A small, meek-looking figure has entered the tavern, wearing a heavy hood and boots
The young boy is sitting at a table. He frowns at the figure, eye twitching slightly.
The figure walks towards them
He looks down at his menu, pretending to be distracted.
The figure easily tells that they are pretending, and sits next to the person, saying "Ya new here?"
He frowns. “Yes. I just came across this place.”
"Ah"
“Who are you?”
"The One Who Lurks"
He raises an eyebrow. “I’ll call you Towel. Towl. Towel. Yeah. I’m Bugg.”
They frowns, "I'll strongly suggest that you'd don't'd that."
“Or what?” He asks, meeting their gaze for a second before starting to move his gaze around the room. His eyes are strange. While his body is childish and his movements seem to be that of a child, his eyes are filled with coldness, they flicker around the room, showing no humanity. “Heh. I’m just joking. What should I call you?”
"I have many names"
“So… tell me one?” His body remains cheerful despite the fact that most would be annoyed in this situation.
"Why?"
“It’s quite rude to not give someone a name. If you do not, I will be forced to address you as Towel.”
"Taularmil"
“Hello, Taularmil. I believe I already told you my name. Have you been here long?”
"I grew up here"
“Hm. Interesting. I grew up… not far. Alschat. It was rather famous a while ago, attacked by wooden puppets.”
"Ah, tragic."
“Nobody died. They weren’t very powerful. Although some say that the puppets are still around, still hunting.” He chuckles. “Puppets. Awful strange horror story, eh?”
"Yes, there are worse"
*Is it okay if my character robs yours? or attempts to?*
*sure.*
“You heard any stories that you’d like to tell?”
"I heard stories. I don't want to share them."
Slight of hand, the lowest I can roll is 25, 20
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
A small, meek-looking figure has entered the tavern, wearing a heavy hood and boots
The young boy is sitting at a table. He frowns at the figure, eye twitching slightly.
The figure walks towards them
He looks down at his menu, pretending to be distracted.
The figure easily tells that they are pretending, and sits next to the person, saying "Ya new here?"
He frowns. “Yes. I just came across this place.”
"Ah"
“Who are you?”
"The One Who Lurks"
He raises an eyebrow. “I’ll call you Towel. Towl. Towel. Yeah. I’m Bugg.”
They frowns, "I'll strongly suggest that you'd don't'd that."
“Or what?” He asks, meeting their gaze for a second before starting to move his gaze around the room. His eyes are strange. While his body is childish and his movements seem to be that of a child, his eyes are filled with coldness, they flicker around the room, showing no humanity. “Heh. I’m just joking. What should I call you?”
"I have many names"
“So… tell me one?” His body remains cheerful despite the fact that most would be annoyed in this situation.
"Why?"
“It’s quite rude to not give someone a name. If you do not, I will be forced to address you as Towel.”
"Taularmil"
“Hello, Taularmil. I believe I already told you my name. Have you been here long?”
"I grew up here"
“Hm. Interesting. I grew up… not far. Alschat. It was rather famous a while ago, attacked by wooden puppets.”
"Ah, tragic."
“Nobody died. They weren’t very powerful. Although some say that the puppets are still around, still hunting.” He chuckles. “Puppets. Awful strange horror story, eh?”
"Yes, there are worse"
*Is it okay if my character robs yours? or attempts to?*
*sure.*
“You heard any stories that you’d like to tell?”
"I heard stories. I don't want to share them."
Slight of hand, the lowest I can roll is 25, 33
While the eyes flicker around, you manage to slip into the boy’s pocket. No money there, only a simple bloodstained dagger, and a small box that seems to have things crawling around inside of it.
A small, meek-looking figure has entered the tavern, wearing a heavy hood and boots
The young boy is sitting at a table. He frowns at the figure, eye twitching slightly.
The figure walks towards them
He looks down at his menu, pretending to be distracted.
The figure easily tells that they are pretending, and sits next to the person, saying "Ya new here?"
He frowns. “Yes. I just came across this place.”
"Ah"
“Who are you?”
"The One Who Lurks"
He raises an eyebrow. “I’ll call you Towel. Towl. Towel. Yeah. I’m Bugg.”
They frowns, "I'll strongly suggest that you'd don't'd that."
“Or what?” He asks, meeting their gaze for a second before starting to move his gaze around the room. His eyes are strange. While his body is childish and his movements seem to be that of a child, his eyes are filled with coldness, they flicker around the room, showing no humanity. “Heh. I’m just joking. What should I call you?”
"I have many names"
“So… tell me one?” His body remains cheerful despite the fact that most would be annoyed in this situation.
"Why?"
“It’s quite rude to not give someone a name. If you do not, I will be forced to address you as Towel.”
"Taularmil"
“Hello, Taularmil. I believe I already told you my name. Have you been here long?”
"I grew up here"
“Hm. Interesting. I grew up… not far. Alschat. It was rather famous a while ago, attacked by wooden puppets.”
"Ah, tragic."
“Nobody died. They weren’t very powerful. Although some say that the puppets are still around, still hunting.” He chuckles. “Puppets. Awful strange horror story, eh?”
