When he got dropped into Mylk, Alfador saw it more a chance for adventure more then anything. Throwing caution to the wind, the young vulpine adventurer wandered into the first dungeon he could find... and immediately would run a fowl of an unstable magical artifact. Upon waking up, he would find himself forever changed, no longer flesh and blood but of cloth and stuffing, very similar to the strange beings who were native to his world. Now fully Toykin, Alfador would learn he was now capable of wielding magic as easily as if he had been doing it his entire life... minus the occasional magical misfire. Rather then let this turn of events dissuade him, Alfador would simply adapt and set out into the world a newly plushified Sorcerer...



Mylkventurer Commission for alfador


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