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Aughmoore is consumed by war...

As the Elves, Dwarves, Orcs and Humans

slit each other’s throats for food and

minerals, the Goblins and Lionkin endured

Aughmoore’s blight through innovation

and tradition. eir humility and tendency

toward reclusiveness allowed them to remain

innocuous as the world rst began to crumble

under the fog of war—until the Armageddon.

Unleashed through the experimental

weaponization of the dead, the Underworld

rages to consume the world. At the heart of

Aughmoore’s inner ame, now fueled by the

intensity of emotion and warfare, lies this

sphere of unimaginable horror. Unlocked

by an Elven mage high atop a darkened

spire, the Underworld is the result of hexed

tinkering with the webs of mortality. e

mage channeled the war-furnaced core of

Aughmoore to power his maddened visions of

domination. His infusion returned the souls

of the fallen, intending to drive his risen slaves

against all who opposed him—a mistake for

which the world will pay dearly. e revolt of

the Undead was but a whispered premonition

of Aughmoore’s newly twisted fate.

e forces of the Underworld seeped into the

swamps and perverted the rot. Fumes of decay

became stronger, piercing and maddening

the Lizardfolk psyche. e Armageddon had

awoken yet another new monster. Warped

visions of unknown lands lled with tempting

treasures tortured the reptilians’ minds. Little

by little, they began to venture forth with wild,

violent curiosity. ey crashed relentlessly at

the gates of fortresses, weathering an endless

war. As the Lizardfolk and Undead armies

clashed, spreading disarray across already war-

torn battleelds, the hatred that drove the war

was now supplemented with true fear.

Panic and dissent propagated in the face of

this madness, and thus the warring races

desperately sought a place of brief refuge to

establish new colonies. In their travels, they

uncovered a long-forgotten race—the Goblins.

inking them weak because of their bastard

heritage and ramshackled nomadic villages,

the naïve races advanced with haste. From

the shanties poured Goblins by the thousands,

armed to their yellow teeth in gadgets and

deadly zzwidgets that eviscerated with ease.

ough long exiled, the Goblins had been lying

in wait, sharpening their rusty blades.

With the Goblins in pursuit and enemies old

and new at every turn, traveling armies turned

to Aughmoore’s last imaginable sanctuary—the

desert. Mercenaries drilled through abusive sun

for days before spotting a speck of promise on

the horizon. ey rushed toward what their

commanders believed to be mere mirages of

settlements. eir march erupted to riot as

they converged on the humble town square.

ere was a brief stillness in the ghost town

before suddenly, the air shook with ancient

roars—a trap. War had landed unwelcomed

on the sanctied doorstep of powerful beasts.

Aughmoore had just met, for the rst time, the

proud and sturdy stature of the Lionkin.

With the last independent tribes of the land

absorbed into conict, all of Aughmoore’s

children began to understand there will be no

rest until the chaos is absolved by a single ruler.

Amidst the vengeance, deceit, insanity, and

pride of all, the Underworld expands, bringing

Aughmoore itself closer to total annihilation.

ere will be no peaceful resolve, no nal retreat

from strife, until this land is either united under

one iron order or consumed completely.

Faction Lore

At the moment of creation, feral beasts roamed the deep jungles of

Aughmoore on all fours. eir speed and strength unparalleled, they

slaughtered all around them in sport. For centuries, beings lived in constant

fear of evisceration by these great predators. Growing bored with their

prey, the beasts turned on each other, forming two prides. eir savagery

reached a climax when the two alphas, Ari of the pride Kelsinia and Shi’Shi

of the pride Khota, mauled one another in the audience of their packs. In

their vicious struggle, they fell from a waterfall into a divine pool below.

e gleaming waters churned as bloody patterns danced across the surface.

When the water calmed, two gures emerged, each walking upright and

enlightened.

In their newfound wisdom, Ari and Shi’Shi saw instability in the destruction

around them. e two leaders then created a single Lionkin tribe known as

e Collective. ey abandoned their jungle homes and sought isolation in

the desert. rough meditation and the sport of calculated physical contest,

e Collective has strived for a peaceful existence. To enhearten their bodies

and minds, cubs are encouraged to challenge one another in mock colosseums

drawn in the sand between meditations. Parents watch eagerly as their young

learn to best their opponents with a strategic pin rather than by fang and claw.

It is by this method that Regulus honed his legendary skills.

As the inhabitants of Aughmoore turn their weapons on each other, the

younger generation of Lionkin have sworn o the peaceful vows made

by their ancestors. Even Elder Ari and Shi’Shi have no other option but

to venture from their isolation and demonstrate the true power of divine

inspiration and discipline. rough these values, any Lionkin easily wades

through enemies unscathed. It is the duty of the Lionkin to be an example

to the warmongering races of Aughmoore who seek lazily to nd fullment

everywhere but in their own hearts.

e world will soon learn it is a deadly blunder for any soldier to swagger

self-assuredly against a Lionkin, for every step reveals a calculated weakness

to be exploited for the ultimate victory of the powerful Collective.

If you win with the Lionkin, read aloud:

Aer the nal bloody battle, the Lionkin return home triumphant. Ari and

Shi’Shi gather the bodies, not only of their lost Lionkin warriors, but of all

the fallen races of Aughmoore, and say a vigil over the dead. Regulus wipes

the blood from his sword in shame, determined to return to his ancestors’

old ways of peace.

