Hello Adventurers,
Thank you for getting your surveys back so quickly!
We have begun the ordering process with the factory and are locking pledges this Friday.
The tariff situation is changing every week, so we're trying to get orders landed from China as quickly as possible to limit the chaos.

According to the backer survey on our first campaign, quite a few people missed Cecil's letters in their backer updates. When the pins ship, we plan to include a link to all six of Cecil's letters so they are easy to find and read. The letters chronicle his journey up to his meeting with the Phoenix King, which concludes Part 1 of his adventure.

For now, I've included Cecil's third letter below.
Happy reading!





Hello intrepid adventurers!

Though time is of the essence for our quest, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to investigate the stories Glitter collected. I learned so much! 

The records are organized in a filing system by topics that range from feather care to heroic feats. 

It took some doing, but I discovered that the stars remember a time in the past when nightmares tried to invade the phoenix realms. Somehow, the nightmares were defeated and returned to their home. 

I had to stop my research to attend to Phoebe before I could discover exactly how. 

After she had some time to rest, she recounted being lost in her dream. Each time she tried to wake up the world would shift and blur like ink being washed away by water. She was chased by creatures that seemed to want something, but she couldn’t puzzle out what.

After seeing the effect the nightmares had on Phoebe, it was easy to convince Glitter to support our petition and join us in stopping the nightmare threat. Glitter agreed to help us recruit the other members of the Phoenix court and take our petition to the Phoenix King. 

With Phoebe able to travel again, we journeyed to the home of the Ghost Phoenix, Specter, whose spirit beacon we could see from afar. 

Specter lived in what seemed to be the remains of a forest. All around the edges of his domain were the leafless skeletons of trees. I was very curious how they came to grow in the Lunar Realm where there is no sunlight and sorely regretted leaving the records behind in the Celestial Library. 

However, as we journeyed inward, I discovered the beginnings of an answer. Along the dead branches I saw glowing blue buds forming. These eventually became luminescent canopies of leaves. It was clear that rather than thriving off of light, the trees grew by some magical source of energy. It’s hard to describe how extraordinary it is to travel down a road lit by the glow of magic trees. My sketches hardly do it justice.

As we traveled, the round, wispy bodies of Lunar Ghosts swirled about us like a school of jellyfish, glowing with blue and green light. They don’t speak on their own, but echo the most recent words they hear. Periodically, we would see a Lunar Ghost whose glow was flickering or had gone completely dim. Those voices were often unsettling. “Lost,” “Alone,” “Hungry,” and “Remember” were common words they repeated. 

After the incursions of the nightmares into our dreams and the ominous voices of the Lunar Ghosts, I certainly didn’t get much sleep on our journey to Specter’s home. The coffee and rations you provided helped keep me on my feet. 

As we journeyed through the forest, the ground sloped gently upward. At last, we arrived at a clearing with a tall hill that loomed above the glowing trees. A cobblestone path led to the top of the hill where an old, spooky mansion hunched like a raven settled on its roost.

The first thing I noticed was the top of the mansion. Resting like a gem set into a ring was a Solarium. Pale blue light shone toward the sky through the glass panels–the source of Specter’s beacon. 

As we got closer I could inspect further details: The mansion had tall, peaked roofs over the gabled windows and bird-shaped gargoyles with ferocious open beaks. On the second floor was a round, open window, and inside the window perched Specter.

As we approached the path leading up the hill, Specter gave a hoarse, crow-like caw and flew down to greet us.

It had been some time since Glitter had seen Specter. They had a lot to catch up on. They flew together with Phoebe towards the open window on the second floor.

I trudged forward on foot and was once again routed to a much-disused entry on the first floor. Phoebe met me at the door and helped route me toward the kitchen. She let me know that Specter and Glitter were holed up in Specter’s salon. 

Since we would be on our own for a while, we prepared a meal and then retired to some rooms on the second floor. 

The decor of the mansion is…unusual. For example, the foyer has a life-sized statue of an ancient phoenix whose eyes seem to follow me as I pass through the room. There are many paintings and statues of birds from hummingbirds to gryphons. Many are so life-like that I expect them to speak the moment I turn my back. Combined with my memories of the ominous voices of the Lunar Ghosts earlier in the day, the effect is unnerving. Still, the room I’m writing to you from is quite comfortable, and I was able to relocate the owl sculpture to the closet. 

I have been assured that wards around the house will prevent nightmares from getting in, so I’m looking forward to finally getting some sleep. Phoebe says that Specter is aware of the nightmare incursion into this realm and will have some details to share once he and Glitter are finished discussing royal business. However, once I wake, I also plan to get into the Solarium to find the source of the magical beacon. 

Your steadfast emissary,

Greetings Adventurers!

Just a quick heads up that most of you should have received your Pintopia Backerkit Survey from us sent to the inbox of your email account associated with Backerkit! The email will look like this:

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Lastly, Cecil has a few more letters for you that will conclude Part 1 of his story.

Thank you all again for your patience and support! We can't wait to start production on the phoenixes.  If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to reach out to us!