"Yes, there are worse"
*Is it okay if my character robs yours? or attempts to?*
*sure.*
“You heard any stories that you’d like to tell?”
"I heard stories. I don't want to share them."
Slight of hand, the lowest I can roll is 25, 33
While the eyes flicker around, you manage to slip into the boy’s pocket. No money there, only a simple bloodstained dagger, and a small box that seems to have things crawling around inside of it.
They take the small box, and nothing else
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
“Too horrifying?” The boy asks, a bit of mocking in his face.
"I prefer not to let you, because you don't want to know"
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
“Too horrifying?” The boy asks, a bit of mocking in his face.
"I prefer not to let you, because you don't want to know"
“Right, then. I believe you. I probably couldn’t handle that.”
"Did I ever say that?"
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
“Too horrifying?” The boy asks, a bit of mocking in his face.
"I prefer not to let you, because you don't want to know"
“Right, then. I believe you. I probably couldn’t handle that.”
"Did I ever say that?"
“Does it matter?”
"Yes"
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
“Too horrifying?” The boy asks, a bit of mocking in his face.
"I prefer not to let you, because you don't want to know"
“Right, then. I believe you. I probably couldn’t handle that.”
"Did I ever say that?"
“Does it matter?”
"Yes"
“Hm, okay. Why?”
"Because the reason I don't want to tell you, if I don't want you to know who I am"
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
“Too horrifying?” The boy asks, a bit of mocking in his face.
"I prefer not to let you, because you don't want to know"
“Right, then. I believe you. I probably couldn’t handle that.”
"Did I ever say that?"
“Does it matter?”
"Yes"
“Hm, okay. Why?”
"Because the reason I don't want to tell you, if I don't want you to know who I am"
“I don’t really care. You’re a schemer, eh? Maybe I am too.”
"Good thing that I don't either"
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
“Too horrifying?” The boy asks, a bit of mocking in his face.
"I prefer not to let you, because you don't want to know"
“Right, then. I believe you. I probably couldn’t handle that.”
"Did I ever say that?"
“Does it matter?”
"Yes"
“Hm, okay. Why?”
"Because the reason I don't want to tell you, if I don't want you to know who I am"
“I don’t really care. You’re a schemer, eh? Maybe I am too.”
"Good thing that I don't either"
“Your words are unclear. I’m not sure I understand.”
*I don't even understand what I was trying to say*
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
A long time ago, there was a woodcarver. She was a ventriloquist too, working hard to make her living. Her puppets seemed to move of their own accord. Eventually she passed on and the creatures kept living. Some made a living of their own, some made it their goal to torture mortals. Eventually people found that the things that animated the creatures were bugs. They burrowed into the brain of the wooden puppets and took them over. Fearful of if the creatures could take over other bodies too, the people took all the bugs to a pit and threw them in along with some firewood. They set the wood on fire and watched as the bugs burned.
A few years later, something crawled out of the pit. It was stronger than all the rest, an example of “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. It went into the forest-and found the body of a young boy who had been lost. It crawled up the ear and into the brain-reanimating the boy and taking control. It, with the boys body, found its way back to the boy’s village. The people were surprised but greeted what they thought was the boy with open arms.
A few years after that, murders started in the village. The boy was blamed, literally seen over one of the bodies. The boy and bug were banished, and it found its way to the tavern. There, it was ready to continue its killing spree.
I not knowing of the bugs walks up to the boy. “Young one, where are your parents? Did they leave you?” I life my red hood up reaveling a wicked grin. I one of his evlen ears is burnt off, as well as his left cheek.
The boy shivers a bit. He’s tall, with curly strawberry blonde hair, a freckled face, wearing peasants clothes. There’s something strange about his eyes. They’re human enough, but they look around like a creature. “I… they think I killed people. I didn’t kill people! I swear!”
*I rolled a 12 on roll insight. So I belive him. “well, some people make nasty lies. But they aren’t true.” I crouch down to the boys level. I sigh, and say “want to go get some food? It’s on the house.”
“Uh… sure. Thank you.”
I walk over to the kitchen, motioning for you to come. I say “now the best food is stolen. Luckily I stole keys to the kitchen.” I open the kitchen door. “After you.”
“I… I don’t want a worse reputation…” He says, shivering. “But I am hungry… thank you…”
“Understandable.” I pull a candy bar from my cloak, and hand it to you. “I hope you enjoy the flavor!”
He takes it and devours it. “Good… thank you…”
I smile. “Glad you enjoy it! Made it my self. The ingredients are chocolate, peanut butter and some dragon blood.” My smile comes wider, reaveling jagged teath. *I really love your character idea!!
“D-dragon blood?” He asks, shivering. His eyes flicker around, not showing any emotion, although his body shows fear.
*Thanks! I think it’s one of my better ones! Like yours’s personality too!*
“Yep! Dragon blood! Adds a spicy flavor if you do a red one, but I use blue. It adds a sappy taste.” *I make a perception check, and role a 7. I don’t notice that the kid seams scared.
“Huh… so… who exactly are you?”
“Dagger. I’m the tavern’s waiter. Whats your name?” I say with a smile.
