Outbound Chemistry: Metal, Water, Wood, Fire, Earth? But What About H+

"Well listen here, ya mangly, loose-limbed sack o' rusted nails, ya half-chewed boot sole, ya flea-bitten chunk o' last week's stew—so ya want to hear 'bout Outbounds, eh?



Let me set it straight fer yer soggy brains: yer standing ankle-deep in the foulest muck-pit at the edge of what we call civilization. This ain’t no pretty kingdom with flowery fields or silk-assed nobles prancin' around. Nah, this here’s the barren dumps, the arse-end of this trash-ass continent. Ain’t nothing grows but regret, and even that shrivels quick.



Outbound Territory, it's called. But don't let the fancy name fool ya—it's just the leftover bones where the scavengers roam free. The only law here is whatever you can carve outta someone else's hide. Folks come here thinkin' it's freedom, but freedom here means no one cares if ya live, die, or turn inta feed for the crawlies underfoot.



And the Outbounds themselves? Aye, they're somethin' special—wanderers, outcasts, and worse, pushin' farther than anyone sane dares ta go. Some say they’re lookin' for somethin', others say they're runnin' from it. All I know is once ya cross that line, ya ain't comin' back whole. Ya go too far, ya lose yerself, piece by bloody piece.



So, if that's yer path, then tread careful, hero—cause whatever ya choose, just know this: yer always gonna be outta bounds."



-- Innkeeper



In a world where mages command the five noble elements—metal, water, wood, fire, and earth—Invoketus "Vokey" of the prestigious Clan of Invokers was born with a... slight problem. Instead of summoning roaring fireballs, he makes hydrogen pop. Instead of raising mountains of earth, he gets... ethylene glycol?



Banished for his laughably impractical "magic," Vokey is exiled to the Outbound Territory, a wasteland where a witty retort is more likely to get you stabbed than a meal. His only guide? A magical tome that looks suspiciously like a college chemistry textbook, magically implanted in his head.



Outbound Fantasy asks the important questions: What happens when a LitRPG system is less about stats and more about stoichiometry? How do you survive bloodthirsty scavengers when your most powerful "spell" is knowing the difference between an alkane and an alkene? Armed with a talent for sarcastic complaints and a growing understanding of covalent bonds, Vokey must navigate a brutal world and figure out if there's any practical use for knowing the pH of dragon's blood.



It’s a comedic adventure about a mage discovering that the path to redemption—and maybe even god-like power—is paved with atomic numbers, unstable compounds, and the dawning realization that the ability to turn water into rocket fuel might just be the most overpowered magic of all.