When the Storm Calls

Lightning dances at his fingertips, the air thick with power. The storm listens, waiting—because he does not ask. He commands.

Wild Magic & Unwritten Rules

Power obeys no master, but those who wield it must pay the price. When the arcane clashes with instinct, will you embrace the unknown—or become its next victim?

The Hunt Never Ends

Prey becomes predator, predator becomes prey. The line between survival and slaughter is thin—once the chase begins, will you be the one standing when it ends?

16
Races

2
Stories

6
Ancestries

17
Outposts

✓ Perpetually Plastered
✓ Chaotically Curious
✓ Prankster Extraordinaire

Pippa Dewdrop

Race: Pixie Gender: Female, Alignment: Neutral Good
Age: 20, Height: 9 inches, Weight: 10 oz

The tiny pixie hovers around your head in a flurry of wings and wild giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief and more than a little bit of tipsiness.

She plops herself down on your shoulder, her wings still buzzing faintly. "Well, well, well, what a perfectly perplexing predicament, huh?" she hiccups.

Pippa pokes at your cheek again. "You’ve got a positively peculiar profile, you know that? Like a… a… puffy plum, perhaps!" she pauses, blinking, then bursts into laughter. "Oh, pish posh, who even cares? Let’s pick a path to pandemonium, my plucky pal!" she hiccups once more with her wings fluttering as she starts to wobble in the air again.

She flutters just above your head, her tiny hands waving dramatically. "Plenty of possibilities in this place, plenty indeed!" she hiccups with her giggles bubbling up uncontrollably "And if we pilfer a pint of that perfect pixie punch, well, that’s just part of the plan, isn’t it?" she winks, clearly pleased with herself.

Pippa gives you a lopsided smile, her wings buzzing in an uneven rhythm as she starts to drift off balance.

The Pixie's Preposterous Proposition

Pippa Dewdrop, pickled pixie extraordinaire, overhears whispers of a ‘sparkly golden bottle’ rumored to contain traces of the Gilded Essence. Whether it’s divine magic or just a very fancy liquor, she doesn’t know—but she does know she wants it. The problem? It’s supposedly hidden deep in the Shadowed Thicket, a place where the trees whisper, the flowers bite, and even the moonlight seems to play tricks.

Undeterred (or perhaps just too drunk to be concerned), Pippa sets off, zigzagging through the Whispering Woods with all the grace of a falling leaf in a storm. Along the way, she dodges oversized insects, barely avoids becoming an owl’s midnight snack, and gets into a heated argument with a sentient mushroom over who’s taking up more space. But the deeper she goes, the stranger things get—glowing footprints, rustling branches that move without wind, and the creeping suspicion that she’s not the only one after the bottle.

Pippa’s mischief meets its match. Whether she finds the bottle, a completely different treasure, or just more trouble than she bargained for, one thing is certain—she won’t leave without a good story. And if all else fails? Well, there’s always more booze back at the tavern.

✓ Drunken Mischief
✓ Whimsical Danger
✓ Unexpected Twists

✓ Incomplete
✓ Still thinking about it
✓ Soon, but not today

Backstory – Coming Soon

Born under circumstances neither remarkable nor tragic, they grew up in a world that demanded both resilience and adaptability. From an early age, they learned to navigate life’s ever-changing tides, shaped by experiences that were neither entirely fortunate nor wholly unfortunate. Their past holds a blend of quiet victories and silent losses, shaping them into someone who understands the weight of choice and consequence.

They have traveled enough to know the world holds both wonders and dangers, though whether they seek adventure or stability depends on the day. Their skills were honed through necessity rather than ambition, making them capable without the burden of arrogance. They carry no great legacy, nor are they shackled by a dark past—just a history filled with moments, both mundane and significant, that led them to where they are now.

As for the present, they move forward with purpose, even if that purpose shifts with time. Whether by fate, duty, or sheer happenstance, they find themselves on the path ahead, knowing only that every step holds the potential for change.

A perpetually pickled pesky pixie playing preposterous pranks.