"Yes. It is at the docks." She turns to the child "Should we bring them aboard?"
“Yes… I don’t want anything to happen to her…”
She nods "Who shall pick her up?"
“I can.” He says, sighing and grabbing her. “Lead the way.”
She walks a long path past several trees, before she is over at a beach with a deep cyan and blue water, crystalline and near perfect. A large boat is docked at that location.
“That’s awful nice.” Conan says, frowning. “You’re a pirate? What makes you want to help me?”
"Children deserve a chance to live. To go down a good path in life. To never have to die before they know themselves. To never have to be all," She gestures to the ship "All this..."
“I… I don’t think you’re that bad. You helped me. I hope you can learn to see yourself the way Liz and I do.”
"Yes. It is at the docks." She turns to the child "Should we bring them aboard?"
“Yes… I don’t want anything to happen to her…”
She nods "Who shall pick her up?"
“I can.” He says, sighing and grabbing her. “Lead the way.”
She walks a long path past several trees, before she is over at a beach with a deep cyan and blue water, crystalline and near perfect. A large boat is docked at that location.
“That’s awful nice.” Conan says, frowning. “You’re a pirate? What makes you want to help me?”
"Children deserve a chance to live. To go down a good path in life. To never have to die before they know themselves. To never have to be all," She gestures to the ship "All this..."
“I… I don’t think you’re that bad. You helped me. I hope you can learn to see yourself the way Liz and I do.”
She nods, a small smile on her face. "Than you." She then walks aboard the ship.
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.
"Yes. It is at the docks." She turns to the child "Should we bring them aboard?"
“Yes… I don’t want anything to happen to her…”
She nods "Who shall pick her up?"
“I can.” He says, sighing and grabbing her. “Lead the way.”
She walks a long path past several trees, before she is over at a beach with a deep cyan and blue water, crystalline and near perfect. A large boat is docked at that location.
“That’s awful nice.” Conan says, frowning. “You’re a pirate? What makes you want to help me?”
"Children deserve a chance to live. To go down a good path in life. To never have to die before they know themselves. To never have to be all," She gestures to the ship "All this..."
“I… I don’t think you’re that bad. You helped me. I hope you can learn to see yourself the way Liz and I do.”
She nods, a small smile on her face. "Than you." She then walks aboard the ship.
Conan follows, carrying Liz and frowning. “Where we headed, Captain?”
"Yes. It is at the docks." She turns to the child "Should we bring them aboard?"
“Yes… I don’t want anything to happen to her…”
She nods "Who shall pick her up?"
“I can.” He says, sighing and grabbing her. “Lead the way.”
She walks a long path past several trees, before she is over at a beach with a deep cyan and blue water, crystalline and near perfect. A large boat is docked at that location.
“That’s awful nice.” Conan says, frowning. “You’re a pirate? What makes you want to help me?”
"Children deserve a chance to live. To go down a good path in life. To never have to die before they know themselves. To never have to be all," She gestures to the ship "All this..."
“I… I don’t think you’re that bad. You helped me. I hope you can learn to see yourself the way Liz and I do.”
She nods, a small smile on her face. "Than you." She then walks aboard the ship.
Conan follows, carrying Liz and frowning. “Where we headed, Captain?”
"To sail for any being that would do a gambling bargain." She turns to look at someone on the ship that looks to be a navigator "Jack! Where's the best course?" They start looking at maps before she turns back to Conan.
"Yes. It is at the docks." She turns to the child "Should we bring them aboard?"
“Yes… I don’t want anything to happen to her…”
She nods "Who shall pick her up?"
“I can.” He says, sighing and grabbing her. “Lead the way.”
She walks a long path past several trees, before she is over at a beach with a deep cyan and blue water, crystalline and near perfect. A large boat is docked at that location.
“That’s awful nice.” Conan says, frowning. “You’re a pirate? What makes you want to help me?”
"Children deserve a chance to live. To go down a good path in life. To never have to die before they know themselves. To never have to be all," She gestures to the ship "All this..."
“I… I don’t think you’re that bad. You helped me. I hope you can learn to see yourself the way Liz and I do.”
She nods, a small smile on her face. "Than you." She then walks aboard the ship.
Conan follows, carrying Liz and frowning. “Where we headed, Captain?”
"To sail for any being that would do a gambling bargain." She turns to look at someone on the ship that looks to be a navigator "Jack! Where's the best course?" They start looking at maps before she turns back to Conan.
