Lore & Role-Playing Guide

The woodelf Deboragette is reknowned for her skill with the bow. In ten seconds, she can put four arrows in an apple on the head of a orc from a hundred paces. The other eight arrows go in the orc. But her retinue are quite rowdy.

The legendary human ranger Greensong is rumoured to have spent twenty years living in a lost woodelf village. It is said he has a halfelf son and daughter but never speaks of them, because they're vegan.

This dark elf may have caused more pain and suffering than any other, ever.

Almost certainly in the service of Lord Sarrson.

Baryon can tell a tale or two. Or twenty. The last surviving member of Mudin's Hammer, this Dwarf will keep you entertained for days if you keep the lager flowing.

A High Elf sorceress with a reputation for cruelty inflicted through illusion and mind-control. Her prowess in using compulsion is unparalleled.

Mugg fought for the humans in the battle of Strena Doh. When they refused payment afterwards he accepted this meekly and left. Everyone was so astonished that Mugg later was gifted with a title and lands in the south.

The vampire general Lucciniaro is possibly the only of his kind to ever mutiny against a commander. Stories vary, but something was powerful enough to return him to the light. He now lives off goats blood and teaches magic in an orphanage.

Informally called Lion, this Centaur is a champion of his race. The leader of countless raids, he is fast and skilled with both bow and spear.

Specialising in Minotaur fine desserts since the eruption of Mount Corrsan. Nobody knows how he gets the gorubulem to inflate and still stay cold. Truly a master chef.

Once a brilliant accountant, Maelis was caught in a friendly spell that shattered her mind. Now she wanders the kingdom as a cautionary tale, yet somehow still teaches magic to those patient enough to listen.

A dwarf champion famous for his one-handed axe work. He is also learning to create living walls of stone from pure willpower instead of mana. The defence of the city of Ravenreach would have gone very poorly without him.

An elderly gnomish scholar who has studied all six schools of magic for over a century. Her treatises on Enchantment form the foundation of modern magical education.

A warlock who bargained with death itself. He can cast his dark rituals without consequence, as if death itself will not touch him. Peasants fear his very shadow.

A ranger of the High Elves who mastered Summon Animals through mystical communion with nature. Her bond with the beasts is said to be unbreakable and eternal.

A human noble obsessed with curse magic and Possessed Weapons. He weaponized equipment itself, and his castle is said to still be cursed.

A half-orc sorceress who commands winter as if it were her servant. Towns become icy tombs and armies become frozen statues in her wake.

An ancient fire elemental bound into humanoid form, Pyrios will burn until the end of days. When not commissioned for war, it resides within an active volcano.

A priest dedicated to life and healing. He successfully combined several magics which effectively created eternal population growth. This was good, until too many began to rely on it.

Quoted at the Battle of Three Rivers, and as “Livayne the Eternal” in Resurrection. Once wore the Healer’s Aegis.

Specialising in Amnesia, this dark elf magician sells his services to those who wish to avoid repercussions. He demands however, payment in Leprechaun skins.

Her voice is said to be so enchanting that listeners willingly leave their kingdoms. Their hearts are forever locked to hers, and they spurn the attention of all others.

(The Siren’s Call quote credits “Oriel Songmaster”.)

An orc warlord who rides Frenzied beasts into battle and survives wounds that should have killed him thrice over. His only law is attack, always attack.

The half-elf mystic who specialized in translocation and spell stealing, robbing enemy mages of their magic and reappearing behind their lines. Countless kingdoms have hired her as a mercenary.

(Teleport credits “Lyria of the Silver Threads”.)

A mysterious figure cloaked always in black, who can melt the resolve of a land's defenders. Soldiers flee at the mere whisper of his approach, their courage shattered before battle begins.

An archlich who discovered how to combine the powers of life and death, becoming effectively immortal. After twenty lifetimes, he now slumbers in a tower, and none dare disturb him lest he take their power.

The Lich’s Phylactery may hold a fragment of his soul.

A human sea captain whose understanding of Storm and Rain allowed him to control weather across oceans. His trade routes were never delayed, not even by tempest.