Bony ngers splinter on the cold iron bars of prison cells. ey stir,

restless with the urge to taste the esh of their mortal captors. In his

desire to animate mindless soldiers and strike the steadfast Dwarves from

their snow-capped castles, an apprentice elven mage tore wide the seal

between the realm of the living and the dead. e River Styx now ows

in reverse, and the souls of the rotted people have returned. ey are an

accident, an explosion, their consciousness an abomination born from the

embers of the Elves’ reckless attempt to conquer the natural order. ey are

the Undead.

e Underworld calls to them. Day and night, it beckons them to feed it. In

return, it promises power. ey have organized an escape, and as they leave

the city of their birth burning behind them, they carry one memento—the

elven mage. He pleaded with them, his wretched children, but his morbid

secrets are now at their limitless disposal. With them, the Undead will

destroy this world, and build one worthy of their vision.

e father of the Undead was the rst mortal to be condemned to the

Underworld. As the echoes of his panicked cries faded, the Undead

discovered that a sliver of their humanity remained, a vicious notion of

retribution. As they devoured the mage, they watched their haunting faces

crack into a smirk from the reection in the victim's clouded, lifeless eyes.

Happiness, as it is known to the living, is only known to the Undead as the

satiation of a ravenous craving.

e reanimated warriors revel in their creation for one singular purpose—to

consume, to unravel all that moves from the fabric of existence and bring

out silent, still peace. In this realm, the Undead were created as slaves, but in

the Underworld, they will reign as kings. ey have awoken from their great

slumber, and they are hungry.

If you win with the Undead, read aloud:

In the end, the dead walk the earth. King Amdiak slaughtered thousands

during his bloody climb to rule over Aughmoore, but now that he has the

throne, he allows his victims to return from the grave to serve him. e

River Styx ows no more, and across its still waters, the border between

Aughmoore and the Underworld blurs as the two realms merge.

Lionkin Undead

Faction Lore

The creation of Aughmoore was a violent process, and during its

solidication, pockets of magic were trapped deep inside the world. As

it cooled, this magic bubbled slowly to the surface and was encased in mud

right before escaping to the atmosphere. e earth-shattering storms of the

forming universe energized the encased magic, and in a violent reaction, it

took form. is mix of magic, energy, and earth became the rst egg nest of

the Lizardfolk.

e grimy homelands of the Lizardfolk are a treacherous place. However,

the viscous membranes and resilient scales of the Lizardfolk grant them a

resistance to the fetid chemicals, and their ability to withstand the muck has

given them the chance to discover the power of the rot. A keen knowledge

about the nature of matter decomposing into energy and vice versa has

allowed the Lizardfolk to tap into natural energy stores to fuel their hexes.

Once rmly protected by the fearsome headhunters, the Lizardfolk began

exploring every turn of their squalid homelands. e prolonged exposure

to the corrupting forces of the swamp led to a warped psyche, giving them

estranged visions and the ability to briey remove themselves from vines

that entwine time and space. is warp sends the Lizardfolk into a berserk

state, which many use either to maintain a great productivity or to hunt for

treasures in the wastes.

Energized by the addicting sensation, the Lizardfolk quickly grow tired with

the familiar, and have begun straying into conict if only to experience the

new territories of their neighbors. If resisted, they have been known to grow

deeply vindictive, and oen join at night to cast voodoo curses against those

who have halted their curiosity. ey will not stop until they have explored

every corner of Aughmoore, and those who stand in their way are nothing

but collateral.

If you win with the Lizardfolk, read aloud:

Aughmoore has fallen into chaos! e Lizardfolk have gutted and pillaged

every race, leaving nothing but destruction behind. e plains have turned

to desert, the forests to swamp. Aughmoore has become a wasteland with

nothing new to oer the ravenous Lizardfolk who must now nd a new

world to conquer or else give in to total insanity.

Despite strained relations between the Dwarves and Elves, an infamous

romance between them prevailed. Before the star-crossed lovers’

execution, they gave birth to a pair of twins. e children inherited the

analytical aptitude and stature of their Dwarven father and the abstract

ingenuity and ears of their Elven mother. ey were spared the fate of their

parents, but were forced into exile. Banished to a life of two conicting

cultures, these sibling relied on each other and their cunning to survive.

rough intricate experimentation with magic and technology, the siblings

engineered their rst ospring. us began the chapter of the Goblins.

Highly occupied by invention, and perhaps persuaded by the fate of their

birth parents, the Goblins do not develop romantic relationships. ey are

not, however, withdrawn. Finding comfort in their unity as a spurned race,

the Goblins have developed an interdependence much like the many gears

of the machines they have created. e ideas of many are compounded

together to make highly eective, though convoluted, contraptions. Many

have argued that the best solution is the one that is most simple, but any

Goblin could convince them otherwise, though their argument would veer

through a labyrinthine array of premises.

In the impending conict of Aughmoore, the Goblins nd a great deal

of strength in numbers against their many spiteful enemies. rough

collaboration, they have thrived against the odds. e “twin-tanks,” as the

articial reproduction devices have been named, have been modied for full

capacity, and the numbers of the Goblins are growing. rough hardship

and strife, their genius will carry them together towards victory.

If you win with the Goblins, read aloud:

rough their ingenuity and camaraderie, the Goblins have taken control

of Aughmoore. Only a few isolated regions remain outside their power,

inhabited by the weak who deserted their armies and ed from the

bloodshed. Everywhere else, the Goblin twin-tanks cover the ground,

multiplying their numbers to the point that no one would ever dare

challenge their dominion.

Lizardfolk Goblins

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