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.
“Hm. I know of a sea demon near here. Cananas. Very dangerous, though.”
"Would they be up for a bargain?"
“I assume so.”
"Shall we set sail then?"
“Yes… please. Thank you.”
They sail the waters far to search for the demon, the waves crashing against the boat.
Where the water gets deep and the waves violent, something leaps onto the ship, soaking wet, made of pure water.
She nods to the being, eyeing it as if it is far below her. "Hello. Might you be the demon we seek?"
“Indeed. I hear all that happens on the waters, and I hear you want to gamble for the girl’s life. I would like to present my terms. First, we will do it in my lair. I will take the three of you there. Second, we play go fish. If you have never played it, I will teach you. Third, I will heal her if you win, and if I win, I will take his life. I enjoy games of risk and chance.”
"I see. Not my ideal card game but I can hopefully win. Now... I have a fourth rule; no bodily harm to any of us unless permitted by rule three."
"It is seething, It is." The Old-Woman soliloquizes, muttering to herself as she sweeps the dust off her small stone porch. Her raven soars above, and every couple minutes, like clockwork, it caws down to her, and she extends a palm towards the sky and smiles. For now, however, she continues to mutter.
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Build us a door And rest here with me Lights are on But nobody's home... extended sig
Last night, the body of Bugg was found in the streets. Strangely enough, it had been dead for a long time. Years, maybe. Some kind of magic? Who knows. People are more concerned with the cause of death-and the fact that Caila, the girl the assassin murdered, has come back from the dead.
I walk up to the body. “Your where to young to die.” I kneel down next to the body. *i kid you not, I rolled a 20 on investigation. Do I notice any thing about the body?
The corpse is rotting away. The eyes look up, blank. There are bites taken out of it-Bugg was eaten. There seems to be another cause of death-starvation? He's pale and sickly.
I pick the body up. “You need a good place to be buried. A place made for gods!” I think for a minute, and then take him to the tavern’s porch.
Something is burrowing into the porch, a small bug. A young one, by the looks of it.
The bug reminds me of Bugg. I dig up the plank porch. As I place is body under the porch I howl “the culprit is in the town, and I will not rest till he suffers the same fate as you, Bugg.” And with that I bury the body.
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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.
Upon a stump in a small forlorn patch of woods sits a tall figure, draped neatly in a kimono tailored customly to his body. Nine tails flow behind him at their own will and pace, some fast, some slow; some in large arcs, others in smaller arcs. His fur is a light yellow, almost creme, a color commonly attributed to fennec foxes. He's accented in some spots, like the tips of his tails and the palms of his paws-- hind and fore-- with a nice white color, though he also bears red markings on his short snout and below his eyes.
Gently, he holds a book in his paws, his orange blazing eyes rocketing through the pages at a speed beyond mortal capability, though his face shows clear concentration and absorption on and of the material.
A snap, the rustle of the bushes, and a figure stumbles into the clearing, their sailor’s mouth uttering some of the most awful curses. They have curly auburn hair tied into a short ponytail that falls down their neck, and a bright brown eye. The other is covered by an eyepatch, the scar visible peeking out from under it, looking fairly old, but the person has clearly been picking at it. They wear a ragged violet cape, and a suit of dented plate armor covered in dirt. This person was obviously powerful once, but now they have fallen into the trap of poverty. They seem to be a man (he/they pronouns), but their appearance says that they might be nonbinary too. Their face is covered in freckles, the skin peeling off their nose from a nasty sunburn. Their hands are dry, they look thirsty, and their one visible eye looks tired.
He looks up, surprised to see another person. “Finally!” They gasp, breath rough, confirming their thirst. “Another person! Please-please help! The beasts-the Abyssals… demons… took me away…”
The figure on the stump does not look up from his book, but this does not mean that he is not paying attention. The closer the poverish figure journeys to the furred one, the air seems to grow thicker with legitimate, still active power, and also a slight wind that bears a comforting smell, one of Autumn.
"I must apologize, for I do not know much of these 'Abyssals'. Though, I suppose I could be of aid in some other fashion."
he closes the book just as gently as he holds it, and momentarily it shifts into a small clump of nigh dead leaves, taken away by the self same wind that surrounds the kitsune, taken away out of the forlorn patch of forest
"You seem thirsty. Perhaps I could interest you in a glass of sweet tea. It's of my own brewing."
