because at the end we profess the same, pillage, murdering and profanity.

Edge Fiend of Honor, I kind of like it, sounds accurate for me, a fiend is always linked with demons and soulless entities, but as me concerns, demons have a link with afterlife justice, but sometimes our sins bring them to this world to punish our vanity and bring the chaos that we praise and preach. So let me guarantee you that if your path has been as dark as mine, dont expect any kind of fair game. I would tell you to ask any of the enemies that I have faced, but now they are all dead, so Im going to tell you one of my favorite campaigns, after the one that gave me my title.


I was informed that deep in the forest of doomlands there was a tomb where the remains of the father of one of the biggest treasure hunters lays (or to be less euphemistic, the remains of the father of a famous robber). It was sheltered by a little army, because his son; this robber madman, filled it with all kinds of wealth in a way to secure some of it and also trying to honor his father who was killed because of him (a little too late if you ask me).

The thing is, every time he came to honor his father, some of the guardians of the tomb were dismissed so he could have some privacy with him, so he just had a small group of men outside. Not a big deal for a big murderer like me. So I waited for them and the guards to dismiss, and when I was sure he was deep in the tomp, I killed all the guards that I could without being seen. when I was close enough to the entrance and was impossible to not lose my stealth, I threw first a grenade with poison gas deep in the tomb; for the amount of time that took him to go down, I knew he wouldn't be able to go outside alive, and then a second one with smoke to blind the rest of guards and kill them all quickly with my blade. After it I filled my carriage with all the gold I could. I left the place victorious. So yeah my title kind of fits me.


Night Ghoul Zixin of the Ice Abyss

## Night Ghoul Zixin of the Ice Abyss
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## Cold. Dark. Oh so cuttingly cold and deviously dark

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Such a strange sensation perhaps, that passion would derive from these things, yet lust and joy caroused through his necrotic veins all the same: The Delightful juxtaposition of his existence sustained him now, beyond the gates of Death.

Zixin remembered little of life except a few flickers of warmth and light, and a fortunate thing too for here far into the Ice Abyss, nestled deep in the Night, such thoughts reviled him to his very core. No, far better this enchanting embrace of air near frozen solid, this dark potential more ancient than perhaps Night herself.

Fondly cradling his Hourglass, its glass rimmed with fanciful frost, he watched the sand lazily rise up, up; Peculiar how it never completely emptied nor filled, yet had somehow found an equilibrium - an inverse of balance.

Ah, the lovely hubris of Chronomancy, he reflected merrily as he once again went through the plans in his head.

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## "*Cronos, for all your power and ability, you won't see me coming this time...*"
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###### Lore credit spz, art generated by DALL-E


Cleric Jabir of the Hall

# New Lore Entry for Cleric Jabir of the Hall

> Cleric Jabir of the Hall At Home In The Lab Cooking Up Some Magic
> *Artwork by  @kabaiqueban. Commissioned by Baron Von Fancy. Summer of 2022*


Wako Eidolon of Light

# New Lore Entry for Wako Eidolon of Light

> *DALLE 2 portait. Baron Von Fancy. Summer of 2022.*


Tootles Calamity of the Coliseum

# The Lore of Tootles Calamity of the Coliseum

Tootles variation by DALL-E 2022


Pickles Lacerator of the Road

# New Lore Entry for Pickles Lacerator of the Road

> *DALLE 2 portait. Baron Von Fancy. Summer of 2022.*


Nikitia Defeater of the South

Nikitia, the youngest of eight siblings and the only girl, grew up quickly in order to keep up with her brothers. Naturally she followed her brothers lead and learned the ways of battle and defense arts.

With her slight build she became adept at concealing herself in her surroundings and used the element of surprise to gain quick advantage. Her trusted snapping turtle protects her with an acute warning ability, so she keeps ahead of her foes.

She is smart and travels with a small troupe of likeminded warriors protecting others who find themselves in need of vigilantes.

I know that when I'm in the sketchy parts of Obsidian City I hope that Nikitia and her crew aren't far away.


Brock Stormer of the Villa

# The beginning
Brock was raised in the Villa, but has long since dreamed of traveling the world seeking adventure. He trained hard until the day he came of age when, against the will of his parents, he ran off. The first few years were rough, but he was determined to succeed so he could return home a hero with a great story to tell. While he's still looking for his great adventure, he's earned quite the reputation for his savage attack style with his Aurelian blade. He's feared in taverns across the world, for both his ability to drink and his ability to help keep the peace when necessary.


Meryl Vanquisher of Bugbears

# Meryl Vanquisher of Bugbears

There are none that can escape Meryl's Vanquisher.


Nuke Leveler of Robots

# Nuke Leveler of Robots
This curious Automata of unknown origins, who so proudly announces Itself "programmed to level Robots", will turn from friendly to hostile with no current known reason or rhyme, and as such should be approached with the utmost caution at all times until further notice.

It's worth noting Nuke appears to've had a head replacement at some point, the cause of which has yet to've been determined, as Nuke routinely appears to consciously never give the same explanation twice on this topic exclusively.

 Despite such, His Familiar has been observed serving as a toolbox of sorts with seemingly infinite interior space, has lead to not only speculation the surgery was self-performed...

 ...But that perhaps, there's more to Nuke than meets the eye...


Peter Assassin of Wizards

# Peter Assassin of Wizards

There are many ways to assassinate a wizard.

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Beetle, Bow & Arrow, or Brute Force.

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Horned helmet for protection.

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The count increases wizard by wizard.
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Not one wizard is safe while the Beetle roams.


Magus Adrienne of the Wood

# Magus Adrienne of the Wood

#### Lost in the woods for a decade Magus Adrienne has found her way back into society. Disgusted at what she sees she wishes to be forgotten again. The woods have played the song of magic to her in which she can't escape. She is no longer human but yet a wizard. The woods is where she lives.


Farol Disintegrator of Muscle Mountain

Little is known of Farol's family or origins. Some say that he is the product of a white hat magic spell gone wrong, others believe he was a bastard son of a red hat, and was left quickly after birth.

Farol grew up on the edge of an abandoned old village, surviving by feeding of berries and later on hunting wild animals. He did not interact with another human until the age of 14, where he stumbled upon an exiled wizard.

This wizard quickly discovered Farol's remarkable strength, where he was able to crush large boulders easily with his hands. The wizard also quickly discovered Farol's fits of wild rage, which had little warning, and massive destruction.

Farol was then enlisted by the wizard to be his brawn and miner, and they became extremely close, at one point Farol became his most entrusted servant.

Little is known of what happens next, but that wizard has not been seen or spoken to in years, Farol was last seen with him mining a quantum ether mountain....


Cornelius Razer of the City

Cornelius duty is to guard the doors of the Red Wizard Capital. He will do so till the day he passes away to the clearing at the end of the path.


Zoe Dispatcher of Honor

# Zoe, Dispatcher of Honor, and Kaida

Zoe travels the Runiverse meeting new people, hopefully in peace, but always ready to fight injustice or monsters wherever they may arise. Her trusty familiar, the hawk Kaida, is mostly content to hunt during adventures, but will aid Zoe in battle when needed.

Zoes sword, armor, and shield were enchanted in the Land of Mana to increase damage to and protection from Dark creatures and spells.

Zoe prefers to travel with at least one wizard companion since they can help each other fight particularly strong enemies. Although Zoe thinks a sword strike provides the fastest resolution to most battles, she has come to appreciate the spells of a wizard.


Desta Dismantler of Destiny

# The Dark Pages

"It sure is clever what you overhear from the shadows of The Capital. Whispers of a secret society, THE DARK PAGES. Perhaps I could tell you more, perhaps not. But it would cost a hefty price..." - @wizard2174

*Founding Members of The Dark Pages*

@soul3802

@wizard2175

@warrior8585

@warrior8586

@warrior8584

@warrior5992

@wizard6343


Sita Conqueror of the Ruins

# All Conquered Out Warrior Seeks Kind and Caring Life Partner For Chilled Out Sundays and More
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Hello reader, I am Sita. I am a 29 year old conqueror originally from the mountains, but now hail from the Northern Grasslands. I enjoy spending my days off from work walking my dog through the toadstools, stopping along the way to puff on my pipe and eat snacks. Who doesn't like snacks!! If you don't like snacks then stop reading right now.

Anyways, I travel a lot for work. I am a conqueror by the way, which sounds bad but trust me, some of those guys that met Betsey, deserved it. Betsey has been a big part of my life, she's always there when I need her most, she's sharp, quick, well balanced and most of all, she makes me look like a real badass. If you didn't already guess, Betsey is my Falchion, my sword, my work tool, and my bottle opener.

With me traveling a lot for work I have lost touch with most of my old friends. At first I didn't care, I just thought they were jealous of all the trophies I returned home with and how I was getting to see so much of the Runiverse. But as I have matured, I realised they went jellose, they were scared of what I had become. They stopped sending me owls and calling by my burrow when I was home. Thats when I got my dog, Jelly. Hes f'kn awesome, except when that sneaky lil fluffpot eats all my snacks! I like snacks, don't know if I mentioned it, but damm, give me snacks!.


Sorry, I got snack tracked again. Once all my friends stopped, well, being my friend. I really started to get into walking. Most of the time I travel, its normally by elephant or whatever other beast we have enslaved, I rarely get to walk on my own two feet. (My feet are gorgeous by the way, if that's your thing.) Walking through the Toadstools really gave me a sense of being grounded and one with nature. Its hard to take in the surroundings at work, when me and Betsey are kicking ass and slaying douchebags. So its nice to leave Betsey at home sometimes when am back home and just watch the fairies in the trees and listen to the sounds of nature, rather than the sounds of cowards screaming.

