Ravenbreath

Race: Pixie, Gender: Female, Age: 20, Height: 9" (23 cm), Weight: 10 oz (283 g)
Alignment: Neutral Good

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.

Pixie ● The Shadowed Thicket ● Piper

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The Pickled Pixie’s Preposterous Proposition

When whispers of a sparkling golden bottle begin to spread, there’s only one thing to do—find it, claim it, and possibly drink it. Whether it holds divine magic or just an exceptionally expensive liquor, the details don’t matter. The only problem? It’s supposedly hidden deep within a forest where the trees whisper, the flowers bite, and even the moonlight plays tricks.

But a little danger has never stopped a determined seeker before. Dodging oversized insects, arguing with talking mushrooms, and narrowly avoiding becoming an owl’s midnight snack? Just another night out. The deeper the path winds, the stranger things become—glowing footprints, shifting branches, and an uneasy feeling that the hunt isn’t as simple as it seems.

Whether the bottle is found, lost to the shadows, or turns out to be something entirely unexpected, one thing is certain—no one leaves empty-handed. And if all else fails? There’s always another drink waiting somewhere.

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