Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Isaac climbs up. He has a black lens in his hand
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Sounds good, though it might just make me like him too much. Not a bad thing technically, I just would therefore wish no harm to ever come to him in any form.*
The giant sunflower contorts its stem to face Isaac upon hearing him climbing up, staring back at him with an empty abyss. "Hello there."
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)
She follows after them, stretching before going back on her run, long heavy strides as she smiles at everything Omori has accomplished, thinking to herself how much of a prodigy they are, and how dedicated.
Tim takes a long couple moments to contemplate what has been offered, unsure how to answer, and therefore lost in thought before he finally looks back up to them “Is… is anyone going to get hurt?” He asks, curious and clueless, like any of child, yet slightly more… something.
*And what if I gave him this trait, and then immediately ripped him in half?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I would never forgive you, and Rag would never feel love towards one of your characters again.*
*Interesting reaction... but what does it mean?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Now that I think about it, Omori has been learning about magic at a really prodigious rate. Her being steeped in powerful shadow-magic for years might have something to do with that.*
Omori stretches a bit as well before following after Merabelle with all the energy and joy in the world, occasionally dipping into and out of shadows to keep pace.
"Only those that try to hurt us. I assure you, no one else will be in pain. You have my word." It extends one of its roots towards Tim in the same way one would offer a handshake. "Do we have a deal?"
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)
*Likely means Rag therapy is forever off the table.*
*Cut for Yvonne. Like fr.*
She makes sure to stay just slow enough for them to keep up, the stars above shining as the day fades to night, and the light of her constellations become even more bright, and beautiful.
They look at the root for a moment, not sure what to do before saying “Can I… have some time to think about it? Please?” He politely asks, rubbing his thumbs together absentmindedly.
Prospero is trying to earn money by shoveling snow. Not just from lawns and driveways and stuff, but from the roads as well. A wheelbarrow of rock salt sits on the ground nearby.
Desi is sleeping off one-too-many vodkas in the tavern, slumped over his table.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Jacque and Juliette have been trying to help out, though they don’t need the money, they lack the strength to take lots of snow with each scoop, but they are making as much progress as they can with enthusiasm.
Omori continues to keep pace, and as day turns to night, her swimming through shadows becomes more frequent. Around when it is fully night, Omori is a roiling inky wave of darkness, moving like a liquid through the dark of night, with two spots of yellow light around where her eyes are. She occasionally looks up at the stars in the sky and around Merabelle with a sense of childlike wonder.
"...Very well. Take your time. If you decide you want to take my offer, let me know." It sets down the pot it had coiled in its roots, and moves back a pace.
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)
*hi*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The big boi watches them happily, then his expression drops as he hears a familiar sound.
"Hhhhhhekekekekeke... New kids on the block... time for a test, isn't it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Eventually, she stops again, finished with the run as she lays on the grass, looking up to the bright stars in the sky with a look of nothing but joy. She has a smile as wide as the sky above “Yer gonna end up with all this Omori, I can just feel it. Shadow magic is what yer best at, but the stars are yours ta claim.”
They nod, holding the vase in their hands, looking at it as they walk into the Inn, needing some time to think things over, unsure whether their drive for knowledge of what they are is higher than anything that may happen.
Both turn in confusion, wondering who that voice could belong to, and what they may possibly want to try with them. At the sight of his expression dropping they are confused.
Riotan slides into the opposite chair, looking tired as well.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Unfixable things." she sips the tea. "Things like borders and family ties and the past"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Wanna rp Jobah? If you do, could you pick?*
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.)