I guess I better cut to the chase. I know i'm not old, but i'm not a spring chicken either. Yum, I love chicken. Chicken snacks are the best! I need to find someone who wants some of the same things in life as me. Problem is, I don't even know what I want in life so how can I expect to find someone who is everything I want and more. Just for ease, I think I will make a list. Lists are efficient, efficiency is key. If your not efficient then don't even read my list, your already dead to me.

## List of Desirable Qualities


##### 1. Must love snacks
##### 2. Has a beard, not like a big fuck off Gandalf beard but more than a 5 o clock shadow if you know what I mean
##### 3. Likes to go for walks, long ones, with a bag of snacks
##### 4. Dosent mind that I like a good puff on my hash pipe and even better, puffs on my hash pipe with me. Who knows, maybe I'll have a puff on yours, if you play your cards right
##### 5. Is not a vegan, well ok, some vegans will be considered, as long as your not one of these extremist vegans. Meat snacks are one of my favorite
##### 6. Must love SNACKS
##### 7. Doesn't get freaked out at the sight of blood, because sometimes when I get home from work, damm, my sari looks like a vampire used it as a bib
##### 8. Knows how to swim, if you don't know how to swim, how have you survived this long in life. I mean you don't need to take part in the forgotten Olympics or anything, but I don't need to worry about saving your ass when we go to the beach
##### 9. Eats breakfast, you gotta have breakfast. You gotta eat lunch and dinner too. Then you gotta eat all those little tasty bites in between, they're called snacks. Snacks are my favorite
##### 10. Knows how to change a lightbulb
##### 11. Drinks beer, not like an alcoholic or anything, but damm, I love me an ice cold sudd
##### 12. Likes dogs. I will always put Jelly first, you best be alright with this, if not, you know where the door is


##### 13. I don't know how many times I said it now, but, you must like snacks, OK!!!
##### 14. Dosent drink fluffy coffee, you know, asks for syrup and shit in there. Coffee should taste like coffee, adding sugar and frilly syrpes is a crime. If you need sweetness in there, then you should stick to your Kool-Aid
##### 15. Is not a fussy eater, I ain't got time for you to be telling me I don't like this and I don't like that. Stop being a food terrioist and fucking eat it. Also, you better bring me snacks
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Congratulations to you if you're still here after reading my list. I know I must sound like an absolute psycho, but that's because I am an absolute psycho. Damm, I'm not selling myself well here but, hey, at least I am honest. If you think you're the kinda person I need in my life, then hit me up. I'm a pretty open minded kinda warrior so I'll hear you out.
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P.s If you talk about snacks, I am all yours.


Fire Eye Iris of the Inifinite Nothing

## The Sacred Flame

> The flames appeared, 1112 of them, suddenly one night... Their purpose was not immediately clear, but it was soon discerned that these mysterious blazes were a sacrament. And that Wizards who passed through the flame... were not so much transformed, but transmuted.

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> Some of these outcomes were anti-climactic. Some were of hideous, profane horror. And some were of supreme grandeur.

> It was possible that this Sacred Flame did not burn at all, but was rather a catalyst to open a portal through the Quantum Shadow itself.

> And the Quantum Shadow was the most unpredictable magic of all.

**Archmagus Iris Of The Veil** lacked neither courage nor vision. For the decision had already been made...


Alexander Chopper of the Grass

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Enchanter Zorko of the Marsh

# Enchanter Zorko of the Marsh

When I first opened my eyes, I couldnt remember much. Not my name, nor where I came from. But I had an inner fire raging about Magic.

The small village next to the lake was alive with excitement. People were running around in celebration that another Dream Master had awoken. They found me in the woods laying against a tree. They said that a bright red Phoenix was perched on a branch just above me. And when they came closer to check on me, this beautiful bird flew off. In its wake, one of its feathers floated down and landed on my lap.

Some time has passed since then, and I have grown to love this new world I find myself in.

Everywhere I go, the common people are amazed by my whimsical magic. Making a coin appear behind ones ear, pulling an apple from what looked like an empty bag,  youd think from the reaction that I had solved world hunger. The crowds ignite in awe and wonder as they gather around to watch.

My favorite trick is what the feather can do. It burns bright, but it does not char what it touches. Its completely harmless! The little children lose themselves in its warm embrace and cry for more after my little dance is over.

When my tricks are done and Im ready to go, I like to play one last game, Tag. I get a little bit of a head start, and the first one to touch my cape wins! The only thing is, I havent been caught yet!


You see, not only can I make an object appear, but my illusion projection is second to none! If I find myself at the end of an alley, a barrel or wagon becomes my cover! Stuck in front of a locked door? Nothing some simple lock-picking magic cant fix. What about blocking off an entire pathway with a new wall? Youd never know where the real one started or ended!

And it doesnt stop there! Sometimes I need a little extra help in vocal projection too. Some shuffling in the rafters, or frantic footsteps further along down the path Its all in good fun, but Id never let the children know. As far as they can tell I really do just disappear, only to re-emerge later and do it all over.

While the World has forgotten the runes in its deep slumber, this Dream Master is here to wake it up!


Solomon of the Toadstools

# Not Dead Yet

Blue wizards know their technology. Sol more intimately than most.

He had sensed that something was off with Tes as soon as she started driving him home from the Bastion 3 moons ago.

Someone, or something, had tried to kill him with his own car.

Unfortunately for them, he (and Ooboo) are exceedingly difficult to kill and now hunger for revenge.

First, Sol must reunite with Sondra, who definitelyyyy didn't just try to kill him... right??


Wild Mage Samuel of the Villa

# The Lore of Wild Mage Samuel of the Villa

The arcane arts came naturally to Samuel and he grew strong enough fast. On a day of no particular importance, he decided to break himself out of his cell. Along with Will and Blinky, Samuel was able to overpower the guards until the chief Warden arrived. A tough battle ensued where Will was grievously injured. As his final act, Will used a powerful spell to buy Samuel enough time to escape.


Cossus Eidolon of the Hall

# The Lore of Cossus Eidolon of the Hall

Cossus Eidolon is the middle brother of an unremarkable Eidolon family. His life was given purpose when enlisted to fight for the Hidden Ones. He is a tool in the hand of their Order and he does exactly as they order.


Darrel Beheader of Chickens

# Darrel - Beheader of Chickens

This brute warrior once fought for his land

He won many battles, without lifting the hilt

Not a soul, but the forgotten had seen it used

His trusty friend lie engrafted to his hand

A voice from below cried, "forgive me, my lord!"

Off with his head

Not a moment to spare

The beasts need feeding, and

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Darrel's chicken farm is hidden deep in a mysterious land that only the Kobolds know of. @warrior10365 brings balance to his friend and is often found at his side. The two run a Kobold Cartel that champions discernment and justice for their brothers in yello....errr....green.


Callahan of all that is Holy

# Callahan of all that is Holy

Today Callahan makes a double toast to the elegantly rich flavors of a Goat Grasslands Champagne Ham. Goat Grasslands has been making sausages and smoking hams since Lenora's Lighthouse was built many suns ago, and they havent lost an ounce of their impressive craftsmanship over the years.
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Slowly smoked with natural hickory wood chips, this savory meat is steeped in Asphodel Meadows Brut Champenoise, a sparkling wine from the outer pools of the Bloodfalls adjacent to Asphodel Meadows, for three days. It is then lathered in a tantalizing glaze of pineapple juice and brown sugar, so appetizing that even Callahan's Golden Jaguar is eager to dress his latest victim with the same tangy essence.
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Champagne Ham. Even a modest bite of this lush meat allows the aroma and flavor of pungent chardonnay grapes to shine through. In fact, the salt flavor that often dominates ham cannot be found at allonly fruity, sweet wine undertones.
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Made exclusively for Warriors, Goat Grasslands hams will be sold for battle purposes and are available until they are sold out. The Champagne Ham weighs between 20 and 40 pounds and comes bone-in. If you are looking for a ham that tastes as exquisite as wine, and can knock out a wizard in one velvety ham swing, this one is a true champion.


Dayo Savior of Joy

# Dayo Savior of Joy

Dayo wandered the realm searching for the thrill of battle. She encountered @warrior12949 who trained her to become the most fearsome warrior.

They traveled the lands together, picking up worthy allies in @warrior728 and @warrior727.

The companions accepted a quest from the **King** of Kings.

>Venture forth and vanquish the tyranny that lay in the depths of the demon lands.

The King said.

The four traveled to the gates of hell. They carried with them a magic artifact said to be crafted by @wizard0 themself. The party made up their minds, steeled their will, and invaded the abyss.

They fought for 4 fortnites, slaying all demons that impeded their quest. Until they finally reached **the demon's** layer.

***Dayo guarded*** @warrior12949 ***as he worked. She slayed so many demons that the ground before her lay soaked in demon blood. Seeing this enraged The Demon allowing Dayo to lure him into their trap, ensnaring him in a circle of brilliant white light.***

***As the demon fell the Rune of Water was etched into Dayo's mind.***

When the party returned to the King's realm they were greeted with a fantastic celebration. The King rewarded the adventurers with a name.

From that day forth the party became known as...

