Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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DEX: 27 16
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
As she does this she sees a young man, about age 19, running through the woods. He is being chased by skeletons and skeletal wolves
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
One success, other takes full damage.
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.)
There is a rumbling that can be heard from the sky that grows in volume as something wicked this way comes. The trees quiver. The wind shrieks. Even the very light of the sun seems to recoil slightly in fear at the sound. It grows louder and louder still, like a dragon's roar that for a while seems to have no end. A few minutes later... it arrives.
There is a near-deafening shattering sound as a Spelljammer(?) forces itself into this world, the fabric of reality laying scattered like broken glass across the sky behind it. The hole in existence mends itself quickly, the scattered pieces reassembling back into the larger whole as the vessel- a nautilus-like monstrosity of equal parts flesh and machine, with visible arcane sigils carved along its whorl, slowly descends and lands in a field outside of town, the flowers swaying back from the whipping wind as it lands.
It is here. The unending abyss. The ceaseless maw. The crooked consumer of light.
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)
*I wanna do some cool combat stuff with Max, but he's only level 2. Level 1 warlock, level 1 paladin, 2014 rules. Not hexblade.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The wolf collapses, the other lunging at him. Attack: 23 Damage: 16
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*He could fight some skeletons*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen is researching elder brains.
Mauric is making kakigōri.
Loriche is meticulously crafting a set of magic chain mail.
Riotan is skinning an elk.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Helianth, my beloved.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A new person has entered the tavern, a young man about 19 years old.
Nick sneaks up behind him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It bites into his arm, tearing some flesh off with it, but Thane doesn't seem to react to the pain much. He swings down two more times. To hit:18 18 Damage:25 23
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.)
*Yes, the crooked flower itself has arrived!*
*Which means everyone is in immense peril.*
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 wolf collapses into a pile of bones
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks back to the person he's protecting "Are you okay?"
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.)
The kid nods, sheathing his sword. "Thanks.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Get to town, it's safer there." He picks up the hunk of flesh that was torn off of him and begins walking in that direction.
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.)
*True... but he's got a sort of slasher-inspired fighting style (relies on durability and inflicting terror as opposed to flashy combat artistry), so he's going to have trouble fighting beings that don't feel typically fear, since he doesn't actually inflict the Frightened condition with anything other than his single level 1 spell slot.*
*I appreciate the offer, but I think I might have to come up with a particularly violent intro for him.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The kid walks beside him. "So, uh, what's your name?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen is too absorbed in the writings of Underdark explorers and aberrant researchers to take notice.
Mauric whirls around. “Good morning!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*okie dokie*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.