“Hm. I know of a sea demon near here. Cananas. Very dangerous, though.”
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.
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!”
Cammelia Cauhan is a rather strange lady, according to most. Wealthy and healthy, no heir to her fortune. A fortune she found out of thin air. Investing in Dragon Tulips that soon became worth entire houses, pulling weeds from the ground and finding veins of gold buried all around. One of the world’s largest diamonds found its way into her possession out of the blue. And she spends, and she sponsors. By the gods, does she sponsor.
the large woman with rich, dark skin and amber eyes, wearing bracelet after bracelet, necklace after necklace of golden jewelry, walks into the tavern. Bundled in a white fur coat concealing her extravagant magenta bustle dress, gold chains shaping it to her body and a train of pink and gold, adorned with thousands of dove feathers, trail slightly behind her. She clears her throat, taking off her enormous, feathered pink hat and opening her mouth as if to speak with her loud and unshakeable voice. She closes it, smirking after seeing the attention she’s garnered. Following her in are two partially armored guards, armed with short swords instead of spears. She takes a seat at her own table in the corner, ordering a round of drinks for the three of them.
anyone in the area has possibly heard her name and might even recognize her. As she is famous for her generosity, surely she has coins to spare on whatever endeavor others ask her to sponsor and pay for. Or so you have all heard.
Stumbling into the inn is a mysterious figure, breathing heavily, covered by a ragged cloak. They shiver and look around, revealing a youthful face, and a bright brown eye, auburn curly hair falling over their freckled nose. The other eye is covered by an eyepatch made out of hard leather, dyed black, the scar peeking out from the bottom of the eyepatch. They wear a suit that may have once been beautiful, but now the color has faded from it, leaving it a bluish gray, tattered and revealing scars covering the person’s arms. They cautiously remove their hood, revealing that their hair is tied into a short ponytail. They stand at about six and a half feet, and the muscles they must have had once have disappeared into pure scraps and bones.
The person seems masculine based on their broad shoulders, but they also seem to present nonbinary. They stumble over to Cammelia, panting, sweat dripping down their face. They frown. “Guards… please… they’re after me… I’ve been running for a long time. I need to make sure they’re not following me still! Please!” Their voice is soft, desperate, the voice of someone insane.
People are starting to stare. The two of them have been attracting a lot of attention-and together, everyone seems to be staring.
Camellia frowns, gesturing to the two guards to stand up. She makes invites them to sit with her. “Tell me what’s going on.” She says, not a hint of fear in her voice, but instead worry. The two guards move to the entrance, keeping watch.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Cammelia Cauhan is a rather strange lady, according to most. Wealthy and healthy, no heir to her fortune. A fortune she found out of thin air. Investing in Dragon Tulips that soon became worth entire houses, pulling weeds from the ground and finding veins of gold buried all around. One of the world’s largest diamonds found its way into her possession out of the blue. And she spends, and she sponsors. By the gods, does she sponsor.
the large woman with rich, dark skin and amber eyes, wearing bracelet after bracelet, necklace after necklace of golden jewelry, walks into the tavern. Bundled in a white fur coat concealing her extravagant magenta bustle dress, gold chains shaping it to her body and a train of pink and gold, adorned with thousands of dove feathers, trail slightly behind her. She clears her throat, taking off her enormous, feathered pink hat and opening her mouth as if to speak with her loud and unshakeable voice. She closes it, smirking after seeing the attention she’s garnered. Following her in are two partially armored guards, armed with short swords instead of spears. She takes a seat at her own table in the corner, ordering a round of drinks for the three of them.
anyone in the area has possibly heard her name and might even recognize her. As she is famous for her generosity, surely she has coins to spare on whatever endeavor others ask her to sponsor and pay for. Or so you have all heard.
a elf, with a red cloak and hood comes up. he puts 3 drinks on the table. "im the bar tender/waiter. is there any thing else i can get for you?" he pulls something from his cloak, but quickly puts it back.
She raises an eyebrow. “Nothing for now, but I’d bet these two will have worked up an appetite in a bit.” She cackles, grinning. “Wonderful establishment you have here, considering what you have to work with…”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
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.”
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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.