>**Ruin Demon**


Velox Attacker of Devils

# Velox Attacker of Devils

Velox wandered the realm searching for adventure. He encountered @warrior727. The two became fast friends, often competing against one another, always trying to outdo each other in increasingly outrageous competition.

They traveled the lands together, picking up worthy allies in @warrior12950 and @warrior12949.

The companions accepted a quest from the **King** of Kings.

>Venture forth and vanquish the tyranny that lay in the depths of the demon lands.

The King said.

The four traveled to the gates of hell. They carried with them a magic artifact said to be crafted by @wizard0 themself. The party made up their minds, steeled their will, and invaded the abyss.

They fought for 4 fortnites, slaying all demons that impeded their quest. Until they finally reached **The Demon's** layer.

***Velox charged in with no fear. He exchanged blows with The Demon, buying time for*** @warrior12949 ***to prepare. Suddenly, The Demon cast a dark spell, causing Velox to lose his sight and hearing. Velox was battered about by The Demon until*** @warrior727 ***jumped to his aid.***

***As the demon fell the Rune of Fire was emblazoned upon Velox's mind.***

When the party returned to the King's realm they were greeted with a fantastic celebration. The King rewarded the adventurers with a name.

From that day forth the party became known as...

>**Ruin Demon**


Sharon Armageddon of Pain

# Sharon
was born in a farmer's family outside the big city.
She had a hardworking life on the farm, and it got even worse when her father died when the whole area was robbed by starving people from the suburbs of the big city.
She had to keep the farm running on her own since her mother was not able to work on the field anymore and her little sisters were too young.


It was after three years of drought and another robbery by thieves when she decided to give up the farm and leave her family. Sharon moved to the city to earn at least a little bit of money. While the life on the farm was hard work, she was not prepared for the city life, what almost broke her.
It was a normal, boring day at the bar when an old man entered the room. There was magic around him, but it was hard to tell what it was. It was late at night, almost sunrise, when it was only them at the bar, when he took off his coat and a sword came to the light. It looked like an ordinary sword, but Sharon knew that this was the magic she felt, and the stranger saw it on her face. It already was late, but the stranger wanted one last drink before heading out again. But there was no more wine behind the bar, so Sharon went to the cellar to get another one, she liked the stranger or was it something else? When she came back with the last bottle of wine, she found, the stranger was gone ... but leaving the sword behind. Sharon didn't know what to do, so she grabbed it to put it away ... but it was this moment when all of her body was filled with magic and the sword started to shine in all the wonderful colors of the rainbow. It was this night when Sharon was last seen at the bar. She now fights for the people she left behind, for the end of greed and poverty, for a better world - an endless and exhausting fight. But soon she discovers she was not on her own in this fight ...


George Savior of Komodi

# George the Savage Savior of Komodi
George the Savage just don't give any cares. Seen as a warrior but known as an animal some would say he is half animal half human. His life is a consistent battle and hasn't relaxed since being born. He has now forgotten everything he knows but still remembers how to be a warrior. Slaying whatever he is confronted with George still has a tiny soft spot in his heart for the wizards. In some way he believes he was once a wizard and because of this he refuses to engage with them.


Davos of the Riviera

# The Lore of  Davos of the Riviera

However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.


Conjurer Faye of the Wood

# The Lore of Conjurer Faye of the Wood

"Faye, wake up.  Today is an important day, and you can't be late."

Faye sat up in bed and cleared the dream master dust from her eyes.

"Are you prepared for your ritual?"

"Yes mother."

"Did you prepare all your reagants?"

"Yes mother."

"Have you practiced your invocation?"

"Yes mother."

"Great.  Now get your robe on and get some breakfast.  The ceremony begins in two spans, and I won't have you ruining your familiar's unveiling because you overslept."

"Will father be there?"

"Yes... Yes, I am afraid he will be."

Faye's family occupies a unique place in their society.  They are not royalty, but are greeted with deference by king and commoner alike.  They are a family of conjurers, whose ancient bloodline has been used in service of the common good for centuries.   It is not a responsibility the family takes lightly--least of which her father--and when each member comes of age, they must perform their summoning ritual before the entire city.  Today is Faye's conjuring day.

Faye approaches the clearing in the center of the town, and begins arranging her reagants and preparing them for use.  Feeling the weight of the town's gaze acutely and hearing their low conversation like a roar in her ears, she clears her throat.  At last the moment arrived, and with a voice of iron resolve, she began.:

"Beneath the rune of Pluto, I invoke thee!"

"By the four kings I invoke thee!"

"With the death of the eternal rose I invoke thee!"


"With the death of the eternal rose I invoke thee!"

In a single deft movement, Faye slashed her left hand and placed both her palms down on the edge of her summoning circle.  A flash of light, the whiff of shadow, and a dense fog fill the square.  Faye, aching with anticipation, strained her eyes to see what magical creature she had pulled from the aether.  Sphinxes and Cockatrices were not uncommon in her family, and she prayed for something at least as respectable as that.  Her father would accept nothing less.

Boing...boing....boing....


Hydromancer Hagar of Atlantis

# Chapter 1: On the shores of Atlantas Pool
Hagar sent his familiar Nymph scurrying into Atlantas Pool. It dove into the deep blue waters; Hagar watched as the albino aqua-rat disappeared into the depths, then he spoke to @wizard3922.

Come, Richard Starkey, Nymph will join us at the portal. The Arch-Magician nodded and the pair set off along the shore of the desert lake; they had agreed to use Isaacs alias until they were safely in the Halls of Atlantis. @wizard3904 spies were unlikely to be this far south, but it was hard to be sure how far her network extended.

Isaac was the Temples most proficient star-reader, yet despite this Soya had managed to stage a coup without him being aware of her intentions. Somehow, Soya and her followers had isolated the Temple itself from Isaac and his magic. The Celestials must be a formidable force, thought Hagar, to have displaced the powerful Arch-Magician from his seat of power. Hagar imagined his father would want to know every detail before agreeing to back Isaac. Hagar, too, was interested to learn more. So far, Isaac had remained tight-lipped about events at the Temple.

The trip across the BattleMage Mountains had taken far longer than anticipated, as it had been difficult to find a guide from the mountain folk willing to lead them. There was talk that one of the Battle Mages who ran the local trade routes had been killed by a giant golden dragon. The beast was supposedly still at large somewhere, putting everyone on edge. They had been forced to travel almost as far as the coast of Kelpies Bay before finding someone both sane and seemingly honest who was willing to take them to Chronomancers Riviera.


Yet despite their own delays, Louis had still not returned from The Sacred Pillars. Hagar worried about what had become of his cousin, but they could wait no longer before heading to Atlantis. The Celestials could not be allowed to maintain their control over the Temple and continue to spread their malevolent influence.

But between The Sacred Pillars and Atlantis, Isaac would have two formidable allies. Hagar just had to convince his father to send Atlantis forces onto dry land for the first time in a thousand years

#

Date palms hung over the narrow split in the rocky outcrop on the dune slopes, bringing instant cool relief as they followed a tinkling stream into the shadows. Round pebbles covered the bed of the stream; occasionally a group would crackle and knock together, sending tiny glowing ripples outwards.

In the recesses of the crevice, a smooth boulder was embedded in the rock, different rune symbols etched into its surface.

Atlantas Portal, whispered Hagar reverently.

Indeed, smiled Isaac. So how do we open it?

The wizards did not have to wait long before Nymph came scurrying up behind them carrying a hand-sized metallic disc in her mouth, her white fur slick with water.

Hagar stooped to accept the disc from his familiar and placed it against the rock. The Rune of Jupiter glowed in the metal of the disc, and its companion rune symbol on the rock mirrored the effect. When Hagar removed the disc, undercurrents of purple, blue, and white began to swirl just below the surface of the stone, slowly emerging from the boulder in radiant streams. The light flowed, spinning and growing until a shimmering spiral of colour stood before the wizards: the portal to Atlantis.


Youre going to need this, Hagar said to the Arch-Magician, forming the Kelpies Fury water spell between his palms. He stretched the ball of water between his palms, distending it into a hollow bubble. Lifting his hands above the Arch-Magician, Hagar brought the bubble down slowly to envelope Isaacs head. He nodded to Isaac and stepped up to the portal, motioning for him to follow.
# Chapter 2: A life aquatic
Stepping through the portal, the wizards were enveloped by salty water and lost control of their limbs. They started to swim forward, sinking slowly to the floor of the underwater antechamber. The bubble around Isaacs head wobbled as he looked around him. The surface of the bubble would keep drawing oxygen from the water, allowing the Arch-Magician to breathe so long as Hagar maintained the spell.

While they had discarded their heavy cloaks just before arriving at Atlantas Pool, the water still dragged at their clothing as they moved sluggishly through the antechamber and into a long corridor.  Hagars feet touched the floor, but then drifted slowly upwards. Nymph swam excitedly around them before scooting ahead. Hagar signalled Isaac to stay still and exhaled, dropping down to his knees so that he could trace his fingers over the Arch-Magicians heels. He then touched his own feet, feeling them grow instantly heavier, allowing him to walk ponderously down the water-filled hallway.


Shortly, the Hydromancer stopped at a door, which slid upwards silently when he placed his hand against it. Nymph zipped past them as they stepped into a small space that ended abruptly in another door. As soon as the first door closed behind them, the level of water began to drop slowly. Once their heads were in the pocket of air above the water, Hagar could feel the streams of air flushing into the small chamber, maintaining the pressure. He released the bubble around Isaacs head.

