💫 ARE YOU READY FOR THE ARCHIVIST AIRDROP?
It’s happening this Tuesday, April 28 — and it’s bringing something special. The Archivist Series is about to land.
1. Reintroduction to Vinnie & Mags
In the taverns and war rooms of Praetoria - though mainly taverns, if we’re being honest - few people attract more stories, arguments, and unpaid bar tabs than Vinnie the Archivist and Mags the Whisperer.
Vinnie, once an ex-pitfighter with more bruises than good decisions, somehow became one of the realm’s most persistent hunters of forgotten truths. These days, instead of throwing punches, he digs through old battle records, lost histories, and the kind of stories people usually swear are true because their cousin's captain's bartender said so. If there’s an old legend with missing pages, Vinnie is usually the reason those pages suddenly become everyone’s problem.
At his side is Mags, a former Whisperer with a gift for uncovering secrets and an even greater gift for letting Vinnie know when he's being an idiot. Where Vinnie kicks the door open, Mags already knows who locked it, why, and which lie they'll tell when asked about it. Together, they uncover the chapters that somehow never made it into heroic songs. Just don't ask Vinnie to sing.
2. The Archivist Series
Some legends are remembered for what they became. The Archivist Series is about remembering what they were - and discovering it usually involved at least one terrible plan, two bad decisions, and someone confidently saying, “Trust me.”
These skins capture the chapters before the title, before the glory, and before history hired a very expensive marketing director. Through Vinnie’s research, familiar champions are seen not as perfect heroes, but as people: stubborn, reckless, occasionally brilliant, and mostly just lucky enough to survive long enough for someone to call them legendary.
These aren’t alternate versions. They’re preserved history - the warrior before the statue, before the songs, and before everyone agreed to leave out the embarrassing parts.
Before they were guarding powerful mages and pretending they were “just here for security reasons,” Caravan Guards were actually healers, and damn good ones. They fixed broken bones, replaced lost guts, and calmed even the most panicked patients. Even after taking up armor and joining the Conclave, that same steady hand remained. They still know exactly where to hit to save a life… and exactly where to hit to end an argument.
Before Chaos, before Silus, and before becoming the kind of person villagers describe by lowering their voice, Slade was already terrifying - just in a much more organized way. As a Belurocian overlord, he ruled with polished armor, sharp ambition, and the confidence of a man who had never once considered being wrong. He wasn’t corrupted yet (though he was already dodgy) - he was simply the sort of person corruption looked at and thought, “Now THERE’S potential.”
Before divine healing, before legendary battles, and before people started saying things like “chosen by fate,” Rila was a street goblin surviving on bad luck and worse neighborhoods. She ran with Hanv’s goblin crew because starving alone seemed less efficient. Armed with scraps, attitude, and the firm belief that life was mostly a knife fight with extra steps, she learned early that survival usually belongs to whoever bites (or heals) first.
Long before she was terrifying on purpose, Jicarilla was a student - quiet, brilliant, and already making teachers regret calling on her in class. While others studied approved texts and proper magical etiquette, she was usually found holding a forbidden tome that hummed like it had opinions. Even then, she had the look of someone who would absolutely read the cursed book after being specifically told not to. Oh, and she broke many hearts.
Before the mask, before the poison clouds, and before becoming the reason everyone suddenly supported workplace safety regulations, Doctor Blight was simply a brilliant scholar with terrible hobbies. Unmasked and relentlessly stubborn, he spent his days being dismissed by peers and his nights proving they were fools. He wasn’t corrupted yet - just deeply committed to the idea that “forbidden knowledge” sounded more like a recommendation than a warning.
3. The Whisperer Series
Most stories don’t arrive in the Archives neatly labelled. They start as whispers, morph into half-truths, and usually involve someone saying “You didn’t hear that from me.”
The Whisperer Series reveals the side of Praetoria’s legends that never made it into the official records - the powers they kept hidden, the instincts they trusted, and the suspiciously convenient “miracles” everyone agreed not to examine too closely.
Through Mags’ network of secrets, rumors, and information acquired through methods she insists were both legal and none of Vinnie’s business, these skins uncover what was always there - just usually buried under locked doors, bad alibis, and people suddenly becoming unavailable for comment.
This collection is less about who these legends are, and more about what they can be.
In his Whispered form, the Caravan Guard has gone from “suspiciously intense mercenary” to “please do not make eye contact.” Consumed by the Conclave’s influence, he bears glowing runes, etched armor, and the unmistakable expression of one who now refers to ordinary conversations as “prophecies.” Once he profited from chaos - now he seems determined to personally become it.
Whispered Slade is what happens when ambition stops asking for permission and darkness says, “Honestly, I’m a huge fan of your work.” No longer merely feared, he has become a walking siege omen - jagged armor fused to flesh, skulls staring from impossible angles, and black smoke pouring off him like his own shadow is trying to resign. This is not a man having a bad day. This is everyone else having a much worse one. Still dodgy.
In her Whispered form, Rila stops looking like someone you’d challenge in a tavern and starts looking like someone you’d apologize to on instinct. Her healing power is fully unleashed - golden light pouring through her blades, her body, and probably the emotional damage of everyone standing nearby. She no longer heals because she can. She heals because apparently the gods trusted her with that responsibility, which feels both inspiring and slightly reckless.
Whispered Jicarilla is no longer “morally complicated.” She is now very helpfully labeled “the problem.” Wrapped in crackling lightning and enough cold authority to freeze a room before the magic even starts, she doesn’t lose herself to darkness - she gives it instructions. This is not chaos. This is management. If you see her, let her know Vinnie called. Twice.
Whispered Doctor Blight looks like the final stage of every bad decision he ever made. Poison coils endlessly from his body, glowing vials pulse through warped robes, and he carries himself with the confidence of a man who has most definitely replaced several vital organs with experimental alternatives. Whatever humanity was left has long since been replaced by fumes, ambition, and a deeply concerning amount of green smoke.
Congratulations to everyone who participated in the 2025 Winterfest event and is now receiving airdrops from the new Archivist Collection.😎
Have fun! Show them off on the battlefield!
VONAK!