“Bugg. That’s what everyone calls me, at least.”
“What- why in the gods, did name you that?” He looks confused. “I think I might get some ale. Want some?”
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i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands (and feet)!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
A long time ago, there was a woodcarver. She was a ventriloquist too, working hard to make her living. Her puppets seemed to move of their own accord. Eventually she passed on and the creatures kept living. Some made a living of their own, some made it their goal to torture mortals. Eventually people found that the things that animated the creatures were bugs. They burrowed into the brain of the wooden puppets and took them over. Fearful of if the creatures could take over other bodies too, the people took all the bugs to a pit and threw them in along with some firewood. They set the wood on fire and watched as the bugs burned.
A few years later, something crawled out of the pit. It was stronger than all the rest, an example of “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. It went into the forest-and found the body of a young boy who had been lost. It crawled up the ear and into the brain-reanimating the boy and taking control. It, with the boys body, found its way back to the boy’s village. The people were surprised but greeted what they thought was the boy with open arms.
A few years after that, murders started in the village. The boy was blamed, literally seen over one of the bodies. The boy and bug were banished, and it found its way to the tavern. There, it was ready to continue its killing spree.
I not knowing of the bugs walks up to the boy. “Young one, where are your parents? Did they leave you?” I life my red hood up reaveling a wicked grin. I one of his evlen ears is burnt off, as well as his left cheek.
The boy shivers a bit. He’s tall, with curly strawberry blonde hair, a freckled face, wearing peasants clothes. There’s something strange about his eyes. They’re human enough, but they look around like a creature. “I… they think I killed people. I didn’t kill people! I swear!”
*I rolled a 12 on roll insight. So I belive him. “well, some people make nasty lies. But they aren’t true.” I crouch down to the boys level. I sigh, and say “want to go get some food? It’s on the house.”
“Uh… sure. Thank you.”
I walk over to the kitchen, motioning for you to come. I say “now the best food is stolen. Luckily I stole keys to the kitchen.” I open the kitchen door. “After you.”
“I… I don’t want a worse reputation…” He says, shivering. “But I am hungry… thank you…”
“Understandable.” I pull a candy bar from my cloak, and hand it to you. “I hope you enjoy the flavor!”
He takes it and devours it. “Good… thank you…”
I smile. “Glad you enjoy it! Made it my self. The ingredients are chocolate, peanut butter and some dragon blood.” My smile comes wider, reaveling jagged teath. *I really love your character idea!!
“D-dragon blood?” He asks, shivering. His eyes flicker around, not showing any emotion, although his body shows fear.
*Thanks! I think it’s one of my better ones! Like yours’s personality too!*
“Yep! Dragon blood! Adds a spicy flavor if you do a red one, but I use blue. It adds a sappy taste.” *I make a perception check, and role a 7. I don’t notice that the kid seams scared.
“Huh… so… who exactly are you?”
“Dagger. I’m the tavern’s waiter. Whats your name?” I say with a smile.
“Bugg. That’s what everyone calls me, at least.”
“What- why in the gods, did name you that?” He looks confused. “I think I might get some ale. Want some?”
He shrugs. “Too young for ale. And I dunno. Used to be a nickname, but it stuck.”
In a dark alleyway out of sight of those passing by a humanoid is hunched over something and they seem to be eating
As the humanoid stands there, a globe of impenetrable darkness falls over them
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
"I heard stories. I don't want to share them."
Slight of hand, the lowest I can roll is 25, 20
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
While the eyes flicker around, you manage to slip into the boy’s pocket. No money there, only a simple bloodstained dagger, and a small box that seems to have things crawling around inside of it.
“Hm. Too horrifying?”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
They take the small box, and nothing else
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
“Too horrifying?” The boy asks, a bit of mocking in his face.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"I prefer not to let you, because you don't want to know"
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
“Right, then. I believe you. I probably couldn’t handle that.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"Did I ever say that?"
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
“Does it matter?”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"Yes"
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
“Hm, okay. Why?”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"Because the reason I don't want to tell you, if I don't want you to know who I am"
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
“I don’t really care. You’re a schemer, eh? Maybe I am too.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"Good thing that I don't either"
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
“Your words are unclear. I’m not sure I understand.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
*I don't even understand what I was trying to say*
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
“What- why in the gods, did name you that?” He looks confused. “I think I might get some ale. Want some?”
i am a god who is trapped in a cartoon, with saws for hands (and feet)!! active on I CAST....! and Jeff the Evil Roomba Cult, as well as planning to make my own cult.
alignment: chaotic good.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/3153-extended-signature-thread?page=20&srsltid=AfmBOooRkd7DyJ7F_a6PnbfKQ69VPiDjZJBdpetul5PJfECJVllwp_YO
He shrugs. “Too young for ale. And I dunno. Used to be a nickname, but it stuck.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
In a dark alleyway out of sight of those passing by a humanoid is hunched over something and they seem to be eating
As the humanoid stands there, a globe of impenetrable darkness falls over them
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
A boy, Bugg, slips into the alleyway, looking around cautiously. When he notices the humanoid, he stumbles backwards.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023