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.

Where the Dead Don’t Rest

Crumbling headstones and endless mist hide more than just the forgotten—some graves refuse to stay closed.

A Gathering Under Moonlight

Shrouded figures move in silence, the wind howling between peaks. A ritual begins, an oath is sworn—none may turn back now.

14
Zones

2
Courses

6
Lineages

17
Cities

✓ High Energy
✓ Cute and Fun
✓ Infectious Laughter

Tinka Talc

Race: Goblin Gender: Female, Alignment: Neutral Good
Age: 32, Height: 18 inches, Weight: 15 lbs

Out of nowhere, a flash of green and white zips past your feet, her long ears twitching as she scans the surroundings with quick, darting eyes.

Tinka's hands flutter to her sides as she taps her fingers together, her gaze shifting nervously around the area. "Ain't you an unusual one!" She suddenly crouches low, muscles tensing. "I’m ready! Ready to pounce!" She mimics a quick jab, then shifts sideways, as if sneaking up on an invisible foe. "Jab! Sneak through… through anything!" Her sharp little teeth flash in a quick grin as her ears twitch wildly. Her eyes dart around and fingers tapping at her sides. "You can help me, yes?" She hops from one foot to the other. "So… so, what’s the plan? Huh?"

She pauses suddenly, tilting her head to the side as her ears perk up. "What did you say your name was again?" She twirls in place, momentarily distracted by her own buzzing energy, before stopping to squint at you. "Oh… oh!" Her mouth opens in surprise as she gasps. "You didn’t say your name, did you?"

She leans in close, balancing precariously on your shoulder as her ears wiggle. "Well then, I’m Tinka, Tinka Talc" She stands tall ... well, as tall as a tiny goblin can ... flashing a toothy grin. "So... the mushroom! What’s the plan, huh?"

The Troublesome Toadstool

You and Tinka journey to Three Rivers, a city half-drowned in trade and treachery, to sell a rare, magical toadstool. The mushroom hums with an eerie golden glow, its worth undeniable—but so is the danger of carrying it.

The journey is anything but smooth. The river’s currents shift unpredictably, and Tinka, never trusting the water, clings to the boat with quiet unease. Word of your cargo spreads too quickly, drawing in rival treasure hunters, opportunistic merchants, and even river marauders who would rather steal than bargain. Through close calls and quick thinking, you reach the city intact, but your troubles are far from over.

Now, the decision looms:

✧ Keep it to uncover its mysteries?
✧ Sell it for wealth beyond imagining?
✧ Barter it for secrets or protection?
✧ Destroy it before it falls into the wrong hands?

Before you can decide, the toadstool shifts—its glow deepening into something unnatural. Gilded Essence has infected it, twisting its magic into something unknown. Tinka’s eyes meet yo

✓ Overcoming Fear
✓ Personal Stakes

✓ 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.

Your goblin servant to give you a hand and stroke your big ... ego.