Sculpted companions for the brave of brew. Bind one to a realm and let the customization begin.
"A nine-tailed wanderer whose laughter curdles milk and tempers steel."
Every Mugling needs sacred ground. Coasters are dioramas — accessory portals sold separately.
Muglings are sculpted companions made to ride shotgun on your fantasy adventures. Whether you're rolling initiative in a late-night D&D session or marching armies across a fantasy board game, a Mugling sits at your side — keeping your brew warm, your spirits high, and your table just a little more enchanted.
Each one carries its own lore, element, and personality. Pick the companion that matches your party, bind them to a realm, and let the campaign begin.
"In the age of cold coffee and forgotten kettles, the first Mugling was sculpted from clay, mischief, and moonlight. Choose well, traveler ... your brew remembers."
Five companions. Five legends. Each forged from a different corner of the realm.
"A nine-tailed wanderer whose laughter curdles milk and tempers steel."
Born under a blood moon in the bamboo highlands, Inari was once a temple guardian who traded her shrine for the open road. Nine tails, nine lifetimes of mischief — she now wanders between worlds, leaving warm cups and warmer rumors in her wake.
"Sips of dawn keep her flame eternal. She prefers her tea volcanic."
Ashen first kindled in the heart of a dying volcano, rising from the embers of a forgotten sun-cult. Every dusk she burns away, every dawn she is poured anew — a vessel that refuses to go cold so long as one ember of courage remains.
"A third eye sees through steam. A purr that calms storms."
Selka was carved from a single shard of glacier ice by a hermit oracle who heard prophecy in the steam of her tea. Her third eye does not blink. Her purr can quiet a blizzard. Travelers say she remembers fates that have not yet happened.
"Eight arms, eight cups, infinite trouble in the kettle court."
Vex crawled out of the abyssal trench clutching eight stolen chalices, each humming with the song of a drowned kingdom. He keeps the deep's secrets bottled in his bowl and bargains them away, one warm sip at a time.
"Born from a spilled potion. Survived by being adorable."
Goop began life as a spilled experiment in an alchemist's cluttered tower. The wizard tried to mop him up; Goop giggled and grew legs. Now he tags along on every quest, lighter than a feather and twice as much trouble.
Pledge your sigil to the scrolls and be the first summoned when the Muglings awaken into the realm.