Another figure stumbles out, am elf wearing a red cloack and hood with a cheep looking chestplate. He carries a war hammer. He looks around and says “huh… other people are in the woods. Maybe this is hell after all.”
The person backs up, removing a shining rapier from his belt. They frown and point it forwards, towards the elf. “I… who are you?” He then points it towards the foxlike creature. “And who are you, for that matter? I… I’ve been roaming for a long time, this is the first time I’ve seen more than one person who didn’t want to kill me…” They wipe some sweaty hair from their face and frown grimly.
"I bid you no harm.I'm simply reading a book here upon this stump. To put it frankly, you're the rude one. And as far as who I am, I am a god. A very old one at that"
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Upon a stump in a small forlorn patch of woods sits a tall figure, draped neatly in a kimono tailored customly to his body. Nine tails flow behind him at their own will and pace, some fast, some slow; some in large arcs, others in smaller arcs. His fur is a light yellow, almost creme, a color commonly attributed to fennec foxes. He's accented in some spots, like the tips of his tails and the palms of his paws-- hind and fore-- with a nice white color, though he also bears red markings on his short snout and below his eyes.
Gently, he holds a book in his paws, his orange blazing eyes rocketing through the pages at a speed beyond mortal capability, though his face shows clear concentration and absorption on and of the material.
A snap, the rustle of the bushes, and a figure stumbles into the clearing, their sailor’s mouth uttering some of the most awful curses. They have curly auburn hair tied into a short ponytail that falls down their neck, and a bright brown eye. The other is covered by an eyepatch, the scar visible peeking out from under it, looking fairly old, but the person has clearly been picking at it. They wear a ragged violet cape, and a suit of dented plate armor covered in dirt. This person was obviously powerful once, but now they have fallen into the trap of poverty. They seem to be a man (he/they pronouns), but their appearance says that they might be nonbinary too. Their face is covered in freckles, the skin peeling off their nose from a nasty sunburn. Their hands are dry, they look thirsty, and their one visible eye looks tired.
He looks up, surprised to see another person. “Finally!” They gasp, breath rough, confirming their thirst. “Another person! Please-please help! The beasts-the Abyssals… demons… took me away…”
The figure on the stump does not look up from his book, but this does not mean that he is not paying attention. The closer the poverish figure journeys to the furred one, the air seems to grow thicker with legitimate, still active power, and also a slight wind that bears a comforting smell, one of Autumn.
"I must apologize, for I do not know much of these 'Abyssals'. Though, I suppose I could be of aid in some other fashion."
he closes the book just as gently as he holds it, and momentarily it shifts into a small clump of nigh dead leaves, taken away by the self same wind that surrounds the kitsune, taken away out of the forlorn patch of forest
"You seem thirsty. Perhaps I could interest you in a glass of sweet tea. It's of my own brewing."
Another figure stumbles out, am elf wearing a red cloack and hood with a cheep looking chestplate. He carries a war hammer. He looks around and says “huh… other people are in the woods. Maybe this is hell after all.”
The person backs up, removing a shining rapier from his belt. They frown and point it forwards, towards the elf. “I… who are you?” He then points it towards the foxlike creature. “And who are you, for that matter? I… I’ve been roaming for a long time, this is the first time I’ve seen more than one person who didn’t want to kill me…” They wipe some sweaty hair from their face and frown grimly.
"I bid you no harm.I'm simply reading a book here upon this stump. To put it frankly, you're the rude one. And as far as who I am, I am a god. A very old one at that"
"Hm. Awful suspicious, but I guess you learn to be suspicious of everyone when you're me. So this is a different world... never heard of a god like you from my home. Did I die? Ascend to the heavens?"
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Upon a stump in a small forlorn patch of woods sits a tall figure, draped neatly in a kimono tailored customly to his body. Nine tails flow behind him at their own will and pace, some fast, some slow; some in large arcs, others in smaller arcs. His fur is a light yellow, almost creme, a color commonly attributed to fennec foxes. He's accented in some spots, like the tips of his tails and the palms of his paws-- hind and fore-- with a nice white color, though he also bears red markings on his short snout and below his eyes.
Gently, he holds a book in his paws, his orange blazing eyes rocketing through the pages at a speed beyond mortal capability, though his face shows clear concentration and absorption on and of the material.
