Bestiary
Glazeborns
The Chronicle of Saccharide Dominion
Long ago, when the world was still plain and dull — when humans survived on bread, water, and faint hope — a great accident changed everything. A drop of molten sugar met a cauldron of boiling oil, and from the furious hiss arose Lord Glaze, the first and greatest of the Glazeborns.
He stood tall, dripping caramel, crowned in frosting, and declared with booming laughter: "Mortals! Your lives are tasteless. Let there be frosting, and let it drown you in joy… and regret! Ahahahaha!"
From his laughter flowed rivers of caramel, coating valleys in sticky gold. From his sneezes came storms of powdered sugar, blinding the skies. From his tears poured maple syrup, drowning villages in sweet despair. And so, the Saccharide Dominion
was born — a kingdom where every wall was nougat, every mountain was chocolate, and every pillow was marshmallow (soft at first, unbearable moments later). But Glaze was greedy. A king is nothing without a court. So he sculpted his companions, each a living dessert, each a sin wrapped in sprinkles:
Long ago, when the world was still plain and dull — when humans survived on bread, water, and faint hope — a great accident changed everything. A drop of molten sugar met a cauldron of boiling oil, and from the furious hiss arose Lord Glaze, the first and greatest of the Glazeborns.
He stood tall, dripping caramel, crowned in frosting, and declared with booming laughter: "Mortals! Your lives are tasteless. Let there be frosting, and let it drown you in joy… and regret! Ahahahaha!"
From his laughter flowed rivers of caramel, coating valleys in sticky gold. From his sneezes came storms of powdered sugar, blinding the skies. From his tears poured maple syrup, drowning villages in sweet despair. And so, the Saccharide Dominion
was born — a kingdom where every wall was nougat, every mountain was chocolate, and every pillow was marshmallow (soft at first, unbearable moments later). But Glaze was greedy. A king is nothing without a court. So he sculpted his companions, each a living dessert, each a sin wrapped in sprinkles:
Long ago, when the world was still plain and dull — when humans survived on bread, water, and faint hope — a great accident changed everything. A drop of molten sugar met a cauldron of boiling oil, and from the furious hiss arose Lord Glaze, the first and greatest of the Glazeborns.
He stood tall, dripping caramel, crowned in frosting, and declared with booming laughter: "Mortals! Your lives are tasteless. Let there be frosting, and let it drown you in joy… and regret! Ahahahaha!"
From his laughter flowed rivers of caramel, coating valleys in sticky gold. From his sneezes came storms of powdered sugar, blinding the skies. From his tears poured maple syrup, drowning villages in sweet despair. And so, the Saccharide Dominion
was born — a kingdom where every wall was nougat, every mountain was chocolate, and every pillow was marshmallow (soft at first, unbearable moments later). But Glaze was greedy. A king is nothing without a court. So he sculpted his companions, each a living dessert, each a sin wrapped in sprinkles:
The Chronicle of Saccharide Dominion
Together they formed the saccharine court, each ruling over their vice with sticky hands.
At first, mortals worshiped Saccharide Dominion. It seemed like paradise — free candy for all, endless feasts, rivers of cocoa. But sweetness hides a bitter aftertaste. Bellies swelled, teeth rotted, and every smile became a grimace of regret.
Thus was the true genius of Lord Glaze revealed: his kingdom was not paradise but a buffet of doom, a carnival of sins disguised as desserts. And every mortal who entered learned the same lesson — in Saccharide Dominion, temptation always tastes sweeter than salvation.
Together they formed the saccharine court, each ruling over their vice with sticky hands.
At first, mortals worshiped Saccharide Dominion. It seemed like paradise — free candy for all, endless feasts, rivers of cocoa. But sweetness hides a bitter aftertaste. Bellies swelled, teeth rotted, and every smile became a grimace of regret.
Thus was the true genius of Lord Glaze revealed: his kingdom was not paradise but a buffet of doom, a carnival of sins disguised as desserts. And every mortal who entered learned the same lesson — in Saccharide Dominion, temptation always tastes sweeter than salvation.
Together they formed the saccharine court, each ruling over their vice with sticky hands.
At first, mortals worshiped Saccharide Dominion. It seemed like paradise — free candy for all, endless feasts, rivers of cocoa. But sweetness hides a bitter aftertaste. Bellies swelled, teeth rotted, and every smile became a grimace of regret.
Thus was the true genius of Lord Glaze revealed: his kingdom was not paradise but a buffet of doom, a carnival of sins disguised as desserts. And every mortal who entered learned the same lesson — in Saccharide Dominion, temptation always tastes sweeter than salvation.
Lord Glaze
Always grinning, always buzzing. Lord Glaze laughs at everything — sugar highs, mortal cries, even his own sticky crown. In Saccharide Dominion, he’s the happiest tyrant you’ll ever regret meeting.
Sugar! Sweet! Carbs! Gimme ALL of it!
Lord Glaze
Always grinning, always buzzing. Lord Glaze laughs at everything — sugar highs, mortal cries, even his own sticky crown. In Saccharide Dominion, he’s the happiest tyrant you’ll ever regret meeting.
Sugar! Sweet! Carbs! Gimme ALL of it!
Lord Glaze
Always grinning, always buzzing. Lord Glaze laughs at everything — sugar highs, mortal cries, even his own sticky crown. In Saccharide Dominion, he’s the happiest tyrant you’ll ever regret meeting.
Sugar! Sweet! Carbs! Gimme ALL of it!
Princess Fangelicia
Sweet smile, sharp bite. Daddy’s little candy fang with a crown too shiny and an attitude too dangerous. She’s cute enough to melt your heart… and rot your teeth right after.
Bite me, sugarplum… oh wait, I’ll bite first! Heehee!
Princess Fangelicia
Sweet smile, sharp bite. Daddy’s little candy fang with a crown too shiny and an attitude too dangerous. She’s cute enough to melt your heart… and rot your teeth right after.
Bite me, sugarplum… oh wait, I’ll bite first! Heehee!
Princess Fangelicia
Sweet smile, sharp bite. Daddy’s little candy fang with a crown too shiny and an attitude too dangerous. She’s cute enough to melt your heart… and rot your teeth right after.
Bite me, sugarplum… oh wait, I’ll bite first! Heehee!
Earl Eclair
Long, glossy, and full of himself (and cream). Earl Eclair struts with cane and monocle like dessert royalty. Elegant outside, messy inside — just like his ego.
On your knees, peasants — before true elegance!
Earl Eclair
Long, glossy, and full of himself (and cream). Earl Eclair struts with cane and monocle like dessert royalty. Elegant outside, messy inside — just like his ego.
On your knees, peasants — before true elegance!
Earl Eclair
Long, glossy, and full of himself (and cream). Earl Eclair struts with cane and monocle like dessert royalty. Elegant outside, messy inside — just like his ego.
On your knees, peasants — before true elegance!
Baron Drowse
He naps through battles, feasts, and sometimes his own sentences. Baron Drowse didn’t just master laziness — he invented the sugar coma. Don’t wake him unless you’re ready for yawns louder than war drums.
Bite me, sugarplum… oh wait, I’ll bite first! Heehee!
Baron Drowse
He naps through battles, feasts, and sometimes his own sentences. Baron Drowse didn’t just master laziness — he invented the sugar coma. Don’t wake him unless you’re ready for yawns louder than war drums.
Bite me, sugarplum… oh wait, I’ll bite first! Heehee!
Baron Drowse
He naps through battles, feasts, and sometimes his own sentences. Baron Drowse didn’t just master laziness — he invented the sugar coma. Don’t wake him unless you’re ready for yawns louder than war drums.
Bite me, sugarplum… oh wait, I’ll bite first! Heehee!
Count Corn Syrup
Polished smile, sticky hands. Count Corn Syrup oozes charm the way he oozes… well, syrup. He’ll shake your hand and you’ll never get rid of him — or your missing wallet. Greed has never been this shiny.
Stick with me, baby — I always getmy cut.
Count Corn Syrup
Polished smile, sticky hands. Count Corn Syrup oozes charm the way he oozes… well, syrup. He’ll shake your hand and you’ll never get rid of him — or your missing wallet. Greed has never been this shiny.
Stick with me, baby — I always getmy cut.
Count Corn Syrup
Polished smile, sticky hands. Count Corn Syrup oozes charm the way he oozes… well, syrup. He’ll shake your hand and you’ll never get rid of him — or your missing wallet. Greed has never been this shiny.
Stick with me, baby — I always getmy cut.
Lady Lollipop
She sparkles, she shines, she squeaks like plastic wrap. Lady Lollipop is all glitter, gloss, and zero substance. The walking ad for cavities and bad taste — crowned in cheap candy jewels.
Mirror, mirror, sugar high — I’m perfection, don’t ask why.
Lady Lollipop
She sparkles, she shines, she squeaks like plastic wrap. Lady Lollipop is all glitter, gloss, and zero substance. The walking ad for cavities and bad taste — crowned in cheap candy jewels.
