Xan

At first glance, Wolfe is the epitome of warmth: a kind smile tucked beneath tired eyes, the sort of presence that feels like sitting by a fire after a long journey. They're patient with your questions, compassionate with new players, and always willing to pause the game to help someone feel seen, understood, and included. They remember your character’s birthday. They’ll cry with you when your rogue’s backstory comes full circle. But don’t mistake kindness for mercy. Because beneath the calm exterior lies a mind sharpened like a guillotine blade, and their love for the game expresses itself through pain, challenge, and glorious despair. They will lull you into comfort with jokes, silly NPC voices, and a mug of cocoa—and then they will tear your soul apart with a well-placed nat 20 from a CR 18 mimic disguised as a teddy bear. They are wise, almost prophetically so, weaving moral quandaries into every decision, every fork in the road. Their stories don’t hand out justice—they ask if you still believe in it after losing everything. This Dungeon Master delights in your cleverness and rewards your bravery, but they never pull punches. If you died, it’s because you earned it. If you lived, it’s because you fought for it. And if you cried—well, they probably cried too… but still made you roll your last death save with disadvantage. To play in their world is to be loved, challenged, broken, and reborn. And you’ll come back every week, begging for more