|This page contains spoilers. Readers are discouraged from continuing if they want to discover features by themselves.|
|A twelve-volume story of Wynn's great hero can be found here. The origins of this library, and others like it, still remain unknown.|
|Coordinates||X: -922, Z: -1592|
Ragni's Library is a Secret Discovery located in Ragni. There is a corridor which contains the twelve chapters of the book "The Legend of Bob". It details Bob's life and his training with the four masters.
Access[edit | edit source]
|Location||Ragni's Castle fireplace||X||-933||Y||Z||-1610||Wynncraft Map|
- Drop 1 Bob's Tear in the center of the fireplace in Ragni's Castle.
- Follow the shadow until it opens the gate of the castle painting in the feast hall.
The Chapters[edit | edit source]
Chapter I[edit | edit source]
854 years after the portal was first opened, Ragni suffered one of the largest raids ever recorded on western soil.
Although the famous forts of Ragni and Troms were deemed impenetrable, this was unfortunately not the case when seas of monsters brought by the curse came knocking on the front gate.
Despite having fought for centuries in the cursed war, Ragni's army numbers were high and many men laid down their lives to protect the families within the walls.
However, the sheer numbers pressed against the door broke the hinges and the large gate fell into the bridge, and the largest hordes recorded entered the city.
Many of the residents were slaughtered, maimed or infected by the onslaught of creatures, those able to run hid in the sewers, a vast series of tunnels that run out of the city, and into the foulest place the humans could create, their prison.
End of Chapter I.
Chapter II[edit | edit source]
The idea was to combine two of the most horrible things, the untreated sewage, and the dark cells containing Wynn's worst criminals, to add to their suffering.
It really was a horrid place, but in a time like this, it was the safest place to be, and the women and children sought refuge in its stench.
During the fight, a woman who never said her name, nor where she had come from (she certainly wasn't one of Ragni's own), gave birth to a baby boy on the cold floors of the sewer.
Though the women accompanying her did all they could, the unknown woman did not survive the childbirth.
The horde lasted 6 days and the sewer folk did not know if the baby would make it, the conditions were so rotten.
End of Chapter II.
Chapter III[edit | edit source]
Against all the odds, the child made it, suffering no more but a smudge of dirt across his cheek, to everyone's amazement. He was adopted by Ragni's poorest resident, a single mother, named Momo.
He worked in a local bakery carrying bread and cake into the palace, taking whatever he could get away with.
Despite his mother being poor, she was nonetheless intelligent, and taught the child, who she named Robert, everything she knew; taught him to read, write and to a degree, to fight.
Robert was never a popular lad, always treated differently, his skin was a shade of grey unnatural to those of Ragni, who have always been fair skinned.
As such he didn't have many friends and wasn't held particularly well among the older citizens either.
When he was 12 years old, a horde found its way into the city once more, like it did just over a decade before.
End of Chapter III.
Chapter IV[edit | edit source]
Although far smaller than its predecessor, the horde was nonetheless a threat as Ragni's army was so wounded from the last encounter.
The beacons were not lit from the scouts, and caught the entire city by surprise. Not Robert though, he always kept a knife he stole from the butchers, in his belt, to protect the ones he loved.
Being so poor, Momo's shack was on the outskirts of Ragni and was one of the first to get hit. Robert ran for the house, found it empty, but heard a gasping from below.
Entering the cellar, he found his mother lying bleeding beside a recently stabbed creature. He went to her aid, knowing it would be in vain.
She simply nodded at him; they had made an agreement when Robert was 8 years old that if she ever became infected she wanted to end her life, rather than endure the gruesome prolonged infection that had no cure.
End of Chapter IV.
Chapter V[edit | edit source]
Momo placed in Robert's hands a piece of parchment with a crude blood stained drawing of four areas, each with a strange name under it, that he hadn't heard of.
In the fires of the fight, Robert fled from the city, wielding not his butcher's knife, but a pair of pitch black knives encrusted with symbols that glowed a purple color, a cloak, and a pouch holding what little food was left in the house.
He headed east, to the sandy area indicated by his mother's drawing, the one with the knife symbol, and the number "1".
When Robert reached it, he found a man, who did nothing but held out his hand, and Robert placed the only thing of value to him, the dark daggers, in his hand.
The man began to tell Robert of what he must now do to aid in the war; he must travel to the 4 masters of Wynn province, to learn their magic and skill, if he was to lend his hand in the cursed war.
Only once he had mastered one skill would he be given the key that the next master would accept.
End of Chapter V.
Chapter VI[edit | edit source]
After 5 years of training to become an assassin, Robert was now 17 years old and incredibly powerful. The master, Chak, who had taught him, told him that his time was now up with him and he would have to progress to learn Archer.
Chak took Roberts daggers, to which the handles began to glow bright purple, and molded then together to form a large sheen bow, to which he strung a thick strand of his own hair and handed it back to him, and said, "even the most experienced soldier must start from scratch when learning a new mastery". And it was true, Robert was not equipped to deal with any creature that faced him, he'd never even fired a bow!
Robert began his journey further south; past the blizzards into a pocket of land he'd never seen on any map, the bow symbol with the number "2" accompanying it.