A priestess of the Life realm who achieved the rare feat of mastering death without falling to darkness. She alone has proven that light can destroy as surely as shadow.

Quoted warning King Brogrim of the Tempest.

This ancient kingdom was destroyed ages past, but the myth remains that some of the most passionate musicians lived here. Resting among the fallen stones is said to provide melodious inspiration.

Hugely impressive, the stark tower of natural stone bursts above the skyline. In the dying light of day's end the red rock appears as flowing blood. Giant, winged terrors roost on it's cliffs.

Who made the Crystal Palace? No one is sure. Corridors are high enough to fit Trolls, but many rooms would barely fit Halflings. Some scholars contend it was a research post for many races. Other imagine it is a home of beings made from light. Whatever its origin or purpose, none dispute it is a bastian of hope and life. Sadly, it is incredibly fragile.

Excellent fishing. A myth about a sunken shrine. No lizardmen. What's not to love about this lake.

Stretching over five hundred hands into the sky at a steep angle, the twisted bronze spire dominates the surrounding stony plain. It is frequently struck by lightning, sending out corrupting pulse waves.

First built by Orc Chief Thrukxz, this battle arena has been wildly popular for over ten generations. Fortune, glory, life - these things change hands daily.

It's tiny and of no obvious strategic value, but anyone that ventures nearby gets pelted with noxious cynaberries hurled from hidden gnomish mechanisms.

Built into the side of a cliff, guarded by a river and inside a jungle - this school is hard to find. But the collaboration of gnolls and trolls who run it offer an excellent course in mercenary business building.

Even the vilest Sprite mage in recorded history, believed to have experimented on over ten thousand souls, could not stave off death and was entombed by his loyal followers.

Built by the High Elves in ages past, this underwater temple is said to be where Divine Prayer was first codified. The ghostly hymns sung within can still be heard on quiet nights on the lake.

An impenetrable stronghold where innumerable sieges have failed. Its walls are inscribed with runes that push fear info the minds of those who face them.

A natural rock formation resembling a massive serpent, spiraling up from the desert. Local legends claim it marks the spot where the Quivering Death spell was invented.

Once a lush meadow, now a blackened expanse where nothing grows. It is believed the first meteor strikes were tested here during the Age of Fire. The ground remains unnaturally hot to the touch.

Three towering stone formations that amplify sound in mysterious ways. Scholars visit to study acoustics, but locals whisper the spires can hear thoughts.

A forest of bleached trees, their branches pale and twisted. Where the ancient sorcerer Kohr practiced the first raising of ghouls, creating undead guardians that still patrol the perimeter.

A mountain peak named after the hero who first codified valor. On clear mornings, an optical illusion creates the appearance of armored warriors standing watch over the valleys below.

Perfectly still waters that reflect the sky with impossible clarity. Sages believe it is a natural Scrying focus, and many come here seeking visions of distant kingdoms.

This immense crater remains a howling vortex of winds and crackling energy, untouched by time. Should the eternal storm breach the crater walls, the entire world would be at risk. Fortunately, only small parts escape.

Necromancers are drawn to this ancient burial ground where countless souls rest. The insights it grants into the research of unlife are considered foundational to the study.

A perpetual garden that morphs to match the intrinsic desires of its visitors, confering a deep sense of satisfaction. Some say the effect is highly addictive.

A massive outcropping said to confound all navigation magic. Standing atop it, one's own sense of direction fails completely. It is surrounded by the ruins of camps and bones of the lost who starved to death.

A vast cavern system where sound travels impossibly far. Rumor claims that words spoken here can be heard coming from wells and caves thousands of leagues away, echoing eternally.

A volcanic peak perpetually shrouded in ash and flame. It erupts precisely every 13 years, the beating heart of the world. The magma is highly sought for creating premier artifacts.

The remains of an ancient noble's estate, destroyed long ago by multiple siege spells that left anti-magic residue.. The rubble is arranged so perfectly that historians believe it was left as a warning.

A valley where wind currents create natural melodies. Composers and musicians come here to find peace and inspiration, particularly those composing insprational ballads and tributes to lost heroes.