Cammelia Cauhan is a rather strange lady, according to most. Wealthy and healthy, no heir to her fortune. A fortune she found out of thin air. Investing in Dragon Tulips that soon became worth entire houses, pulling weeds from the ground and finding veins of gold buried all around. One of the world’s largest diamonds found its way into her possession out of the blue. And she spends, and she sponsors. By the gods, does she sponsor.
the large woman with rich, dark skin and amber eyes, wearing bracelet after bracelet, necklace after necklace of golden jewelry, walks into the tavern. Bundled in a white fur coat concealing her extravagant magenta bustle dress, gold chains shaping it to her body and a train of pink and gold, adorned with thousands of dove feathers, trail slightly behind her. She clears her throat, taking off her enormous, feathered pink hat and opening her mouth as if to speak with her loud and unshakeable voice. She closes it, smirking after seeing the attention she’s garnered. Following her in are two partially armored guards, armed with short swords instead of spears. She takes a seat at her own table in the corner, ordering a round of drinks for the three of them.
anyone in the area has possibly heard her name and might even recognize her. As she is famous for her generosity, surely she has coins to spare on whatever endeavor others ask her to sponsor and pay for. Or so you have all heard.
Stumbling into the inn is a mysterious figure, breathing heavily, covered by a ragged cloak. They shiver and look around, revealing a youthful face, and a bright brown eye, auburn curly hair falling over their freckled nose. The other eye is covered by an eyepatch made out of hard leather, dyed black, the scar peeking out from the bottom of the eyepatch. They wear a suit that may have once been beautiful, but now the color has faded from it, leaving it a bluish gray, tattered and revealing scars covering the person’s arms. They cautiously remove their hood, revealing that their hair is tied into a short ponytail. They stand at about six and a half feet, and the muscles they must have had once have disappeared into pure scraps and bones.
The person seems masculine based on their broad shoulders, but they also seem to present nonbinary. They stumble over to Cammelia, panting, sweat dripping down their face. They frown. “Guards… please… they’re after me… I’ve been running for a long time. I need to make sure they’re not following me still! Please!” Their voice is soft, desperate, the voice of someone insane.
People are starting to stare. The two of them have been attracting a lot of attention-and together, everyone seems to be staring.
Camellia frowns, gesturing to the two guards to stand up. She makes invites them to sit with her. “Tell me what’s going on.” She says, not a hint of fear in her voice, but instead worry. The two guards move to the entrance, keeping watch.
“I… I believe this is a different world from the one I was born in. That world had many planes, but only one resembled this, and the people are nothing like the ones from my home. They chased me-I stole something and they chased me down. I dropped it while they were chasing me but they kept going! And then there was a rift… it opened and I was drowning in a lake. I found myself in a forest. I left, but I think they’re still chasing me! They’re from the Abyss-servants of the Ram!”
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.”
“I… I don’t think you’re that bad. You helped me. I hope you can learn to see yourself the way Liz and I do.”
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Been bananering since 2023
She nods, a small smile on her face. "Than you." She then walks aboard the ship.
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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.
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.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
Conan follows, carrying Liz and frowning. “Where we headed, Captain?”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"To sail for any being that would do a gambling bargain." She turns to look at someone on the ship that looks to be a navigator "Jack! Where's the best course?" They start looking at maps before she turns back to Conan.
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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.
“Hm. I know of a sea demon near here. Cananas. Very dangerous, though.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"Would they be up for a bargain?"
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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.
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.
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.
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“I assume so.”
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Been bananering since 2023
"Shall we set sale then?"
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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.
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!”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
“Yes… please. Thank you.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
Camellia frowns, gesturing to the two guards to stand up. She makes invites them to sit with her. “Tell me what’s going on.” She says, not a hint of fear in her voice, but instead worry. The two guards move to the entrance, keeping watch.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Nothing for now, but I’d bet these two will have worked up an appetite in a bit.” She cackles, grinning. “Wonderful establishment you have here, considering what you have to work with…”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
They sail the waters far to search for the demon, the waves crashing against the boat.
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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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.
*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.”
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.
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“I… I believe this is a different world from the one I was born in. That world had many planes, but only one resembled this, and the people are nothing like the ones from my home. They chased me-I stole something and they chased me down. I dropped it while they were chasing me but they kept going! And then there was a rift… it opened and I was drowning in a lake. I found myself in a forest. I left, but I think they’re still chasing me! They’re from the Abyss-servants of the Ram!”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
Where the water gets deep and the waves violent, something leaps onto the ship, soaking wet, made of pure water.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
“Uh… sure. Thank you.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
She nods to the being, eyeing it as if it is far below her. "Hello. Might you be the demon we seek?"
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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.