A snap, the rustle of the bushes, and a figure stumbles into the clearing, their sailor’s mouth uttering some of the most awful curses. They have curly auburn hair tied into a short ponytail that falls down their neck, and a bright brown eye. The other is covered by an eyepatch, the scar visible peeking out from under it, looking fairly old, but the person has clearly been picking at it. They wear a ragged violet cape, and a suit of dented plate armor covered in dirt. This person was obviously powerful once, but now they have fallen into the trap of poverty. They seem to be a man (he/they pronouns), but their appearance says that they might be nonbinary too. Their face is covered in freckles, the skin peeling off their nose from a nasty sunburn. Their hands are dry, they look thirsty, and their one visible eye looks tired.
He looks up, surprised to see another person. “Finally!” They gasp, breath rough, confirming their thirst. “Another person! Please-please help! The beasts-the Abyssals… demons… took me away…”
The figure on the stump does not look up from his book, but this does not mean that he is not paying attention. The closer the poverish figure journeys to the furred one, the air seems to grow thicker with legitimate, still active power, and also a slight wind that bears a comforting smell, one of Autumn.
"I must apologize, for I do not know much of these 'Abyssals'. Though, I suppose I could be of aid in some other fashion."
he closes the book just as gently as he holds it, and momentarily it shifts into a small clump of nigh dead leaves, taken away by the self same wind that surrounds the kitsune, taken away out of the forlorn patch of forest
"You seem thirsty. Perhaps I could interest you in a glass of sweet tea. It's of my own brewing."
Another figure stumbles out, am elf wearing a red cloack and hood with a cheep looking chestplate. He carries a war hammer. He looks around and says “huh… other people are in the woods. Maybe this is hell after all.”
The person backs up, removing a shining rapier from his belt. They frown and point it forwards, towards the elf. “I… who are you?” He then points it towards the foxlike creature. “And who are you, for that matter? I… I’ve been roaming for a long time, this is the first time I’ve seen more than one person who didn’t want to kill me…” They wipe some sweaty hair from their face and frown grimly.
"I bid you no harm.I'm simply reading a book here upon this stump. To put it frankly, you're the rude one. And as far as who I am, I am a god. A very old one at that"
"Hm. Awful suspicious, but I guess you learn to be suspicious of everyone when you're me. So this is a different world... never heard of a god like you from my home. Did I die? Ascend to the heavens?"
"As far as I know, this is still a mortal realm. I've always dwelled in mortal realms. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to work my magic."
He laughs and shakes his head. "I'm Omi. Autumnal God."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Somewhere nearby the inn, there is a rocky hill. At the top of this hill is a building. A sign is hung on the outside of the building. It reads:
ORNN'S SMITHY Do not enter unless you really need something
A elf with a red hood and cape walks in. Half of his face is burnt, but he has a wide wicked smile. .”Hello. This is a black smith, or am I mistaken?” He calls out. *is there a counter or table any where in the building?
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.
Upon a stump in a small forlorn patch of woods sits a tall figure, draped neatly in a kimono tailored customly to his body. Nine tails flow behind him at their own will and pace, some fast, some slow; some in large arcs, others in smaller arcs. His fur is a light yellow, almost creme, a color commonly attributed to fennec foxes. He's accented in some spots, like the tips of his tails and the palms of his paws-- hind and fore-- with a nice white color, though he also bears red markings on his short snout and below his eyes.
Gently, he holds a book in his paws, his orange blazing eyes rocketing through the pages at a speed beyond mortal capability, though his face shows clear concentration and absorption on and of the material.
A snap, the rustle of the bushes, and a figure stumbles into the clearing, their sailor’s mouth uttering some of the most awful curses. They have curly auburn hair tied into a short ponytail that falls down their neck, and a bright brown eye. The other is covered by an eyepatch, the scar visible peeking out from under it, looking fairly old, but the person has clearly been picking at it. They wear a ragged violet cape, and a suit of dented plate armor covered in dirt. This person was obviously powerful once, but now they have fallen into the trap of poverty. They seem to be a man (he/they pronouns), but their appearance says that they might be nonbinary too. Their face is covered in freckles, the skin peeling off their nose from a nasty sunburn. Their hands are dry, they look thirsty, and their one visible eye looks tired.