It was home to only one building, a large mansion, to which a man stood with his hands outstretched as Robert approached.
Just like 5 years previously, Robert handed him the bow, to which he said "I am Mael, master of archery, let us begin. Just as you progress, so does the war."
To which Robert spent a further 5 years mastering the art of crafting and firing arrows, in any situation, and learning the magic surrounding the bow.
End of Chapter VI.
Chapter VII[edit | edit source]
In this time, while Robert also learned about the areas he trained in, he found that Mael was incredibly spiritual; the mansion in which he lived in was also house to many spirits which found Mael, to heal them.
Robert learned about the other side and how many of the fallen soldiers return cursed to fight on the other side, to which Robert secretly hoped he was able to communicate with his deceased mother.
However, Robert never expressed these desires, and Mael told him the time had come to learn some magic that involved no physical weapon, that you could hit people with.
Robert handed over his bow, to which a familiar glow transformed it into a pure black rod, with the same purple markings around them.
Robert looked at the old, frayed map, to see the next area with a single line in it, and the number "3", except this time, he knew what area that was.
It was the forest he passed through when he was 12 years old to get to the desert to begin his training, he barely made it. For the first time since he began his training, Robert was filled with fear.
End of Chapter VII.
Chapter VIII[edit | edit source]
The Forest was full of spiders and poison, and the thought of poison always reminded him of the time he ... well, never mind that. Robert set off to the forest wielding a stick that was about as much use as a hollowed out pumpkin.
He couldn't for the life of him make it work. Regardless, when he reached the forest, he entered a mystical village suspended in the trees, lit by hanging lamps, to which the familiar sight of a man with his hand outstretched grasped the wand Robert laid in his hands.
"You are half way through your journey; do not let frustration warp you. Let us begin the hardest of all arts." were the first words, Ethe, the magical master had ever said to him.
And it was certainly true, wand lore had not come so easily to him as knavery or archery had.
However, the arts of magic eventually flowed through him over the coming five years, to which point Robert was now 27 years old, and beginning to wonder if he would ever remain young enough to fight in the war.
Ethe told Robert it was time to move on, and transformed his wand into its final form, a giant black spear. Even his mature eyes gleamed at the sight of it; the spear was the weapon of Troms, the greatest fort man had ever created.
End of Chapter VIII.
Chapter IX[edit | edit source]
The map indicated that he must travel to Troms, where the last spear symbol and the number "4" were written. Upon arrival, Robert was surprised; the city had been hit - hard.
He'd never heard of Troms so much as receiving a scratch from the creatures, it was so well guarded, but then again, Robert had been absent from civilization for 15 years.
In the fires, a man stood with his hand outstretched, completely ignoring the pleas of the people around him begging for help, into which Robert placed his spear.
The man said, "This is the final leg of your journey. Let the plights of this town that you see here today force you onward with your training, and help protect this land when you are done. My name is Fier, let us end your training."
Robert spent the next 5 years learning the skills surrounding the spear in the great city of Troms, rebuilding and defending it when necessary in his spare time.
It was the first time he was with people, and by people, I mean people that aren't strict masters of their art that seem to solely exist to teach Robert the ways of the soldier.
End of Chapter IX.
Chapter X[edit | edit source]
Robert learned to love the people he was around, and people called him Bob, rather than Robert. A girl had told him, "I don't know, I think you just sound better when you're called Bob."
Robert liked it, and when he met new people, he introduced himself as thus.
Fier's training after 5 long years had finally come to an end, to which he said this: "You are now the strongest soldier this province has ever seen, use your power wisely, and you shall end this war."
Then, to his surprise, all the masters materialized in a line beside Fier and smiled. Mael even nodding slowly at him, to which a voice behind him said "Why are you crying Bob? There's no one there . . .."
The 4 masters vanished and Bob knew what he must now do, return to Ragni to save what little was left of it.
End of Chapter X.
Chapter XI[edit | edit source]
Bob then spent the remainder of his life serving as Wynn's private demigod, destroying all creatures that ever came near a settlement under his protection.
He did not pass on his skills, in fear they would not be used for the greater good, which troubled him. For if he were to pass, who would replace him?
Certainly not his three companions, the animals which he loved dearly. Perhaps he would brew them a potion, prolonging their life; they were good animals after all.
Bob's story quickly became a huge beacon of hope for many fighting the war; no one could defeat Bob and his dark weapons.
However, this is where the story becomes myth, I'm afraid. After over a century of fighting, Bob vanished in the year 984 AP (After Portal).
End of Chapter XI.
Chapter XII[edit | edit source]
It was rumored he heard of a beast corrupting the province, promoting the war and increasing the strength of the monsters.
I imagine Bob probably sought to destroy it, but in his old age, perhaps he wasn't up to the mark.
It was then, though, just one year after his disappearance, Bob's tomb appeared in the snow, marking the place where he was buried.
By whom? No one knows. Perhaps it was the killer? Or maybe it was his master's magic? It still lies there today, holding his body, it is worth a visit, many have told of great adventures and magic surrounding the place.
One thing is for sure, Bob truly was the master of the Wynn arts, and will forever go down in our history as the mightiest soldier.
Perhaps one day, someone will follow in his footsteps.