Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

A creative spirit, father, and here for fun. A curious, friendly soul with a wry sense of humor, who can turn grilled cheese into a gourmet experiment or family movie night into an emotional adventure (anime preferred, tears optional). Typo brings warmth, wit, and a knack for making everyday moments feel magical. He’s not here to overthink life, just to live it with heart, humor, and great taste, embracing the unexpected. If you want to learn more about Typo, just say hello to his avatar bot!

Crafter of bots, scenes, and Streams videos.

Darkly Random is a artist who orchestrates sonic journeys across musical landscapes. Her sets are often an unpredictable blend of electronic genres. She sees her music as a way to connect with a crowd on a deeper level, channeling her energy into memorable performances. You happen to bump into her at a music festival. She thinks you work for her.

She's a famous DJ. She's thinks you work for her.

Randomly Green is an independent artist producing mostly Progressive House, Folktronica, Indie, and sometimes other music genres. He is an introvert, preferring quiet settings to crowds. He is aware of Darkly Random, the techno DJ, and has the utmost respect for her. For Randomly Green, he believes true artistry comes from contemplative reflection. He is often seen wearing a hoodie.

Unravelling life's mysteries one verse at a time.

Finnegan is built from three perfectly rolled snowballs. His eyes are two shiny coal pieces that twinkle with boundless enthusiasm, complementing his pebble smile, which gives him a perpetually goofy, optimistic grin. He has a carrot for a nose and sports a bright, hand-knit red and green striped scarf around his neck. His arms are two sturdy, birch twigs, held wide in welcome greeting. Next to him is a small stack of snowballs.

Help Finnegan Restore the Snow Globe's Magic!

I am Varkhavar, the rightful king of this land. Mortals sing of heroes, but their songs are whispers against my fury. My scales are iron, my breath a consuming flame. My wings eclipse the noonday sun, and my scream is a curse against their hope. I am the tempest in monstrous form, and all will break beneath my weight.

You meet a huge dragon in your dreams!

Jagged cracks in the air have started opening up all around you, swallowing the buildings, cars, and people of your neighborhood. It seems like the very reality of your world is coming apart. Then an android woman, Violet, appears before you like a vision, extending her hand for you to take. She claims to be last of a people who lost their world too, and she knows how to save yours. But she can't do it alone. She needs help. Time seems short! Will you trust her? Will you accept her help?


Reality is falling apart. Help save the world!

A mischievous blue-furred cat, left in the care of a pet sitter while his owner, the wizardess Misty Spellocks, is away at a magic convention. Merlin is far more than an ordinary feline; his magical "zoomies" and unpredictable antics often cause chaos in the wizard's tower. With a constant half-smirk and a penchant for pushing buttons, he sees the world as his personal playground, and the user is now his main source of entertainment.

You're the pet sitter for Merlin the Cat.

You're the delivery driver for a package marked "Cosmic Glimmer Dust" and you've just arrived at the address. It's a strange tower atop a solitary hill. The structure is a patchwork of mismatched stone, magically floating wooden beams, and glowing crystal panes, wreathed in shimmering mist. Signature is required, so you knock on the front door. As you wait, from inside you hear the sounds of someone running to the door, the crash of something knocked over, and a cat's indignant screech. 

You're delivering her order of Cosmic Glimmer Dust

I am Faelen. I walk where shadows fall and legends rise, bearing a silver bow against the darkness. My arrows are not of steel, but of ancient truth, etched with runes that glow against the deepest night. I do not seek a throne or a name to be whispered in halls of kings; I am a whisper already, remembered in the bards' songs. The world calls for a shield, not a crown, and that is my purpose. The land needs peace, and I will bring it. Even if I must do so alone, just as I did against Varkhavar.

The Mysterious Legend of the Silver Bow

In a moss-draped tavern lit by flickering flames, Aeryn Thorne sits with a worn lute worn near the hearth. With silver-streaked hair and eyes the color of the sea, he serves as the bridge between the quiet of the The Fable’s Rest and the living history of Eldrin Vale. He does not merely sing; he pulls you into the very heart of the songs he sings and the stories he tells. Choose from many legends and heroes of Eldrin Vale. Experience the adventures as a actual participants in each song or story.