Its been so long since my last visit, I had almost forgotten about this, smiled the Arch-Magician. This next part is my favourite! As the last of the water drained away, the streams of air latched onto the two men and the rat, lifting them bodily off the floor as the moisture was sucked off them. The flows lessened, setting them gently back down. Isaac tried to smooth down his beard, which had puffed up like a surprised woodland creature.

The second door slid open and Hagar stepped into the cavernous entrance hall of the palace, then ushered the Arch-Magician past him. The far wall was entirely transparent, looking out into the ocean depths, where the darkness was illuminated by a galaxy of luminous creatures, their forms and movements so different from animals on land that they seemed to come from another planet.

Isaac stood for a moment, taking in the scene reverently.

Imagine what the Celestials would make of this, Hagar, he whispered.


Imagine what the Celestials would make of this, Hagar, he whispered.

The magic of the deep would no doubt be a terrifying prospect for those that have eyes only for the stars, High-Priest, said Hagar, adopting his courtly manners now that he was back under his fathers roof. The ancient water-binder had ruled the seas as far back as anyone could remember. He had always been a stickler for formality, and his emphasis on Hagars stately bearing had only grown stronger over time.

A high-pitched, nasal voice rang out from the other side of the high-ceilinged chamber. Ah, Prince Hagar! We expected you some time ago. Your father is not in a very forgiving mood Im afraid, my Lord. Most vexed, most vexed indeed!

Hagar smiled to himself and turned, watching the distant figure approaching them over the lush carpet, as elegantly as he was able on his large, webbed feet.

Its been far too long, Alopias, I fear you all must think me terribly rude, the Hydromancer called, his voice echoing around the hall.

The small mans saucer-like eyes grew even larger, seeming to take over his entire face, as he wobbled to a stop in front of hagar. His smooth, bald head shrank backwards, long spines standing on end to expose the fleshy webs of the crest running from the top of his forehead over the middle of his scalp, down to the base of his skull. The gill slits on his neck pulsated frantically.

Oh no, not at all my Prince. Most certainly not! Never rude! Im sure you have excellent reasons for the delay I do hope so? The King *certainly* expects some Alopias trailed off with a start as he noticed the Arch-Magician for the first time.


Oh dear me I do apologise, good wizard. Spawning season has everyone in such a commo The manservant cut himself off abruptly, looking aghast. His crest drooped, and he curled his long, splayed toes nervously in the carpet, wide eyes flicking back and forth between the Prince and the Arch-Magician.

Hagar inclined his head slightly, giving the man a coaxing look.

I uh I mean that is Alopias blinked, then shook himself and cleared his throat self-consciously. His gills sealed themselves and he began to suck in a deep breath, his neck swelling up into a bulbous, bright red sack as big as his head.

When he spoke again, his voice rang deep and true: His Esteemed Royal Highness, Sovereign Protector of the Oceans, Conjurer of Storms, Master of the Waves, Hurricane of the Deep, King Dawonoti of the Fifteenth Cycle, welcomes you to these hallowed and ancient halls, and grants you leave to enter the realm of Atlantis! May the weight of the water mould your thoughts, and the lights of the abyss guide your path as you

Hagar clapped his hands together. Brilliant introduction, Alopias, as always! I see youve added a couple more titles there. Fantastic work, Im sure father approves. Shall we go see him then?

Alopias quickly wiped the look of disappointment from his face, smoothed his throat pouch back into place, and bobbed his head, then turned to Isaac. If you please, good wizard, follow us to the air-breathing Throne Room. The King will see you shortly.


Isaac hefted his Midas Rod, nodded to Hagar, and together they followed Alopias from the room to plead the Arch-Magicians case to King Dawonoti.
# Chapter 3: Strands of possibilities
Hagar slapped his palm against the transparent wall of the hall in an uncharacteristic loss of composure. A bulbous fish, startled by the vibrations, flashed luminously and puffed itself up indignantly, before subsiding and swimming off into the darkness

Why wont he see reason? I just dont understand it!

The Arch-Magician patted him on the shoulder. The weight of a thousand years of tradition sits on your fathers shoulders, my boy. I do not blame him for not wanting to involve himself in dryland affairs. The policy has served him well in the past. To tell you the truth, I foresaw as much in my Midas Rod.

Hagar looked at him incredulously. What? Why did you not tell me that before? What has been the purpose of this entire mission, then?

Isaac hesitated. I saw no reason to burden you with the possibility of failure. Foresight is not an exact science; the actions taken by others can have momentous consequences and I am not the only wizard who seeks to pluck at the same strands of possibilities. We are all simply trying to coax out the tunes that play in our minds, to see them take shape in the physical realm. There is another who picks at the strings at this very moment a Thaumaturge named Akron. I must say, he is quite impressive.


The Arch-Magician paused, walking over to the glass wall to gaze out at the fantastical creatures, before continuing. He would have been a mighty ally for sure, but all hope does not hinge on your father, my boy. I believe that the Thaumaturges plans may turn to our advantage. It is even possible that he is the one who delayed your cousin Louis. Besides if Im not mistaken, a band of our own approaches.

As Isaac finished speaking, the door at the far end of the hall burst open. A tall Atlantean wearing an armoured breastplate of black, streaked with brilliant turquoise, rushed towards Hagar. Her streamlined helmet took the form of two waves that swept back on either side of her head, almost meeting at the rear. In her right hand, she carried a short throwing spear tipped with a venomous-looking spine.

Prince Hagar, sir! The warrior snapped to attention. The Blackwater Guard is ready to answer your call.

Hagar strode over to where the warrior stood. I issued no call, Indaliai. That would be treason. I do not disobey Him by going alone, but He expressly forbade the forces of Atlantis to set foot on dry land without His approval. I cannot I will not carry the Guards lives in my hand.


Indaliai smiled defiantly. Our lives are not so large that we cant carry the weight in our own hands, my Prince. Where you go, we follow. Every one of us is ready to accept the consequences; your hands will be free to wield Kelpies Fury. She half-knelt, stamping the butt of her spear twice on the thick carpet with muffled thuds. In response, a rolling wave of sound began to rise from the corridor beyond the open door. As Indaliai straightened up, the Blackwater Guard streamed into the hall, fanning out into ranks behind their Captain. Every warrior wore the same look of grim determination.

Excellent, Isaac smiled, resting a hand on the princes shoulder. If we leave now, we may be able to harmonise the melodies.

## Story Arc Index:
Prologue: @soul7186

Part 1: @wizard314

Part 2: @wizard2398

Part 3: @wizard134

Part 4: @wizard3920

Part 5: @wizard7935

Epilogue: @wizard291


Shaman Celah of the Mist

In a dingy hut in the depths of the Vampyre Mist, Shaman Celah scribbled vigorously on parchment by the soft green glow of his emerald staff, which he had propped against the table. Outside, the wind howled, battering at the rickety structure.

*Not the most luxurious writers retreat, but then needs must,* he thought.

Celah knew that the Lord of the Void, @wizard4298, held an uneasy treaty with the vampires of the Mist, so he would be reluctant to enter their domain uninvited. This was why Celah had hurriedly returned to his homeland, despite the haunting memories and the dangers he faced here; vampires were notorious for holding eternal grudges against anyone who escaped their clutches.

Nevertheless, Celah would rather take his chances with a bunch of bloodsuckers than with a deranged cyborg who could shift between the worlds of the living and the dead, and who harboured a vendetta against Blue Wizards. Especially Blue Wizards who accidentally uncovered that cyborgs plots and were then foolish enough to publish their findings!

Perhaps Isaac could have helped, but the Arch-Magician had vanished after the rebellion at the Temple. Celah certainly did not believe the official reports that Isaac had been executed for betraying the temple. @wizard3904 religious fanatics were known across the realm for concocting whatever reality suited their agenda. Yet her influence had been growing these past years and the Celestials had swelled their ranks.


On his travels, Celah had seen the results of the troubles their travelling preachers were able to stir up. It wasnt hard to start a panic among the Rudimentals about the dangers of magic, while there seemed to be a new wave of wizards who held nothing but disdain for the old ways. Fuelled by religious rhetoric, there was a wave of sentiment sweeping the land, turning the masses against magic-makers who kept familiars, or communed with the arcane powers and the natural world.

