As an elf, I did not live in the verdant forests of my kind, but in castles high in the mountains. What's even more paradoxical is that my mountain fort has been built to look like a windmill, and the constant wind has given me a lot of flour and soy milk. Fortunately, no dazed knights charged at my mountain fort. Moreover, I also have two masters who are more like children of luck than me, an ugly eagle who likes to grab spicy rabbit meat rolls with me, an ascetic demon maid of lust, a six-armed snake demon with six arms but can never cut a perfect turnip flower, and a minotaur who helps me plow the land and eats only meat and no grass. Okay, I know that makes me look a bit maverick, but who makes me a crappy time-traveler? - Nine Yin True Essence, Psionic Executioner, High Priest of the Hidden Sword God Cult, Initiator of the Sweet and Salty Dispute, Class Master of the White Cloud Society, Spicy Rabbit Head Terminator, and Hamburg Shaobao Lord. (Non-strict DND text, borrow some settings, please strict dnd lovers spray)