Blyx started early as an ambitious wayfarer, a curious one too. From
the time she was little to adulthood she gathered with a crowd known as
the Foulwings, a rebellious group of pixies who were always involved in
shenanigans. Blyx was quite silver-tongued, so an agreement with the
local innkeeper allowed them to base their operations out of Fey Inn.
As time passed the Foulwings began to disappear, fewer and fewer showed.
Blyx believed this to be related to something they might have ransacked,
but there were too many incidents to remember which one it was. Someone
or something was after them, whatever it was. The last three Foulwings
set out on a quest to find their missing comrades. Evidence led them to
the darker lands of Acadia, but the pixies traversed through with joy of
having unlocked a new area altogether.
A strange mist led them to a signpost that read, "East, Fey Inn. West,
Spriggan Hill. South, E SI OOD." Some of the letters had been clawed
through. This place use to be familiar to them, but now it was charred
and corrupted, dead. About this time a bloodcurdling scream came from
the dead trees near them, and the flapping of large wings sounded, and
soon they were in the shadow of a dragon. Entrails filled the air as
the beast clutched it's claw, and the remaining two ran for cover behind
some fallen debris the dragon caused, plotting with laughter. The beast
shook the ground as it landed and reared back for a poisonous blast that
eradicated anything in it's path. The two pixies survived longer than
they should, and somewhere among clamor and clanking, and their skilled
dodging proficiencies, Blyx found herself tumbling into a fuzzy-looking
portal headfirst, hearing nothing but "Don't worry! I got this!".
Here is a tiny pixie that has skin the color of freshly wilted irises,
a pale violet that makes her Fey beauty glow. Long white tresses hide
a band of snowy leaves that crowns her head with four purplish thorns
protruding up from her wintry hair like horns. Encircling her eyes is
a mauve eyeshadow that matches her glossy lips, and her smile seems to
be locked in a trance of happiness and mirth. She has extensions that
are claw-like found evenly spaced in single digits around her purplish
wings. Her fingernails have curved a bit at the end from having grown.
out. Blyx oddly has the same demeanor she did when you first met her.