Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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They let them, warm from all their muscle work, pouring some of the alcohol into their mug “Sounds like a fragile newborn.” She says, giggling.
*Oooooh, new food.*
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
*Here you go.*
Sparrow is keeping himself from drinking or smoking by shooting targets at his camp, making sure he focuses on that and nothing else.
Thane has a child, and is taking care of them, looking through his belongings, which isn’t much, for something that may be able to afford him a home.
Grimes is working out shirtless in the forest, making sure to stay as strong as he can, which isn’t very strong, but he’s trying.
Merabelle is chatting up some above average looking guy in the tavern, though he looks incredibly intimidated by the much larger and stronger woman with such a forward personality.
When he turns back to where he last saw his injured sister, all he sees is the thick, sticky blood on the ground, spelling out the words: KNOW YOUR PLACE.
The smog clears, and the only evidence of Cathan's attack is the blood writing, the withered plants from where Jacque misty stepped, and of course, Jacque's injuries.
*I feel like it's a little soon for that. Besides, I don't think that's entirely in Cathan's capabilities.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yeah :D*
*In the mean time, feel free to pick one of my lads to mess with*
*I mean I didn’t mean just yet, but I believe he could manipulate or something leading it there.*
Jacque looks around, Juliette running over to them and beginning to heal their wounds, expecting Prospero to follow, terrified of what they have to deal with, but definitely not going to give up now, he needs to be stopped.
She looks to them, looking into their eyes “Do I really?” She asks curiously.
Prospero watches with interest. "So, what do I owe you for this?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They hug them back slowly “I did miss you too, you’re just so…” She tucks some hair behind her ear.
Prospero looks upset as he pulls them close. "He's never been this aggressive. Something is wrong. He's never been stable, but he always fights alongside his bodyguards at least. We need to find out how to help him."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Help him? He… I… you’re right, we should help him, but he hurt my brother.” Juliette says, healing up his wounds as he explains what happened on his end “Something is certainly wrong, we’ll try not to be vengeful about it, I’m sorry for my first thought.”
“So… perfect for me…” She says, smiling softly at them, some of the glass sticks into her feet, but she doesn’t notice.
She flushes, grabbing a side of their face, pressing their soft lips against theirs slowly, kissing them just for a moment.
"Why do you ask?"
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He nods solemnly. "His usual tricks... mostly. He's vulnerable right now, but even more dangerous than normal. He never bit me before, and he's terrified of removing his scarf. I know how hard it must be to do this, but you need to try and think about this from his perspective. He's tried to isolate me for years, and he had succeeded up 'til now. He's surrounded by people, but I can't imagine he has any friends. He wanted me to be alone like him, I think. But this is more than just jealousy. It would explain the rage, yes, but not the level of recklessness. He's murdered my friends before, but he was always careful about it. Assassins, hit squads, bombs. He's in more pain than usual."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels