Forgotten Runes Tales of the Swamp and beyond

“But where do I really come from? To be honest…. I do not know yet. The whole thing is a little fishy for me. Somehow I woke up consciously on June 20th 2021 here in this strange, yet exciting pixelated world of “Forgotten Runes”, and it seems there are other wizards around as well, as I am connected to some of them through a thing called “Twitter“. But that is all that I know. I do have a strong feeling however, that there is more, much more to my existence....

It was my 111th birthday... ...only a week ago, but my life has been quite different than that of the famous halfling from the shire,’ Throndilor reminisced grimly in a nostalgic moment as he sat in front of the blazing fireplace in the big hall of his dwelling. Nearby a loud buzzing could be heard. It came from outside and it seemed to draw closer. On a plate on the table to the dwarf’s left were some legumes, nuts and other vegetables leftover from his dinner. The wall to the right of him sported some melee weaponry used long ago. A battle axe, a couple of daggers, a javelin and his beloved long sword “Silvandril” that he still used once in a while when he really wanted to scare someone - or cut him to pieces. The wooden oak tiled floor was a dark brown maroon....