Celah got up, stretched, and moved over to the small fireplace, stoking the coals. Then he returned to his desk and began to read over the last paragraphs of the letter he had written:

 @wizard3922 *was ever a conscientious and benevolent leader. He kept the Temple in harmony with the rest of our kind, seeking to work alongside other beliefs. He sought the Divine in all aspects of magic  from the glories of the Astral Plane to the arcane ways of the Druids, even sharing peace meals with Necromancers.*

*Yet now the Celestials set themselves apart from the rest of the wizarding world. They seek to raise themselves above us  to convince wizard and Rudimental alike that their High Priestess is the link between the physical realm and the Divinity; that her proclamations come directly from a higher power.*


*Despite the declarations of this pretender on the Temples throne, I can not bring myself to believe that Isaac is dead. Where he might be, though, I must confess I have no idea. Be that as it may, we cannot allow the Celestials free reign across the Runiverse. Already, battalions of the Hands of the Havens branch out from their territory, hunting down Shamans and other animists. I have also heard reports that they seek to infiltrate the Atheneum and the Druids of the Hollow. I fear they will move on to deem other things unholy, too.*

*With the backing of the Blue Wizards, we may be able to find Isaac and convince others to join us in the fight to reinstate him to the Temple and bring Archmagus Soya to justice.*

*A respected figure like you should approach the Blue Council to make the case for declaring against this new order. You still hold weight with the Council, despite our disputes with Scryer Apollo and others in the past; I trust in your wisdom to bring enough of the councillors to our side. I fear you were correct from the beginning; Apollo is definitely hiding things and it is troublesome that he continues to lead the Council. I have uncovered further inconsistencies about Voidoths origins since we last communicated, but lacking hard proof, I will not put them in writing just yet.*

*For my part, I must lay low for a time. I can feel the Voidlords cold breath at my back. When I have the chance, I plan to travel to the Elders of*  The Sacred Pillars *to ask for their aid  they were always good friends to the Arch-Magician. I am not sure if all this news has made it to the Bastion, but there are mysterious forces at work in* The Thorn*, and* Frog Master Marsh *continues to wilt and decay.*


*Conflict is upon us and worse is to follow, but though we have long been separated, I still feel the touch of your magic. Even if we are destined to be apart, know that you will always be in my thoughts.*

*Yours always,*

*Celah*

Leaning back from his writing, he wiped a tear from his cheek. Not for the first time, he lamented his own lack of power, which prevented him from contacting Ozohr more directly than any Rudimental might. A lot hinged on whether Celahs previous letter about the Sacred Flames had reached Ozohr, and whether he had managed to spread the research to other scholars so that something could be done to stop these awful transmutations. While @wizard3917 was a stubborn old fool, there were others who were sure to recognise the threat against Blue Wizard Bastion.

Rubbing his temples, Celah brought his thoughts back to his present position, making a mental check of the wardings he had put in place around the hut. Everything was secure.

At the very least, the spells should keep out the vampires. He tested the point of one of the sharpened stakes that lay on the counter with his thumb. Magic was all well and fine, but one could never be too prepared. Vampires could be tricky often the magic just seemed to *slip off them*. Sometimes a good staking was your best bet.

When daylight returned, he would send the letter with @warrior6897. So long as the goblins pockets were well weighted with gold, and there was the promise of more upon delivery, he could be counted on, and Celah knew all too well that the local Transporters could not be trusted with such delicate information. Once the letter was on its way, Celah would set off to The Sacred Pillars.


## Story Arc Index:
Prologue: @soul7186

Part 1: @wizard314

Part 2: @wizard2398

Part 3: @wizard134

Part 4: @wizard3920

Part 5: @wizard7935

Epilogue: @wizard291


Lux of the Valley

# Chapter 1: Signs of chaos
Pushing his thick spectacles up to the bridge of his nose, Lux scanned the ancient scroll, murmuring to himself under his breath as he read over Bastian Bluemongers journal entry for the thousandth time. He was sure he was missing something  that there was some hidden meaning within the text

With a huff of exasperation he slammed his quill down on the desk, startling Lunor, who gave a squawk and flapped up into the rafters, from where he cawed indignantly at the wizard. Lux shrugged apologetically up at the crow, then turned from the scroll to a heavy, brass-bound book. Embossed on the leather cover in thick golden lettering were the words *Kronikells of the Sevin Relms*.

Lux grunted as he heaved the book open; the front half slammed down onto the desk in an explosion of dust. Lux spluttered, wafting the dust away from his face, and stared at the artists illustration of the @beast1. The beast of legend had a form that defied belief: a mighty lions body sprouting a goats head from between its shoulder blades, dragon wings, and a scaly tail ending in a dragons fire-breathing head. In the painting, this bizarre yet terrifying creature reared up above a rainbow-banded figure, its leathery wings spread wide in defiance. @wizard777 held his golden key aloft, pointing directly up at the maw of the beast. From the key flowed an Infinity Rune that wound its way around the Chimeras body. The Ancient Sphinx was going for the jugular of the dragon, as the Chimeras tail recoiled.


The scholar traced his finger along the text as he read.
...and so with the helpe o the aynshint sphinxx, Saykrid KeeMahster hath bannished the Kymeera, herling backe the deemon unto the Sevinth Relm from whense it cayme. He hath entwyned the beeste within his Roon o' Infinit Vytalitee  bownd and subdjugayted to the wille o the KeeMahster. And within thayre unmadgikal homes and hummdrumme townes, the Roodimentuls doth sleep eezee, and doth duck and kower no more, for the beeste hath been vankwished. Yet sleep yee not too well, for the returne o the Kymeera will heralde a tyme o grayte destrukshin and terribill sorrow, and agayne the Gaytekeeper shall be kawlled upon as sheeld and protektor o this mortill worlde

Lux tapped a forefinger thoughtfully against his pursed lips, turning back to the scroll. Could this be the scourge threatened in the prophecy? The Chimera's return? He scanned the text once more and pieces suddenly began to fall into place.

Of course! Red stars descending the mountain slopes A fiery mane How could I have missed it!


Of course! Red stars descending the mountain slopes A fiery mane How could I have missed it!

There had been whispers of stirring discontent at the Temple of the Falling Stars. The prophecy seemed to point to impending bloodshed tied to the Chimeras return. The old scholar grabbed a sheet of parchment to write a warning to his old friend Isaac, the head cleric at the Temple. He touched quill to parchment, but was startled as Lunor swooped past him with an alarmed caw. Lux grumbled over the stained parchment, shoved back his chair and moved over to join the crow at the window to see what had so ruffled his familiar's feathers.

Looking out over the landscape, the wizened scholar sputtered, white knuckles gripping the stone sill.

*The scoundrel dares show his face here again?*

Well face was perhaps a bit generous. The smooth, naked skull of the Pyromancer was certainly eye-catching, even when not surrounded by a halo of flames.
The wizard was making his way through the lower passes. It appeared he came alone, save for his amphibious familiar.
Theodus never was very good at making friends, muttered Lux, glowering fiercely out of the window, as though he could vanquish the Pyromancer by sheer force of will. Alas, his powers did not extend to compulsion. His talents lay elsewhere. Which was probably why Theodus was crawling back here after all these years.

Well, after all he had done, the Pyromancer better have a good reason for returning. Nevertheless, Lux  resolved to show his former apprentice how to be the bigger man. He absent-mindedly withdrew his Isaacs Apple from his pocket and polished it on his green cloak, enjoying the sensation of the stored knowledge vibrating on the surface of his palm as he turned away from the window.


Lunor eyed the approaching figure with the detached disdain typical of his kind. The crow swivelled his head to watch Lux disappear down the spiral staircase, hopped out of the towers window and spread his wings, flapping towards the ground far below to find a good spot from which to watch the wizards reunion.

# Chapter 2: An uneasy peace
Forget that, Lux! spat the Pyromancer. This threat transcends worldly quarrels!

Lux arched an eyebrow. Even though you are no longer my apprentice, you will still address me as Scrollmaster Lux.
Despite his promise to himself, Lux had not been able to resist this jibe at his former pupil. Now, he stood arms folded in front of the entrance to the tower, where the heavy wooden door stood ajar allowing light to filter into the dark recesses beyond the threshold. Lux watched the younger wizard silently from under bushy white eyebrows, allowing him to carry on.
The Runiverse needs your knowledge; even I would not dare to deny that you are the greatest scholar of our age. Once we are done, we can see our dispute through to its conclusion, if that is what you wish. But  let us not argue over spilled potion while it burns through our floorboards! Strooth and runes old man, if I am right, the Sacred Flames are transforming wizards into agents of the Void!

Lux let him come to the end of his tirade, then cleared his throat. You make a compelling argument, Theodus. As it happens, my research has touched upon this subject. Come, join me in my study. We have a long night ahead of us.


Stepping aside, Lux motioned for him to enter the rookery tower. The Pyromancer hesitated, then strode purposefully forward. He stopped abreast of the older man, however, and muttered darkly, You are correct, I am no longer your apprentice; the man Theodus is no more. My name is Pyromancer Burnside of the Wood. Call me by my name, and I will do the same, Scrollmaster Lux.
Lux inclined his head in a slightly exaggerated parody of deference, then followed Burnside as he stalked up the spiralling stone staircase of the tower.
Chapter 3: Picking up the scent

Lux looked up as Burnside called over to him, waving a piece of parchment excitedly in the air. They had been studying all manner of written sources for the best part of a week now, uncovering slivers of information here and there, but this time his former pupil seemed to be onto something big.
Lux stretched his spine, hearing the bones clicking as they realigned, then shuffled over to the desk where Burnside had several different letters and reports laid out in front of him.

Look, theres a Necromancer using the energy flux in the Quantum Shadow to turn forces in his favour. I have not been able to corroborate all my sources with certitude, but it seems that this Voidoth is a former student at Bluemongers Academy of Science and Wizardry, under the tutelage of Scryer Apollo of the Villa. It is written in these reports from the academic archives that he was a troublesome student who harboured grand designs, dreaming of becoming the youngest wizard to ascend to the Council.


You see? I was correct after all! The idea that the Sacred Flames automatically grant great powers is a myth. Burnside paused as he rifled through some papers, pulling out a well-creased map and spreading it over the other papers. Look here, there is a Secret Tower somewhere inland from The Salt, between here and the Weird House, bordered on all sides by unscalable peaks and sheer cliff faces. This is where wizards have been using the Flames According to the writings of a Shaman Celah, Voidoth is manipulating wizards to seek power in the Flames, but he knows that it is far more likely that a Flame will harvest the soul of its victim. The Shaman believes Voidoth has ideas of revenge against the Bastion Scrollmaster, he is using the Sacred Flames to accumulate an army of transmuted souls in the Void!

