Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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"Still, it's not worth it for everything you get to learn there?"
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Aw. Bye!!!!*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Repeat all of that, twenty more times." Atemos summons a cup of water and drinks it, very slowly.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Bye!*
A rock is thrown at the spined devil.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*bye!*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Atemos?*
Atemos is interrogating Chase outside.
Kio is trying to build something.
Dojer is lounging.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Yes.*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Atemos' arm twitches when he throws it, and he misses.
Avarice walks behind Kio and looks at what they're building.
"Ow." He tries again anyways.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
It happens again.
*Do you need a description?*
He seems to be trying to build an automated training dummy, but doesn't have enough parts. He doesn't notice Avarice.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Yep.*
"Can I help you?"
Atemos summons a gnoll and gives it a paper airplane, and it throws it at the devil.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He breathes heavily. "Well. I guess... I should revise a previous statement. I didn't lose anyone. But... people I know did, and at this point... it feels like I did too. This was all... oh, two, three thousand years ago? The Empire of Tialas, founded upon the Ruin of the Ashen Emperor, was in full swing. The height of its power. Magic... was rampant. At a place where it had never been before. Arcanums, gods[1 gp to the swear jar] Arcanums, were being made. The Ashen Knights had been ruling over a utopia. It looked like it would never end.
And then... it did.
There was, as you could probably guess, a Dragon. A copper one. A greatwyrm, or one on the way to become a greatwyrm. Accounts vary on his age, and his size, but most agree that he had been old when the Crimson Betrayer did his whole Crimson Betrayal thing. Which was a long time ago, even then. His name was Gelain, and he came like something straight out of the Fifth Books of Ocryn. Some say he was out of the Chapters of Apocalypse, an embodiment of Waste. The signs certainly line up... Fog, Wails, Blood, Doubt, Locusts... death and destruction. A Scourge.
We still don't know why. Why he came, I mean. All I know is that he did, and he came with destruction upon his wings. Within days of his onset, the outer edges of Tialas had been reduced to melted ruins, their inhabitants nothing more than dust and bone. The Ashen Knights tried to rally their allies- millions came. It wasn't enough With each death, it seemed like Gelain just got stronger and stronger, as he cut a path of devastation across the continent, straight to the city of Tial. The Ashen Knights fought back, but... yeah. Didn't quite work. U'enirn was the last to fall, charging the dragon alone. He died, same as the rest. Their souls are still out there, some say... seeking vengeance.
To say the least, when Gelain reached Tial, all hope seemed lost. Which is understandable. It was.
And then... it came back. In the form of a tearing gnome, of all things. Zephares of the Twisted Thorn, fallen champion of Agtia, on a quest for redemption... one final attempt. Slay Gelain, save the realm, absolve his sins. He arrived just as the Scourge began, and watched as a city dissolved in front of him... How he lived, I can't say. But he did, and met Gelain within the Heartcity, the subterranean soul of Tial, home to an Anivatar- Tpenel't. A big ol' crystal, purportedly containing the soul of... something. Really magical.
Zephares challenged Gelain, of course. He still had some modicum of honor, despite what he had done. And... they fought. Zephares held his own against the dragon, surprisingly. Dealt some powerful blows. But, in the end... one too many hits, acid tearing at his flesh, and a weapon that actively worked against him... he was losing. So he did the only thing he could. He turned the loss into a mutual one.
He struck Tpenel't. And... it broke. As did the Hammer, of course, but... the Anivatar cracked. They aren't supposed to do that. In that singular moment, all the souls still within the city, which hadn't moved on... were gone. Forever. And Gelain... presumably dead as well. But I can't say for certain. No-one can. The city has been so... broken, so dead, for so long, that any attempts to enter it have been met with nothing but failure. Typically of the catastrophic variety.
The people I talked about, who lost others in the Scourge. They're three brothers. Their mother, their father... their sister. They'd been on a trip. Couldn't get away in time. Souls... gone, in an instant. The brothers, they... they can't even ask the gods. They can't d anything.
You asked why I dislike acidaerni... that's why. Death is acceptable. Good, even. But the destruction of souls... that waste... horrendous."
Seven there shall be/In the halls of the eighth/Eights shall witness/Eight and eight and eight and eight/Blood of the father/Blood of the sun/Endless darkness/Day is done
Savior/Sovereign/Saint Foresworn/Traitor/Trusted/Tortured Truthborn/Chosen/Cursed
Created by deities/Created by mortals/Created by powers unseen/Unheard of
Fate speaks of one/Fate speaks to none/Eternal shadows/Day is Done.
The paper airline sticks on a spike, and the devil looks at Atemos. "Who are you?"