Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*Ive just got the shakes really bad rn*
"Cant..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Still at school*
He throws up a bit on the corpse.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I said what I said.*
He walks over to put his hand on their shoulder "You did it."
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.)
*Sorry about the delay*
Omori quite literally emerges from the shadow of a nearby lamppost, having been exploring around Lord's Point beforehand. She sees Merabelle, and excitedly goes over to her. "Hello! How are you?"
A crooked, multi-headed shadow looms from behind Tim, before moving past him as Helianth walks around, looking at their pottery with keen interest. "Impressive craftsmanship." It rasps, gingerly lifting up a vase with its roots to look at it better.
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)
“Do you and Theren know when the delivery will be?”
Mauric looks deeply touched. “You’re too nice… thank you.”
“Every demon prince has enemies! By virtue of existing in tandem with countless others who want power and domination just the same as you…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*mn..*
He nods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*is it possible for you to eat anything?*
They nod quickly and jump up on Theren’s torso, their small claws clinging to his chest. They start to melt slightly, releasing a cold divine mist and healing the injury. You regain 70 hit points.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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.)
"Now you can rest." He says, putting his hand on the corpse, slowly petrifying it.
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.)
*I did...just feel sick now*
He coughs up a wad of blood
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Don't worry bout it.*
She smiles at them, putting her gumbo down as they approach. They slap the bench next to them "I'm doin' good, how're ya doin'? Makin' progress on yer magic?" She asks, expecting them to sit next to her.
The vase isn't finished, but holds together well as they meekly "T-thank you, I try."
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.)
*I need a naaaaap*
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
She sits on the bench next to her. "That's good. I'm doing alright. Figured out how to use Mage Hand. It doesn't exactly stay a hand when I try to move it and pick up stuff, but it still works."
It delicately sets the vase down, leaving faint bits of dirt on its surface. "And you're doing very well so far." It moves back over to Tim's other creations, looking at each one with a different flower head.
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)
*And I assume you cant take a nap. Try not to work yourself too hard.*
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.)
"Some things don't got to work the way they work fer everyone else. What matters is that it worked at all, I'm proud o' ya Omori. I was actually gonna go check up on you when I finished my workout, but it's good ta see ya here already." She smiles, the constellations moving across her skin, shining bright.
Tim dusts off the dirt, his skin subconsciously changing to match theirs once more. He nods, smiling meekly "T-thank you." The others are of all different shapes, colors, and sizes.
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.)
"Thanks, I'm trying my best." She replies, smiling back at her, the glimmering constellations reflecting in her eyes.
The crooked flower watches Tim curiously, lurching forward slightly and lowering its main flower head to around eye level. "Now that I think of it, I have a proposition for you regarding our little secret. Your magic... this energy... does it hurt?"
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)
*Trying really hard to come up with a new power for Prospero. His current power doesn't really fit with the vibes I want for him in his semi-new incarnation.*
*It needs to be strong enough that he can actually deal with enemies that have armor or something like that, weak enough that it isn't all-consuming or absolutely lethal, and it needs to be able to be used responsibly or irresponsibly, so nothing that is harmless to people or that requires suffering to function or anything like that.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hmmm... perhaps telekinesis? It'd probably need an upper size/weight limit on what can be manipulated with the power, but it's a fairly morally grey power in that it could be feasibly used for both a lot of good and a lot of bad. With it, Prospero may be able to tear off armor plating on well-armored foes, shield himself from attacks by having an object take the hit for him, or disarm opponents by pulling their swords and guns and such right out of their hands.*
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)
(finally have some free time)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
(anyone want to rp)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin