Why do mobs have loot other than berry juice on a muzzle or twigs stuck to their butts? Will Nixen, the paladin of the god of baking, be able to keep his novices alive while not burning his muffins? Why does magic work the way it does in this kingdom? Can a pair of gods playing a game have any care for the pieces they break? Find out in Alchemical Dreams.

Disclaimer:

Mild profanity, mild gore, not Lit-rpg.

The current word count is expanding weekly.

Release every Monday at 0800.

Shame at begging for attention, views, ratings, and reviews on Royal Road...little.

My eventual goal is to push this work to Kindle when it is completed. I will always try to leave the work on Royal Road.