The Lore of Sage Iprix of the Toadstools

Born to an affluent Wizard family, Iprix wanted nothing to do with the limelight. Instead of being an active member of wizarding society at the Capital, he longed to cultivate toadstools in the countryside. As soon as he was of age, Iprix left home in the middle of the night. All he grabbed was his blue elven cloak (which was his grandfather’s, Humbog the Great’s, prized possession), his joy staff and his emerald slime pet Goygboz.

Iprix left the Capital on a full moon night and journeyed on the Omega Oxbow road until he reached Kobold’s Crossroad. From there he traveled along the outskirts of the Hedge Wizard Wood, dipping into the forest on the Carnival Pass and traversing The Fey until he arrived into a clearing at Porcrut, a tiny farming village in the remote countryside.

Even though he was of famous blood, the locals had no clue who he was—Iprix was finally free to obligations of family or society. He could start anew and be who he wanted to be. And that, by in large, was the cultivator of toadstools.

While not a hermit in demeanor (Iprix was always friendly to everyone he met in the village), the sage kept to himself and focused on harvesting the best toadstools that Porcrut has ever seen. Soon, the town was renowned for his potent potable—wizards, sorcerers, witches and mages from all around dispatched sentries to the remote township to retrieve this magical ingredient. Life was good for Iprix. He was doing what he was always meant to do, free from the expectations of being from royal wizarding blood.

This respite from the real world was shattered one morning of the winter solstice when Iprix was suddenly jarred from a deep sleep after hearing a crash of the barn door followed by the loud, guttural whinnying of a black unicorn. Iprix sprang to his feet, grabbed his cloak and staff and burst through the front door, eyes ablaze with an ancient magic he had thought was long forgotten.

But he was too late. In the distance he saw the flame of the intruder’s lantern flickered as the black unicorn galloped away. Black magic permeated the dense, foggy morning and Iprix knew that he toadstools were stolen by a dark force full of evil energy. Concerned of what this dark sorcerer was planning, Iprix knew that it was time to leave the country and to ascend to his birthright as one of the most powerful mages this world has ever known.

Iprix left the countryside, his adventure just beginning.

(Lore was crafted by niftypins with tons of help from my seven-year-old daughter Feather Wing Wind and five-year-old son Fast Shoes—they chose their web3 names!)

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