Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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*Because you are a lord, milord*
He looks around for the threat, his axe on his shoulder "What do you need help with?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*nuh uh*
He points at the skeletons and their wolves. "Those."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Herald, who has been sharpening his knives, looks up. He disappears into the shadows and reappears, pointing the blade at the wolves. Since they are undead, they collapse into a pile of marrow.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I'm going to bring one of my previous villain characters here to have some fun with. I just need to write its grant entrance... >:D*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The young man is gasping for breath, wheezing.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Today is Viper's birthday. JOIN THE SERPENT QUEEN, AS F A M I L Y.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"It just feels right to do, as if I used to do something like it before. It simply feels familiar to me."
*Well crap, there goes everything the Lich was going to do, the Bone devil will go after Stroth next round, actually* Skeletor attempts to cast an 8th level Counterspell on the Antimagic Field.
He sighs, embers of flame in his breath "I went especially berserk... when my son died..."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He gets in front of the kid, letting them hide behind his large form. (Undead have disadvantage attacking him)
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
His breath is coming in short gasps as the undead approach. An arrow flies out at him
Attack: 16 Damage: 20
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*RYKARD?!?! If I see Viper I'll definitely say happy birthday, if I don't someone please tell them I say happy birthday.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Leo is currently in the tavern having some breakfast. Noctis has emerged from his shadow and occasionally grabs food off Leo's large plate to eat while he watches the young man read a book and write some notes down.
The Green Dragon is back in the forest, gently singing a primal hymn that encourages the forest to grow more vibrant and lush.
The Collector, or the Surgeon as it has started to be known as, is walking towards the Lord's Rest Tavern to explore this popular destination for itself.
Walking through the town is a tall a beautiful woman with long and wavy raven locks, piercing violet eyes, and form fitting black adventuring attire. Her face reveals long since healed burn marks, gnarly yet not diminishing the woman's beauty or her ever present smile. Around her neck is a macabre necklace small skulls, bones, crude gemstones, and a perfectly preserved tongue with a black rose tattoo hanging from in. She looks over the merchant's shops with a curious eye, looking for anything of a magical, occult, or morbid description.
*Happy birthday to them! TOGETHER, WE SHALL DEVOUR THE VERY GODS!*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Near an old, collapsing castle the forest is refusing to grow
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The arrow misses as he begins to approach them "Stay behind me." He orders the kid, making it up to one of them before swinging down. (If he hits that undead no longer has disadvantage). To hit:22 20 Damage:27 24
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Got it." both hit, collapsing the two skeletons. The wolves lunge at him. *Adv on attacks because of pack tactics.*
Attack: 25 Damage: 33
Attack: 22 Damage: 23
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hm, it seems a foul aura has befallen this place." The dragon muses as she slowly approaches, her long sinuous body gracefully gliding and crawling between the branches of the trees until she reaches the dead zone near the castle.
*I am very validated, and I will tell them how you both wished them happy birthday when they get home, because they are out getting Chick-fil-A right now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The trees are dead, their leaves unable to re-grow. On the ramparts are skeletons, patrollling the walls.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Ah his AC is 19, they barely miss.*
He is able to push the wolves away before they can sink their teeth into him. He takes a deep breath, his golden scale glowing after healing so much, flames underneath them. He exhales flames. (Dex save DC 20, fail damage on success) Damage:20
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She watches a bit, getting a feel for the dark magic at play. The dragon is aware that it takes very strong necromantic magic to be able to counter her druidic gifts. *She is a Great Wyrm so very, very powerful.* Though she is confident in her powers, she knows tangling with such a presence alone would be unwise. After a bet she starts making her way back towards the town to warn others.