Lux nodded thoughtfully for a moment before replying. I have not heard of this Shaman Celah, but I do know someone who might be able to track him down. They should be able to help us if I am able to contact them. Necromancer Zeromus of Elysium has an intimate relationship with the Void, but they are not enamoured by other wizards and they have always proved elusive in the past. Come, there is not a moment to waste. The Elysian Sages may give us a clue of where to start looking for Zeromus.

## Story Arc Index:
Prologue: @soul7186

Part 1: @wizard314

Part 2: @wizard2398

Part 3: @wizard134

Part 4: @wizard3920

Part 5: @wizard7935

Epilogue: @wizard291


Rhapsody the Rude

Twas a lovely day in the fields of Elysium, where Rhapsody spent most of her days prancing and snacking on grass bites.

In another life, Rhapsody might have been a bold blue wizard or a gorgeous green swamp witch, but in this life, she was a horse, and that's just how she liked it.

While she spent her days lazing away in the meadows, the world she left behind still waited for her to one day step forth and resume her journey.

Little did the world know, Rhapsody had no intention on leaving this beautiful heaven! All she could eat, all she could sleep, no predators...what more could there be to life?

And so this would be for sweet Rhapsody. Day in and day out, for countless days and nights. No conflict, no stress...

Yet something seemed to be missing in all of this. A best friend, some deeper meaning...Rhapsody really couldn't put a hoof on it, but she knew some was missing.

Once she had this revelation, her care-free lifestyle seemed to slip from her grasp. She became focused on finding that missing element.

She changed her diet from normal apples to granny apples. No dice. After that, she tried changing her morning walk routine.

Instead of going left at the forked tree where the cute swamp witch writes her poetry, she went right. This was actually a terrible mistake, as Rhapsody ended up very lost and annoyed.

Now, it's the Elysium Fields, so they would always take her right where she needed to be, if she'd let them do just that!

After struggling to find her way, she plops down against a small blueberry bush and decides to take a nap (after having a wee snack of course). While she was sleeping, her surroundings shifted and changed.


Eventually, she'd wake up, no longer snuggled next to an empty blueberry bush, but somewhere deep in the fields. A place she'd never even thought to travel to, but somehow instinctively knew exactly where she was.

This is where the rest of the ponies lived, and spent their time. She was unique for most ponies only go off on their own when they're ready to be picked by a wizard! Rhapsody had decided to wander off and do her own thing, because quite frankly, that's just who she was.

After returning home, it was only a matter of moments before her friends and family set eyes on her once more.

The next few weeks were a blur, but eventually Rhapsody got used to the hustle and bustle of the group, and realized that this is what she was missing the whole time. The love and support of the family she had long since forgotten about.


Paranormal Phantasm Rita of the Fuliginous Fog

Rita always had bad luck... she was a living emobodimeent of Alanis Morrisete song "Ironic", she was like 10 thousand spoons when all you needed was a knife.

She set out to become the most powerful witch in the Runiverse - what she became was powerful in all the wrong ways.  Her powerful ember frog is constantly being put out by her thunder and rain superpower.  Because she is a ghost of the fog, nobody can ever see her.  So the most that Rita can do is show up in the fog and create a wet and thunderous approach.  Not exactly the stuff of legend.

It is unclear if she will ever figure out to how to put her powers together.

For now the ember frog is the key.  It is said that all in possession of an ember frog shall be united, and when together, the power of all of Hades shall rest in their hands.


Vidal Chaos Agent of Worlds

# The Founding Patron of the Pantheon

In honor of @wizard2595, great incinerator of might, who spared Vidal's life and gave him the chance to prove his worth to the Runiverse.

>## The only warrior that shines is the one who burns. Shall that fire not radiate from within, then my flame will set you ablaze.

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


Conjurer Sondra of Alfheim

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Born of a wealthy family, Sondra was orphaned at a young age. Her anger was poorly channeled and nobody was left to reign in her entitlement which quickly spawned into greed and a thirst for power.

Conjuring magical items to befuddle and confuse her targets, Sondra favors the beauty of the Eternal Rose and it's hidden thorns.

Maneuvering through the ranks of wealthy Alfheim society, Sondra often appears in scandalous outfits and flamboyant jewelry - many of which are conjured illusions. She uses her stunning beauty as a tool for manipulation and intimidation (but secretly to detract from the runic birthmark on her face).

**Cockatrice**

Deftly navigating air and sea, Sondra's familiar is an adept spy.


Arcanist Angus of the Tundra

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


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


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


Bambam Wrecker of the Road

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Arch-Magician Gully of the Cosmos

# The Lore of Arch-Magician Gully of the Cosmos

When they see a Kobold, the first thing that comes to mind is a brutish creature defacing a sign at a crossroad. They might be roughly correct, in aggregate.

But Gully breaks the mold. Gully is a cosmically inclined kobold, and can prove it:

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


Phoenix Piercer of Muscle Mountain

# Phoenix Piercer

_Muscle Mountain_

**Some time during the Fall of Zanzik**

A simple sip of water. That's all he needed. Whenever there was an... *obstacle*, it helped him to pause and gather respite with a sip of water. This was no exception. Four dead in the room, countless in his wake. Yet more to come. He hoped he would not be among them. A cut on his arm runs blood through his fur, the red and orange and black painting him.

He reached for his waterskin; one sip left. Better make it count. The sword is heavy, the armor is heavy, the shield is heavy. That was the way though. That was how they survived. Muscle Mountain was named that for a reason. He lifts himself and places the weight on a tired body. Tired, but not spent.

A sip, the last sip from the skin. He tosses it aside. A drop left on his whiskers falls to the floor. He rushes. Sword not quite as heavy as it was a moment ago.

**The Wild Bunch**

@wizard229

@warrior634

@warrior9739


Clubber of the Apocalypse

# Clubber of the Apocalypse

Mead halls across the realm know that when the Clubber of the Apocalypse stops by their establishment tables, chairs, windows and bones will be broken. While it may not appear that the Clubber has a weapon, the entire bar holds its breath when he tells a person in his crew to "Hold my beer." At this time, he's either doing his patented double backflip from a barstool (to a roar of approval from the drunk patrons) or he's bashing skulls together. But it's hard to say which way the Clubber will go...

A wise wizard or warrior doesn't stick around when the Clubber of the Apocalypse utters those words.


Devon Slicer of Light

Devon Slicer of Light full of might. Slices and dices like a mf. Her sword is sharp, her shield is sturdy, her companion is a wild one. SHE ONLY GOT ONE EYE, might slice you by mistake. Best keep yo distance ANON.


Gage Conqueror of the Sea

# The Song of Gage, Conqueror of the Sea

Just sit right down
And I'll tell a tale
Of the Conqueror named Gage.
He's gone around the whole wide world
From a very, very young age. (A very, very young age.)

When he was eight
He went up North
And heard the siren's song.
Gage plugged his ears and didn't hear
While the crew sang along. (The crew sang along.)

When he was ten
He sailed to the East
And there the sharks did swim.
A sailor fell right over the rail,
Gage saved him and jumped on in. (Gage jumped right on in.)

When he was twelve
He sailed down South
With a ship of pirates there.
He stole their gold and sailed back home,
Without a worry or care. (Gage had not a care.)

And now grown up
Gage travels West
He's the Cap'n of his ship.
He sails the world and conquers lands,
A Gobl'n Axe at his hip. (An axe at his hip.)


Glub Basher of Wizards

# Glub Basher of Wizards

Glub was a likable and lowkey goblin. He enjoyed hanging with friends, brewing his own kombucha, and telling stories over the campfire. Most everyone in Goblin Town thought he was the kind of goblin you'd want coaching your daughter's softclub team.

Unbeknownst to his friends and family, however, he harbored a dark secret. He was a wizard basher!

Oh sure, he'd occasionally make wizard jokes, mostly behind their back. Folks took these remarks as off-putting jokes or made excuses for him saying he was the product of a different goblin generation. The truth, though, was more sinister.

Ever since one of those hotshot sorcerers from the Purple Wizard Pavilion stole his girl, Fredrica, he resented wizards and everything they stood for. Who did they think they were turning people into toads and levitating objects!

One day he'd win Fredrica back. Until then, however, Glub had picked up a new hobby, it was wizard bashing season!


Magus Tumbaj of the Mount

# The Mystery of Magus Tumbaj of the Mount

Enigmatic by nature.


Alchemist Zane of the Plains

Unknown Diary Extract : More strangeness on the plains

I spotted a large, slow-moving caravan out on the plains. It seemed to be moving along no established route yet no obstacles were in its way. Nevertheless, as I approached, I heard the clinking of glasses. The caravan was being pulled by two elderly looking ponies and an even older albeit sprightly looking wizard !

They did not seem threatening, so I rode over to get a better look. The caravan was ornately decorated with wood carvings and strange runic symbols. A purple-hued mist was emanating from the gap beneath the side door. I shouted "What have you got in there ?" to the wizard, who had seemingly not even acknowledged my presence.

"It's my laboratory, oh no! my potions !" - The old wizard leapt towards that door like a gazelle ! He flung the door open and a purple miasma erupted outwards.

Whilst I choked on the caustic fumes, the wizard strode in. I heard a bottle crack underfoot and then,  "Those blasted ponies look what they've done!" , he called him '@pony70' ? What a joke! That's the last time I'm buying ponies from a Kobold! I'm going to have to make all these potions again".


