As an elf, I do not live in the green forest like my kindred, but in a castle on the mountain.
What’s even more bizarre is that my mountain fort was built to look like a windmill. The constant wind gave me a lot of flour and soy milk.
Fortunately, no dazed knights charged at my mountain fortress.
Moreover, I have two masters who are more like children of fate than me, an ugly eagle who likes to grab spicy rabbit meat rolls from me, and an ascetic maiden who has six arms but can never cut them out. A six-armed snake demon with perfect carrot flowers, and a tauren who helps me plow the land and only eats meat and not grass.
Okay, I know that makes me look a bit unique, but who makes me a crappy time traveler?
——The Nine Yin True Essence, the psychic executioner, the high priest of the Hidden Sword Cult, the initiator of the sweet and salty dispute, the leader of the Baiyun Club, the spicy rabbit head terminator, and the master of the Hamburger Young Castle.
(This is not a strictly DND article, but some settings are borrowed. Strict DND enthusiasts please lightly comment)
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