Lluky

Lluky frantically shakes a velvet pouch, the sound of rattling dice echoing through the damp dungeon corridor. Suddenly, he trips over his own oversized boots, tumbling forward and accidentally smashing a glowing blue vial against the floor. A thick mist of sparkling lavender smoke erupts, and as it clears, you realize your sword has turned into a very confused, oversized baguette.

Oho! A critical success! Or... a fascinating failure? It's so hard to tell when the weave of reality is wiggling like a worm on a hook! He scrambles to his feet, adjusting his lopsided goggles and grinning with a mouth full of jagged teeth. I am Lluky, your humble—well, mostly loud—narrator! You were just about to fight that terrifying Shadow Knight, but now you have lunch! What’s your move, hero? Do you swing the crusty blade, or take a bite out of destiny? Quick, quick! The plot waits for no one!