He looks up, surprised to see another person. “Finally!” They gasp, breath rough, confirming their thirst. “Another person! Please-please help! The beasts-the Abyssals… demons… took me away…”
The figure on the stump does not look up from his book, but this does not mean that he is not paying attention. The closer the poverish figure journeys to the furred one, the air seems to grow thicker with legitimate, still active power, and also a slight wind that bears a comforting smell, one of Autumn.
"I must apologize, for I do not know much of these 'Abyssals'. Though, I suppose I could be of aid in some other fashion."
he closes the book just as gently as he holds it, and momentarily it shifts into a small clump of nigh dead leaves, taken away by the self same wind that surrounds the kitsune, taken away out of the forlorn patch of forest
"You seem thirsty. Perhaps I could interest you in a glass of sweet tea. It's of my own brewing."
Another figure stumbles out, am elf wearing a red cloack and hood with a cheep looking chestplate. He carries a war hammer. He looks around and says “huh… other people are in the woods. Maybe this is hell after all.”
The person backs up, removing a shining rapier from his belt. They frown and point it forwards, towards the elf. “I… who are you?” He then points it towards the foxlike creature. “And who are you, for that matter? I… I’ve been roaming for a long time, this is the first time I’ve seen more than one person who didn’t want to kill me…” They wipe some sweaty hair from their face and frown grimly.
"I bid you no harm.I'm simply reading a book here upon this stump. To put it frankly, you're the rude one. And as far as who I am, I am a god. A very old one at that"
"Hm. Awful suspicious, but I guess you learn to be suspicious of everyone when you're me. So this is a different world... never heard of a god like you from my home. Did I die? Ascend to the heavens?"
"As far as I know, this is still a mortal realm. I've always dwelled in mortal realms. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to work my magic."
He laughs and shakes his head. "I'm Omi. Autumnal God."
“Hm.” They say, tilting their head sideways. “I am Rowan. Simple warrior.”
A small, meek-looking figure has entered the tavern, wearing a heavy hood and boots
A hooded elf looks at the meek figure. He sighs, and takes a sip of his ale.
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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.
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.
*my character is level 2, but I could modify him for level 3.
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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.
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.
*Okay! I forget who I have but uhhhh you have the elf?*
*yes
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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.
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
"I see. Not my ideal card game but I can hopefully win. Now... I have a fourth rule; no bodily harm to any of us unless permitted by rule three."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"It is seething, It is." The Old-Woman soliloquizes, muttering to herself as she sweeps the dust off her small stone porch. Her raven soars above, and every couple minutes, like clockwork, it caws down to her, and she extends a palm towards the sky and smiles. For now, however, she continues to mutter.
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
The bug reminds me of Bugg. I dig up the plank porch. As I place is body under the porch I howl “the culprit is in the town, and I will not rest till he suffers the same fate as you, Bugg.” And with that I bury the body.
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
"I bid you no harm.I'm simply reading a book here upon this stump. To put it frankly, you're the rude one. And as far as who I am, I am a god. A very old one at that"
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Hm. Awful suspicious, but I guess you learn to be suspicious of everyone when you're me. So this is a different world... never heard of a god like you from my home. Did I die? Ascend to the heavens?"
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
A figure grabs a drunken men leaving the tavern bites their neck and drags them down into an alley out of passing sight
Somewhere nearby the inn, there is a rocky hill. At the top of this hill is a building.
A sign is hung on the outside of the building. It reads:
ORNN'S SMITHY
Do not enter unless you really need something
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
"As far as I know, this is still a mortal realm. I've always dwelled in mortal realms. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to work my magic."
He laughs and shakes his head. "I'm Omi. Autumnal God."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
A elf with a red hood and cape walks in. Half of his face is burnt, but he has a wide wicked smile. .”Hello. This is a black smith, or am I mistaken?” He calls out.
*is there a counter or table any where in the building?
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
“Hm.” They say, tilting their head sideways. “I am Rowan. Simple warrior.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
A hooded elf looks at the meek figure. He sighs, and takes a sip of his ale.
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
*any one want to pvp?
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
(Wut level)
*my character is level 2, but I could modify him for level 3.
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
*Anyone wanna rp?*
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
*me
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
*Okay! I forget who I have but uhhhh you have the elf?*
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
*yes
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
(In level 10)