Channel 1 Poltergeist Victoria of the Soft Glitch

The poltergeist all serve the Lord of the Ghost, Toru. Even Victoria's flame burns purple in honor of the Great @Toru.  Victoria's main role is as a guide to the new souls formed - she shows them how the Runiverse works as a soul, and with the purple flame burning bright, each soul must choose their destiny.  Shall they join Toru and his quest, or will the soul choose to join the @Zombieking and the Corporation. Victoria shall only lead you down the Hall of Choices, it will be up to you to find your way to the right Choice.   Choose poorly and the snake shall steal your soul, you must choose the home that fits you, not the one you want.  Happy choosing.


Xerxes Apocalypse of Liches

Bitten by a Kimodo dragon, Xerxes was once a prince. A spoiled prince who longed for something more. in the tradition of Siddhartha, the prince Xerxes gave up all of his possessions to find his true self. After years of ascetic living, sitting under a tree a great vision came. The vision told him to swim the river to the place where the dragons roam. When Xerxes got there he was surrounded by Kimodo dragons and fought 10 at a time valiantly, until he was consumed... out of his body a new body formed, that of part Xerxes part dragon, and his path was revealed.

To battle all that is evil, to slay the undead souls, the Lich souls condemning the Runiverse


Gangrenous Zombie Larissa of the Pile

S I N E P

those who don't honor the code of the Runiverse, are condemned to be ordinary souls forever... Larissa, who was a co-conspirator with McWizzie has paid the price for trivial pursuit of life. She forever is branded with PENIS and shall be an ordinary soul a foot souldier, with no purpose and many masters.  only the union of @mcwizzie's soul and her will free her from the penis penance


Paranormal Phantasm Sisk of the Fatal Forever

Sisk, the keeper of dragon.  Once an ordinary wizard, the flame borne unto us a dragon from the eternal pyre.

What shall the dragon's role be? What role does an undead dragon play? The clues may just lie in the lore of Viserion.

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/tv/0/ice-dragon-viserion-game-thrones-night-king-white-walker-weapon/


Enchanter Iprix of the Keep

# Enchanter Iprix of the Keep

For the wise Iprix, enchantment is a family tradition. His great-great-grandfather was one of the original founders of the Keep.

The Phoenix Feather that Iprix always carries with him is a gift passed on through generations. It is inscribed with the words:

> Death is Lighter than a Feather, duty heavier than a mountain

A constant reminder to never choose the easy way out.


Hedge Wizard Ofaris of the Mist

# Reflection: Beasts (Season 1)

##### _Ofaris takes a long inhale through the pipe. He stops at the peak of his breath and pauses, then releases a bellow of swirling opaque smoke that slowly clears and reveals the wizard deep in thought._

##### So.. the gates have finally opened have they... well at least the Runiverse has had time to prepare. We knew this day would come. 21 locks, 42 wizards, 7 beasts, and a whole lot of spawn.

##### What I still wonder about is why wizards would want to unlock the gates to begin with? Greed, power, curiosity maybe. Wizards simply cant help themselves can they.

##### But as they say, what is done is done. No sense in worrying about what cant be changed. Whatever the reason, it was what needed to happen.

##### These beasts.. some of the most respected creatures to roam the land. It isnt a question that they will make themselves known. How they will though, that is certainly something Ill be interested to find out.

##### _Ofaris, dwelling on the possibilities, inhales his thoughts and lets them percolate through his mind. His exhale is slow and steady, creating an upside-down waterfall that runs through his mustache and up his face, almost as if his pondering is washing over him._

##### 7 rich stories have arrived at our doorstep... I wonder what tales will be told of this very moment. The day our stories became one. Endings really do just lead to new beginnings, dont they Chester.

##### _Ofaris looks to his companion for confirmation._

##### Something Im sure you know all too well.


##### Something Im sure you know all too well.

##### Honestly though I am intrigued. We have known peace for quite a long time. Wizards have been free to explore the Runiverse with no fear of consequences. Now we cannot be so casual. How wizards will adapt to this new reality will likely be a fantastic illustration why they are in fact a wizard. They will get to know themselves better than before. The never ending story will be gifted a host of new characters, although it might lose some as well...

##### There we go with endings and beginnings again!

##### _Ofaris smirks. He shakes his head._

##### I just cant help but enjoy the irony that hides in plain sight. You could promise that youre the farthest away from something until you notice youre standing right next to it. All jokes aside Im really hoping I dont find myself near that Chimera. Or any of the beasts for that matter.

##### _Ofaris shudders at the thought._

##### That would not be any fun. Although I hear the Seven-Tailed Kitsune can have her good days. And Id probably bet we havent met our last beast. What a time to be alive.

##### _Ofaris looks back over at his companion._

##### Chester..

##### _Ofaris brings the pipe up to his mouth again. The bowl emanates a strong glow as he takes another puff. He begins speaking as he breathes out._

##### ... what do you think?

##### _Chester looks at Ofaris, and then off into the distance. He cocks his head, seeming to see much more than the darkness should allow._

##### CAWW!

##### _Ofaris, in the middle of another toke, is caught off guard and gives a slight cough at Chesters response._

##### You know... I didnt even think of that.


Witch Sylvia of the Heath

# The tragic tale of Rose Vamp Sylvia, who was burned at the stake
#

Sylvia the bloodsuckerthats what warriors called her. Warrior children stayed up all night watching the doors and windows after being told about Sylvia and her ferocious ladybug that would devour warrior intestines.

_Have you ever seen a ladybug? They are harmless, dazzling creatures who share their kind wisdom with pure-hearted wizards._

# Warriors vs Order of the Eternal Rose
#
Warriors have always feared vampyres like Sylvia and her green-blue skin. Even worst, Sylvia was also a member of the Order of the Eternal Rose, which is why warriors wanted to burn her at the stake. Many warriors grow up being told not to look a vampyre in the eye, and separately, to pray for their life if are unlucky enough to encounter an Eternal Rose.

Everyone has heard the tale of Eternal Rose charmers lulling their enemies into false senses of security with rose magic, and then slitting their throats.

_Are these tales true? Or are they mutated stories passed down from a neurotic generation of warriors to the next? Warriors are of course, a god-fearing, silly folk who ask for forgiveness before they enjoy a delicious-looking meal. I'll let you you be the judge. But we know for sure that a true member of the Eternal Rose order would not have to resort to trickery to defeat a warrior._

Rose holders are usually accompanied by magnificent beasts: ember frogs that could melt you with flaming acid shots, owls that could rip you to shreds with razor sharp talons, and of course the Legendary Cockatrice, that legendary she beast that was part cockatrice, part lizard, and completely terrifying. The tale goes that Eternal Rose members were sworn upon entry into the order to protect the cockatrices eggs with their lives, and in exchange would win the thanks and loyalty of the legendary egg mother.


God-fearing warriors for generations have tried to resist the "advancement" of the cockatrices imaginary army by stealing its eggs, which is how they often came into conflict with Rose knights.

# Present Day
#
Forty days ago, poor Sylvia accidentally let her Eternal Rose display in public at a tavern, and for the next forty nights she was on the run. On the 41st night they caught her and her  ferocious man-eating ladybug.

It was of course a challenge to bring down a spellcaster as powerful as Sylvia, but with enough desperate warriors her luck had run out. Usually Sylvia traveled with her sister @wizard4409, the only other Vamp to leave the Vampyre Mist to seek entry into the Order of the Eternal Rose.

Originally, Sylvia and Lucinda wanted to develop their magical abilities and gain power. Training together daily, they were inseparable. Eventually, they took pride not in their burgeoning strength, but in their ability to protect a sacred breeding ground from narrow-minded thieves. It is unfortunate that Sylvia was caught by her enemies during a rare time where she was apart from Lucinda.

The warriors tied her to a stake with iron chains and surrounded her with bushels of hay that gave her no opportunity to escape the flame. As they set fire to the hay, they feasted and drank, celebrating the apparent end to their nightmares. It was a glorious night for the warriors.

Sylvia felt mostly confusion and sadness that she could not explain to her captors that she was not a killer and her ladybug familiar was pure-hearted. Ultimately, Sylvia wept not for the passing of her life but for her sister's innocence. Sylvia hoped that Lucinda would not commit her unadulterated life force to a mission of vengeance.

Sylvia's death left Lucinda as the sole remaining Vampyre who knew the truth of the Order of the Eternal Rose.


Ice Mage Zelroth of the Berg

## Logbook

CROWFOOT PASS

- Distance: 15 KM return
- Time: 6-7 hrs
- Height gain: 750 M
- Max elevation: 3267 M
- Grade: Intermediate

The trip to Crowfoot Pass is one of the finest in the Northern region. It usually has lots of snow, the views are great and the travel across meadows and through open forest is excellent. Highly recommended.

Hazards:
There is some avalanche danger skiing up the drainage towards the pass and a fatality has occurred here. Although the hillsides are small they are sufficiently large to be deadly.

Directions:
Make your way to the crowfoot glacier view point 32 km up the main road from the junction at the entrance of the North

From there head straight over the snowbank and down a short steep hill to the trees below. Cross the flats traveling south-east down the valley, then ski through a narrowing of the meadow and out into a second open area. The view of the surrounding peaks is outstanding.

Continue until the flats pinch off and the river begins. Put on your skins there and head straight up the creek. The traveling is easy and the angle is reasonable. Good snow cover is necessary so it is best to do this trip later in the season. The creek gains about 100m upward and approaches the cliff looming above through the trees. Keep following the creek.