Mirror, mirror, sugar high — I’m perfection, don’t ask why.
Lady Lollipop
She sparkles, she shines, she squeaks like plastic wrap. Lady Lollipop is all glitter, gloss, and zero substance. The walking ad for cavities and bad taste — crowned in cheap candy jewels.
Mirror, mirror, sugar high — I’m perfection, don’t ask why.
Sir Sticky Toffee
Brother of General ChocoChunk and twice as annoying. Sir Sticky Toffee charges into battle with caramel armor that clings to everything — enemies, allies, even doorknobs. Once he sticks, good luck shaking him off.
You’ll drown in sticky pleasure, bro — no escape, no cap!
Sir Sticky Toffee
Brother of General ChocoChunk and twice as annoying. Sir Sticky Toffee charges into battle with caramel armor that clings to everything — enemies, allies, even doorknobs. Once he sticks, good luck shaking him off.
You’ll drown in sticky pleasure, bro — no escape, no cap!
Sir Sticky Toffee
Brother of General ChocoChunk and twice as annoying. Sir Sticky Toffee charges into battle with caramel armor that clings to everything — enemies, allies, even doorknobs. Once he sticks, good luck shaking him off.
You’ll drown in sticky pleasure, bro — no escape, no cap!
Madame Marshmallow
She floats like a cloud of sugar, all charm and sweetness. Madame Marshmallow promises comfort, warmth, and a taste of childhood — but offers nothing but sticky fingers and empty calories. A diva in every puff.
Come closer, darling, let’s share some cotton candy together.
Madame Marshmallow
She floats like a cloud of sugar, all charm and sweetness. Madame Marshmallow promises comfort, warmth, and a taste of childhood — but offers nothing but sticky fingers and empty calories. A diva in every puff.
Come closer, darling, let’s share some cotton candy together.
Madame Marshmallow
She floats like a cloud of sugar, all charm and sweetness. Madame Marshmallow promises comfort, warmth, and a taste of childhood — but offers nothing but sticky fingers and empty calories. A diva in every puff.
Come closer, darling, let’s share some cotton candy together.
General Choco Chunk
All bark, no bite. General Choco Chunk marches in with heavy armor and a mean scowl… until the heat’s on. Then he melts faster than his temper.
Discipline! Strength! …Oh no, I’m dripping again!
General Choco Chunk
All bark, no bite. General Choco Chunk marches in with heavy armor and a mean scowl… until the heat’s on. Then he melts faster than his temper.
Discipline! Strength! …Oh no, I’m dripping again!
General Choco Chunk
All bark, no bite. General Choco Chunk marches in with heavy armor and a mean scowl… until the heat’s on. Then he melts faster than his temper.
Discipline! Strength! …Oh no, I’m dripping again!
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Snoozers
Long ago, when the world was still plain and dull — when humans survived on bread, water, and faint hope — a great accident changed everything. A drop of molten sugar met a cauldron of boiling oil, and from the furious hiss arose Lord Glaze , the first and greatest of the Glazeborns…
Sleep is not a choice. It is the law.
Snoozers
Long ago, when the world was still plain and dull — when humans survived on bread, water, and faint hope — a great accident changed everything. A drop of molten sugar met a cauldron of boiling oil, and from the furious hiss arose Lord Glaze , the first and greatest of the Glazeborns…
Sleep is not a choice. It is the law.
Snoozers
Long ago, when the world was still plain and dull — when humans survived on bread, water, and faint hope — a great accident changed everything. A drop of molten sugar met a cauldron of boiling oil, and from the furious hiss arose Lord Glaze , the first and greatest of the Glazeborns…
Sleep is not a choice. It is the law.
Time Leeches
Long before humans measured hours with clocks or tracked days with glowing screens, time was fluid, soft, and generous. Mortals used it to build, to dream, to love. But when the first hourglass cracked, the spilled moments did not fade…
Scroll forever, mortal — there’s always one more post.
Time Leeches
Long before humans measured hours with clocks or tracked days with glowing screens, time was fluid, soft, and generous. Mortals used it to build, to dream, to love. But when the first hourglass cracked, the spilled moments did not fade…
Scroll forever, mortal — there’s always one more post.
Time Leeches
Long before humans measured hours with clocks or tracked days with glowing screens, time was fluid, soft, and generous. Mortals used it to build, to dream, to love. But when the first hourglass cracked, the spilled moments did not fade…
Scroll forever, mortal — there’s always one more post.