A temple of jade and crystal built by an order of healers. No conflicts have ever occurred here, and it is rumored that even the ancient disease can be cured within its walls.

Proported to be unfindable in the first thousand days of searching, this simple carved rock in the Migradori Forest permits a ritual so mind-altering that practioners weep from their new understanding of the cosmos.

An idol of a bloated, grinning god of excess. Its holder's soldiers grow greedy and are less likely to mutiny, but the kingdom's storehouses empty much faster.

Centuries past, two huge armies fought outside Karkaan for control of the silver spire. The battle in the balance, Fromiur the Red enchanted a ring for his commander which conferred a horrible bloodthirst to his blade. They won the battle, but lost their souls.

Orcs fear little, but they fear this dagger. Forged and enchanted by a master goblin sorceror, Warfang thrives on orcish flesh. It was instrumental in the great goblin uprising.

A massive orange gemstone, brilliantly cut to reflect light like that which dances between falling leaves.

A tapestry depicting a minotaur maiden lounging at a stream. Considered one of the rarest examples of minotaur culture not fixated on strength or battle in existance.

Supposedly crafted with magic several centuries ago, this potted flower never wilts and its aroma has regenerative properties.

Crafted from gold with inset rubies and sapphires, this two foot high angular representation of a hawk is probably of dwarven origin.

The leprechaun priestess Nomii was reknowned a few centuries ago for producing the most elaborate funerals, where the honoured dead were cremated in the sky by dragonfire. Her words of insight on life and death have been treasured.

Now empty of charge, of poor craftsmanship and heavily scratched - this wand is still quite valuable amongst collectors and historians.

An ancient grimoire bound in leather of unknown, but still troubling, origin. Its pages seem to move of their own accord, and studying it grants nightmarish visions.

A metre long crystalline shard that hums with barely-contained magical energy. Mages are drawn to it like moths to flame, but all life around it is corrupted by chaos.

This silverine brooch in the shape of a shield prevents any infection from any source. Once worn by Saint Livayne, while attempting to cure the Lizardmen of Migradori of their mysterious affliction.

Now at least two millennia old, this ancient relic is a fabled and priceless display piece. But would be useless as actual armor.

A grotesque mask carved from an unknown dark wood. The wearer becomes difficult to identify or track. The mask melds with their flesh and adapts to conditions.

A metal journal filled with years of magical research etched in steel. Several enchantment spells are described in exquisite, painstaking detail.

A ancient contract written in blood. Exactly what deal it promises is unclear, but those who possess it find their chaotic spells are far more reliable. Many believe it is horribly cursed.

Shimmering scales said to have been crafted by Gaea herself. Those who carry them find they can see the true balance in all things.

An icy circlet that never melts, radiating cold even in summer. The wearer gains an intimate attunement with wind and snow, but fire strikes them with incredible pain.

Fine, luminescent ash collected from the Crater of Tempests, stored in a sealed crystal jar. Holding it, bestows a powerful urge to destroy.

This bronze bell has not been rung in a thousand years. The sound is said to be both beautiful and terrible, and any undead that hear it will go to their final rest.

A delicate silver locket containing a lock of hair that shimmers between gold and silver. The wearer's suggestions are very hard to resist.

A complex pendant showing symbols that change based on the observer's perspective. None truly understand its purpose, but legendary mages claim it increases all spell success by twice as much when they fail.

A small obsidian orb containing a spark of undead energy. Extremely dangerous and rumored to house a fragment of Daravan's soul. The wearer can behave like the Lich King in some ways.

A polished rock that crackles with residual lightning. It is believed to have been forged in the heart of a Warp Lightning explosion under a Meteor Strike, by maniacal gnomish engineers. Crazy!

A weathered banner bearing sigils of great battles. Those who march under it find their valor enhanced, increasing courage and endurance alike. Countless righteous armies have flocked to its call.

A dozen mysterious scholars spent 20 years imbuing a single plain crystal with the essence of their concentration. Nobody but they knew why. But the ability of this gem to now supercharge other magic stones is undisputed.

Is this nigh-incomprehensible magical device from the future? Many think so, based on the bizarre screams of the mage who summoned it, as he was both torn apart and sucked into nothingness.