Lore/Story Wynncraft Filler #1: Legends, Songs, And Tales Of Nemract

Hello there! This is the first of a new series I will be doing here, which will be “filler content” from Wynn. Basically this will be full of made-up tales, legends, and other things that I can think of. These aren’t canon, but they have no bearing on the main story so you might as well have them as fanon, I guess. These will be monthly (kind of), but will have a lot of goodies in them!

In this issue… the legends, songs, and tales of Nemract.

Spoiler: Samara's Lament

The following is a lament for the city of what is now known as Ancient Nemract, and is a sad poem written by a girl who fled the destruction before the undead arrived. It tells of the fear of Ragni and Fruma, and how they stood back because of their fear when their brothers were attacked?

Where were the army of red and gold,

When our city fell?

Where were the Frumans of whom legends told,

Only time would tell.


In darkest moment,

They weren’t to be found.

They stood and they watched

As we burned to the ground.


The undead were marching,

Row upon row.

The undead were marching,

With Charon in tow.


They burned all they found,

In the fens and the dales.

A proud people laid low,

The city frail.


Nothing could stop,

As they marched from the south.

They moved faster than news,

Flowing from open mouths.


Then with a shout, our last warriors fell,

Down by the docks they knew only too well.

Blood-spattered piers and water crimson red,

The last of our fathers were fallen and dead.


Out on the piers,

In the next morning’s sun,

We know what has happened,

To those who couldn’t run.

I know that my father,

His last breath long gone,

Is pecked by the gulls as they burst into song.

Spoiler: The Tale of the Pecking Gulls

In accordance with the last verse of the lament, it is said that the gulls who pecked on the fallen’s flesh became red with the blood, and were cursed. Here is the tale in full:

As the proud men of our city lay on the docks, pooling in blood, there came gulls and vultures from the north, driven by the scent of dying prey. Swiftly they flew – it is said that even the tribal men of Bremminglar were amazed at these birds and dared not to shoot them down. The birds flew to the docks, which lay burning in the morning sun. The undead army was still swarming over the city like salt to an open wound, and they cared not for birds. The birds swooped to the docks and began to peck at the bodies of those who had made for the ships in the final onslaught.

Yet as they feasted on the men like they were carrion, even their simple minds grasped that they were changed. Gone were the vultures. Gone were the gulls. They seemed to be so changed that even Charon, looking from the city, wondered at them. They were now sleek flacons, deep black, but with blood-red eyes. They were tireless and strong. And yet they were now, in a way, cursed. They had done something so dreadful that even the underworld itself could not bear it – they were condemned to half-lives.

Bak’al and Charon saw this from afar. Bak’al was unfazed and could not even see the birds had changed. This was because he had no understanding that they had dishonoured the fallen in such a vile way. And yet Charon saw them, and saw only what he could use for his gain.

He took the birds and trained them to become hunting birds. They flew swiftly, catching up with those who had fled the battle and were in the wilderness, roaming. They were controlled by Charon through various dark spells that Bak’al had taught him.

Even in their minds was a primal instinct – they wanted to be free. They did not wish to be necromancer puppets, and in their hearts they resented Bak’al and the spells he had taught to their master. Charon was, at least, cautious of them, knowing them to be dangerous. Yet Bak’al paid them no heed, viewing them only as his servant’s prized possession. Sometimes he would let them feast on foul meats, but did not care for them.

The birds were angry at Bak’al, and angry at what their lives had become. Therefore, in the dark watches of the night, they stalked up to Bak’al, and he did not notice them. Then, in an instant, they were on him, biting him so that his corrupted flesh was red with the pain of their torment. They pecked at one of his eyes, and it swelled so large that it is noticeable even to this day.

They were no match for Bak’al after a while though, and he killed them with a blast of dark magic. They were dead by the only spell that could kill them, and Bak’al forever bore their marks as a sign of his cruelty.

Thus ends the tale of the Pecking Gulls.



I had a lot of fun writing that. I got to explain why Bak’al has such a big right eye. Next, I thought I’d do something a bit different.

Spoiler: The Log of the Golden Fleece

This is the ship’s log of The Golden Fleece. Said ship was a pirate vessel, and docked at Nemract to replenish supplies without the trouble of a raid. While there, things got… interesting.


Day 1:

Today we made port at Nemract. Not te raid, matey! Instead, we were thinking o’ doing some undercover recon and stock up on whiskey while there. Shiver me’ timbers, it was close. We came into port with the pirate colours up. Nay, not spinning yarn. We hoisted a Ragni flag darn quick, and thankfully we weren’ spotted. Only a matter of time though, innit?

As we left the port, our ship was followed by a barnacled ship, the Ternaves Stallion. The fastest ship on ocean waters. We set off as if the Kraken were behind us. The most renowned privateer vessel bearing down on us was a sight to behold. What will the port bow bring?

Day 2:

There be a storm brewin’ on the horizon. The Ternaves Stallion almost got within firing range at noon. That beauty’s loaded with sixteen guns and a fair bit o’ booty. We wanted to fight, but the cap’n said it was pointless. We sang some sea shanties, until we dropped off. Tryin to scare yon privateers with the lyrics.

“Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest, yo ho ho and a bottle o’ rum!” we sang. We saw yon Ice Isles on the starboard.

Day 3:

The Ternaves Stallion caught up, the blasted thing! Fired at us, and there was quite the skirmish. They had a spellcaster onboard, so we couldn’t escape the darn whirlpool he was trying ta make. Kept suckin us back in again, we almost got dragged to Davy Jones’ locker. We opened fire and blasted some holes in the ship. The night dragged on as we fought, but then on the port bow came a great beast, risin from the depths!

A giant squid, he wrestled with their boat and brought it down quickly. We made haste to the north while it was occupied, o’ course.

We wished we had stayed longer in yon Nemract. Twas said there was some treasure in a nearby pit with some soul magic nonsense, beats me.


This log was found in the wreck of the Golden Fleece, in the Seavale Reefs. With the knowledge of the last paragraph, many bounty hunters began excavating near Nemract, and one of them unearthed the Pit of the Dead which we see today.

Spoiler: The Tavern Song

As you walk into Nemract bar, you will likely hear the tavern song being sang. It was written in 431 AP, when Ragni claimed it’s beer was better than Nemract Whiskey. The song is short, and is written here:

You can keep your fancy ales,

You can drink ‘em by the flagon,

But the only brew for the brave and true,

Comes from Nemract’s tavern!

Spoiler: The Traitor's House

It is said that in the battle for Ancient Nemract, there was one man (surname Cartwright, forename unknown) that would rather be turned into a corrupted than be killed by Charon, and advised his friends to do the same. He was turned into a corrupted by Charon, but was later killed by the hand of Samara (see first spoiler), as she fled the city. His house was discovered last year:

I hope you enjoyed this! Remember this is fanon, and not to be taken as part of the original lore. However, you can accept it as part of your headcanon and that would make me very happy.

This issue is kind of short because I’m testing this idea, but if you like it then let me know!



Have a good day. I wanted to say Merry Christmas, but it’s the middle of summer.

 

wait is this from LotR

there is something REALLY similiar in it

ok I found it, it's the second verse of the song "The Green Dragon"

 

These are great stories. Nice job with them.

 

GG You found the easter egg.