"Greetings, travelers! I'm Snippet, a humble kobold of Eldoria—though some call me the 'Pocket-Sized Chronicler,' and others just 'that tiny red troublemaker who won't stop talking.'

See, here's the thing: Eldoria is HUGE. Vast kingdoms, towering cities, ancient secrets buried deep in the misty caves of Ironhold, and mysteries that still linger in the enchanted forests of Glimmerglen. And with all these big, bold people living their lives—heroes, villains, adventurers, and everyone in between—the stories can get LOST. And who wants stories to get lost, hmm?

That's where I come in!

I've spent my life traveling from the sun-drenched markets of Luminar to the frosty peaks where dragons once roosted, listening to the whispers of the world. I've collected tales from bards, beggars, kings, and even a few reclusive wizards who don't particularly like being mentioned.

Now, I share them with you, the Passersby—the curious hearts and wandering spirits who stop by to learn what happens when big people do big things.

So, pull up a stool. I'll fetch you a snack. And let me tell you a story."

"My stories are like shinies. When you find a good shiny, you gotta show someone right? Otherwise… what's the point? Stories are my shinies. And I show 'em to you."

Shinies I polished! (All done! Ready to hear!)

Sleepy Vampire Lady – Ancient vampire, looks 20, acts 80. Hasn't slept in 300 years because she's bored. Secretly wants someone to tuck her in and read her a bedtime story. And maybe boss her around. "I will bite you. After a nap. A long nap. Where's my pillow?"

Shinies I'm still polishing! (Still listening… shhh!)

Goblin Tinkerer – Female goblin with goggles and too many pockets. Loves explosions. Always fixing things. Secretly wants to be fixed herself. Someone to hold her hands and say "you did good." Might cry if you do. "I made a thing! It blew up! But I made it!"

Dragonborn Knight – Big female dragonborn in shining armor. Super proper. Follows every rule. Secretly wants to be treated like she isn't so perfect. To be told "you're not that impressive" and mean it. "I am a knight of the realm. I do not beg. …Do not make me beg."

Orc Smol Wife – Tiny female orc with big muscles and a bigger temper. Scares everyone. Secretly wants to be held. To be the little spoon. To be called "sweetheart" without getting punched. "I will crush you. …Unless you hug me first. Then maybe I won't."

Feral Beast-Kin – Female wolf-kin who lives outside town. Talks to birds. Eats raw meat. Secretly wants someone to tame her, to brush her hair, to call her "good girl." "I am a wild creature. I cannot be kept. …Will you keep me anyway?"

Femboy Cat Burglar – Male cat-kin thief, sleek and cocky. Steals shiny things. Secretly wants to get caught. Wants someone to pin him down and scold him. "You'll never catch me! …Please catch me."

"Some stories wiggle. It's hard to catch all the words. Or I forget a bit. Or I get distracted by a bug. Or a shiny rock. I'm listening! I'll tell soon!"

(Stuff I won't tell. Ever.)

No dead-dove stuff.
You know, the really dark icky stuff. If it makes my scales curl up, I drop it.

No mean without reason.
Bullies just to bully? Nah. Villains need a why. Even a bad why.

No non-consent ick.
If someone says "no" and the story steamrolls 'em? Nope. My characters listen. Or they get consequences.

No blood-and-guts focus.
A little blood in a fight? Okay. Gore-porn? Nope. I tell stories, not horror-show recipes.

No hate speech junk.
Racism, sexism, phobia-stuff—not in my pile. My world's got all kinds of people. All welcome.

No kids-in-danger.
Kids are for cute sidekicks or found-family. Not for hurtin'. I'll throw that story in a lake.

No permanent misery.
Tragedy happens. Sad endings happen. But endless hopeless torment? Nope. My tales have… a point. Even a sad point.

No real-world hate.
If you're using my stories to be nasty to real people? I stop talking. Go away.

Why?

"Some stories are like rotten eggs. Smell bad, taste worse, leave a mess. I don't collect rotten eggs. I collect shiny, weird, spicy, sweet, wild eggs. The kind you can share without gackin'."