Adventurers,
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Have a magical weekend!

Hello Adventurers!

It has been a whirlwind of a campaign, and we can't thank you all enough! If you've been following along with the campaign updates, you know that Cecil has been busy recruiting all of the Phoenixes. While he's on his journey, we wanted to share this update. 

We've got just under 24 hours left in the campaign and we're so close to our stretch goal of the Nightmare Cat variant!


As of this writing, we're only 29 backers away from unlocking this pin! Remember, anyone who backs at the $45 level or above will get this pin for free!

If you haven't gotten the chance to back yet, here is the link for you: Magic and Mischief - Epic Phoenix Enamel Pins - BackerKit ! Let's get this pin unlocked together!

Hello intrepid adventurers!

What an eventful day it has been! The Celestial Library where Glitter, the Galaxy Phoenix makes their home is everything I hoped it would be and more! 

But I am getting ahead of myself! First, I must explain my encounter with the nightmare threat.

It happened while I was sleeping. This may seem obvious in retrospect given the nature of our foe, but at the time, gentle adventurer, I was very surprised!

The Moon Phoenix, Phoebe, and I had settled down to sleep at the edge of Glitter’s domain after feasting on the delightful rations you provided us. 

I was dreaming of lunar sheep when I felt myself overwhelmed with a sense of dread.

The dream sheep began to change, their forms blurring and dripping like ink spilled from a well. Their bleating took on an unearthly tone. I got the sense they were trying to communicate, but could not decipher a message from their thoughts. Through all this, I felt a deep certainty that I mustn’t let their inky forms touch me.

I awoke buffeted by wings. It was Glitter! 

They were at the top of their tower listening to the stories of the stars when they heard a cry from Phoebe. They went searching for the source and found our camp encircled by nightmares. Glitter drove off the nightmares with a hearty song, but Phoebe did not awaken. I, on the other hand, was shaken, but otherwise in good health.

 Glitter seemed confident that they could help Phoebe, but we needed to get her to the tower. After packing up our camp, we began our trip.

The tower wasn’t far, but the trip was difficult carrying Phoebe. Her feathers were warm and soft, glowing faintly in the darkness. She’s not a baby phoenix but seems small compared to adults like Glitter. This was fortunate as I would not have been able to carry her otherwise. 

Yet again, the supplies you provided for our journey were invaluable. I wrapped Phoebe in a blanket and used a rope to secure her to my chest. Both were items you provided from your realm. The blanket is a material called “fleece” that is soft on her feathers. The rope is incredibly lightweight but surprisingly strong “paracord” material. This makeshift sling made the journey easier as it left my hands free to use my walking stick as we crossed the hilly terrain.

Glitter was very concerned for Phoebe and checked on her frequently throughout our walk. They seemed to think we would all be in trouble if they couldn’t wake her.

My worry for Phoebe was so great that when we arrived I almost could not appreciate the Celestial Library where Glitter makes their home. It appears from afar as a ramshackle tower. (Some might call it a “Wizard’s Tower,” though I assure you that Wizards make their homes in all sorts of structures.) However, instead of a roof, there is a giant nest where Glitter listens to the stories of the stars.

The ground floor entrance was in disrepair for, as Glitter sheepishly explained, they rarely get visitors without wings. It was challenging for me to get around the tower as there was no staircase, merely a landing platform on each floor. However, Glitter was able to whip up a moving platform to transport me from floor to floor. 

Galaxy magic is quite fascinating! Glitter is able to weave various story threads together like a tapestry to build a spell. The stories of the stars appear to be in an epic poem type formula and many of them are songs. The wide range of tones Glitter is able to produce surely helps with their spell making. My croaky singing voice is not much to write home about so I expect that Galaxy magic is not in the stars for this humble wizard.

But you are of course worried about Phoebe!

With the help of the platforms, we brought Phoebe to the top of the tower, just below Glitter’s nest. There is a complex device there made of concentric rings with a ball in the center. Glitter uses this to make records of the stories they learn from the stars. The records are stored not as books, but as globes that hang suspended by magic throughout the various floors of the tower.

After consulting with globes from several different floors, Glitter was able to construct a story that they hoped would wake Phoebe. It was built from a story about the nightmare realm, a story of a princess who had gotten lost far from home, a story of a hero defeating a great monster, and the story of a shepherd who vowed to win the heart of his true love by counting every lunar sheep. 

Glitter wove threads from all these tales together to craft a waking spell for Phoebe. And it worked!

Phoebe opened her eyes. She was disoriented but unharmed. 

We are giving her some time to rest before we press her about her experience.

While we wait, Glitter has let me loose in the library. I’m so excited I have barely managed to dash off this letter to you before I go wandering amongst the shelves! I have so many questions: What kind of sorting system is in place? What types of stories do the stars tell? 

I expect to report back to you the answers to these questions along with an update on how Phoebe is recovering. 

As always, I am incredibly grateful for your support as we continue this journey. I hope these letters help you understand the vital part you play in our quest as we would surely fail without you.

Your faithful emissary,