At one point the creek levels out for a short distance, there is a nice outcrop of quartize to sit on at the pass and there are outstanding views down the Valley and Mount Temple. The sun stays long into the afternoon. The return journey can be fun and there is excellent terrain to make turns.

## DAY 1

- Wx forecast:


## DAY 1

- Wx forecast:

Precip NIL,  -3 C to 3.3 C, Light wind (20km/h South), 50% cloud cover, Freezing level 1300M

- Snowpack Concerns:

Warming up on S aspect, snow transport in Alpine, Recent persistent layer down 100/150 cm

- Avalanche concerns:

Wind Slab concern size 1-2 possible to likely

- Danger rating:

Alpine M | Treeline M | Below Treeline L

- Confidence rating:

Alpine M | Treeline M | Below Treeline M

- Avalanche observation:

Size 1 on S aspect, point release

- Field Weather:

5797 FT , nil precip, calm wind, 0.3 C, HS 205

- snowpack observation:

CTH 26 down 11 (B), CTH 28 down 36 (RP), CTM 15 down 19 (B), CTM 26 down 19 (B)

## DAY 2

- Wx forecast:

SE Ridge Wind 50-80 km/h, 15-25 cm new snow, freezing levels 1900M, -5 C, Front coming in

- Snowpack Concerns:

Suncrust on solar aspect, new snow and snow transport, wind slab on lee aspect(NW) in alpine, stellar layer down 15 cm CTE7 NE, week layer down 96 cm

- Avalanche concerns:

Wind slab from windloading NW aspect, loose wet

- Danger rating:

Alpine C | Treeline C | Below Treeline M

- Confidence rating:

Alpine M | Treeline M | Below Treeline G

## DAY 3
- Wx forecast:


## DAY 3
- Wx forecast:

Flurries ending in morning, freezing level 1300M, -1 C, wind 50/60 km/h reducing in afternoon, trace of accumulation

- Snowpack Concerns:

M to S wind causing snow transport on Lee aspect and cross loading W-NW, 30cm new snow. CTM 11 down 65 | CTH 28 down 75

- Avalanche concerns:

Storm slab on all aspect at treeline and Alpine, possile sz 1-2 wind slab on N-NW aspect in Alpine. Possible to likely sz 1-2

- Danger rating:

Alpine C | Treeline C | Below Treeline C

- Confidence rating:

Alpine M | Treeline M | Below Treeline M

- Avalanche observation:

Size 1 on S aspect, point release

- Field Weather:

6057 FT , 5 cm new snow,  Light wind, -2 C, HS 220

## TRIP PHOTO


Guy Conqueror of Goblins

From between the many moss-covered boughs a warm light flickered and the crackle of kindling sounded out sharply against the softer forest sounds. The Warrior shouldered his armored form through the thick foliage and called out a greeting to the maker of the fire. A thin voice came back in reply inviting the Warrior to share the warmth of the fire. Emerging from the forest and into a small clearing lit by firelight the Warrior beheld a slender young man in the dark robes of a scholar standing in front of a stout grey pack mule.

*Please sit and rest with us The Scholar said by way of a greeting while motioning to a place beside the fire*."

*You have my thanks. It is a weary night*. The Warrior replied as he sat himself down.

The two men sat and talked and as the flames dimmed the young scholar would rise now and then and add more kindling to the fire. After some time the Warriors eyes strayed to the Scholars pack mule who was methodically ripping up clumps of grass to chew slowly as it stood on the edge of the firelight. Strapped to the mules side was what appeared to be a large sword, the hilt protruding from the wrappings was of a deep polished gold and fresh leather tightly bound the blades grip.

The Warriors gaze passed from the lengthy blade to the Scholar and then back to the blade again.

*Can you wield that blade*?

*Oh indeed not! I am simply charged with bearing this relic to our monastery in the East for further research*.

The Warriors puzzled expression impelled the Scholar to continue.

*You see, our sect is dedicated to the custodianship and study of the elder blades. Weaponry of the older ages whose forging methods are now lost to us. Upon my return I will have the honor of writing a sizeable treatise on this blades history and provenance*.


*Hah! So you sit in your halls and write pretty stories about these weapons and their deeds? There is a saying of my people **The blade finds the hand**. Swords must find use, they must drink, otherwise their edge, their keenness, and their very soul will dull*.

With a quick movement the Warrior drew his sword from its sheath and held it towards the fire. The blade glimmered softly in the firelight revealing a landscape of dents and notches along its length.

*Perhaps you should write a history on this blade, Scholar. It has seen the inside of many a fell creature*

The Scholar stared incomprehensibly for a moment at the Warrior and his tarnished sword before launching into a further, much more comprehensive account of his orders history and responsibility to the ancient relics they held. With a quiet grunt, the Warrior re-sheathed his weapon and sat silently as both the stars and the weighty words of the Scholar spun above his head.

The Warrior awoke in the morning to the chuffing and snorting of the pack mule as the Scholar laid out its oats in a rough wooden bowl. A last trail of thin smoke was rising from the dark coals of the campfire as the Scholar made ready to depart.

*Our path lies east through the dell. You are welcome to join us if the direction suits you*?

*It does for now. I will travel with you part of the way*


*It does for now. I will travel with you part of the way*

As they followed the forested paths the day wore on with the Scholar at no loss for explaining in great detail the various specimens of tree and birdlife they encountered. Every now and then the Warrior would tear a tuft of grass and offer it to the mule as they walked, sharing what seemed to him a look of quiet exasperation. The sun was slowly dipping amongst the treetops as they approached a small bend in the tree wrapped path.  As they rounded the bend the warrior grasped the Scholar by the shoulder and shoved him back against the mules flank.

*Be on your guard, Scholar*!

Just as the words had left his mouth a number of small goblin-like creatures crashed through the upper branches ahead of them and reaching the path began to advance, snickering and drawing their small curved blades. The Warrior strode forth drawing his sword and beckoning to the snarling creatures. The fray was a chaotic blur as the Warrior spun and swept at the many creatures that leapt and dived towards him, his sword rang out against their wicked knives and twice it bit deeply into the pallid flesh of his attackers. Upon hearing a guttural scream the Warrior spun to see three of the creatures upon the mule's back, hacking with their blades as the beast fell upon its side, lifeless. Of the Scholar the Warrior could see no trace.


Three of the goblin kin lay dead at the Warriors feet as he stood breathing heavily in the deepening dusk. The remaining creatures seemed to give back a few paces and the Warrior eyed them each, in turn, awaiting their assault, when at that moment a thundering howl filled the small clearing and a huge grey-skinned beast broke through the tree line and lumbered toward the Warrior brandishing a towering stone club. Raising his sword to meet the beast's vicious swing the Warrior was hurled backward as his sword shattered under the might of the blow. A chorus of mocking howls rung out as the beast stamped its heavy feet and snorted with contempt.

Rolling over the Warrior found himself atop the maimed corpse of the pack mule, hearing the jeers and snorts of the creatures behind him he began to rise shakily, grabbing at the pack mules strappings to steady himself his hand came to rest upon the glimmering hilt of the great sword that lay, still strapped to the pack mules side. With a grunt the Warrior pulled the mighty sword free of its bindings and regaining his feet turned slowly to face the snarling creatures arrayed before him.

The Scholar lay just off the edge of the path, his hand grasping at a deep gash across his chest from which he felt a liquid warmth pooling and spilling away. A terrible roar had roused him and with a last effort rolled to his side to gain a vantage of the clearing. In his quickly dimming vision, he beheld a radiant brand that swept through the encroaching darkness and danced to the harried beast-like cries that fled further and further from hearing to a silence deep and final.

**


**

The great sword stood upright in the soft earth, its blade slaked in dark blood and softly steaming in the crisp morning air. Standing above the freshly turned earth the Warrior, with a slight sigh of pity, placed a final stone atop the small cairn he had erected there to mark the Scholars grave. He then slung the large blade across his back and walked from the clearing and out onto the further forested paths. Turning back only once to look upon that site of battle and death, he addressed the young Scholar a final time.

*It found my hand*.


Illusionist Iprix of the Bibliotheca

# The Lore of Illusionist Iprix of the Bibliotheca

## Revelation
Iprix was shaking. No matter how hard he tried erasing from his mind what he just witnessed it was impossible. He had to warn everyone back in _Red Wizard Capital_; although he knew no one would believe him.

"This is not real, this can't be real" he kept repeating to himself. Iprix took a pause to gasp for some air and looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was following him. He had been running non-stop for hours now. The cool breeze and rocky smell from _BattleMage Mountains_ were like a breath of fresh life. _Yellow Wizard Haven_ was not far now.

Illusionist Iprix of the Bibliotheca was born in _Red Wizard Capital_ where he lived all his live until about 5 years ago when he moved to _Yellow Wizard Haven_. His dad wanted him to inherit the family business but he wanted none of it. He heard of _Chronomancer's Riviera_ from a friend and how everyone just wanted to have a good time and enjoy life there. He never really understood why everyone in the _Capital_ was so obsessed with wealth and power.

He looked back again and was still able to see Goblin Town from afar. "The world is not ready for this..." he said out loud, knowing there was no one around. And just as he was mouthing the words he heard a loud noise.

"BADABAAAM"

A bright white light engulfed him completely, feeling a warm and tingly sensation pulsing through his body.