Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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*SUGAR WATER MAN, WHERE IS MY SUGAR WATER?!?*
On a particularly rainy day, a couple of dozen seemingly random people (including any characters of your choice) receive gilded letters sealed with dark blue wax, the symbol being a perfectly balanced scale. Opening it, you find it says:
“Dear resident of the Material Realm, you have been given the chance to attend an event of the lifetime, the Yuletide masquerade ball, Hosted by the Rippling Court!” It goes on to talk of the dress code (masks, anything blue or white) the various events (a classical band, an opera performance, among other things). In addition, you can bring 1 person along with you. At the end of the letter, it says:
“Meet at the 17th hour at the local river. Transportation will arrive shortly, bring this letter as proof of invitation.
-The Rippling Court.”
*may I please have Thane, James and anyone else?*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*Stop apologizing or I'll give you a reason to be sorry.*
He hugs her back. "If you ever need any help, I'll be here, alright?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*aww [gp] GTG for like half an hour too and hour and a half*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
Thane is working out with nothing better to do, curling a dumbbell with one arm, holding their child with the other.
James is unconscious at the bar after having a few too many drinks, and doesn't regret it for a moment.
The new arrival is walking around, their fire spirit burning all the snow around them as they walk.
*Description for new arrival-
They appear to be some kind of goat person, around their young adult years, fur and all, but not in the way a Saytr is a goat person, they have the full goat head and horns. They have slightly tinted red skin underneath the fur, and hold a wooden staff with a burning blood red crystal at the center. They seem meek, lacking much muscle mass, wearing robes that could be 'mistaken' for a dress and no shoes. Their full pupiled eyes burn with the same heat within the crystal, and are followed by a small burning spirit which seems to be their companion, looking quite adorable the both of them.
*
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.)
"We should resolve this issue by talking to the person who put out the bounty. It would be a lot easier than fighting every bounty hunter that comes along."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
KK finds one of these letters, and is immediately ecstatic at the prospect of attending. She begins tailoring an outfit for the ball, her mannequins assisting her in its creation.
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)
*My sincerest regrets Lord Baalzeboop*
She gets back up from hugging them "I'll keep that in mind, how 'bout you help me chop veges?" She walks back over to the mincing station.
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.)
Paia finds the note and begins to show it excitedly to brynn, who couldn't be less excited. Paia then proceeds to yap about balls, dancing, and everything associated for 20 minutes.
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)
"Agreed. I think I remember where I left that hunter- Once I'm done digging out this pit, I'll go fetch him and see if he knows who did it."
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)
Samaritan is outside with William, the two standing on the station to the rails. The two poke fun at each other as they laid Williams items on the train.
The Herald is sitting outside in the misty rain, staring up the darkening skies. He taps his knife against his knee, humming softly to himself.
Father Luciano stands in front of the statue of Morgana, crying a little bit. He feels a sense of melancholy wash over him.
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
Grimes sits in the shade nearby, not very interested in being caught in the wetness of the rain. He is reading a book, joining in the soft humming.
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.)
*yay! How are ya doin, Yvonne?*
Once she eventually meets at the river (I’m just skipping ahead a bit to this point if that’s alright :>) she finds, waiting for her, a small, elegantly designed boat painted white with blue patterns of waves, flowers, and storms, as well as the same scale symbol that was on the seal for the invitation. On the shore next to it is a finely dressed young man, wearing exclusively blues and whites. He looks at you expectantly.
TH tilts his head, watching Grimes carefully.
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
Once they eventually meets at the river (I’m just skipping ahead a bit to this point if that’s alright :>) she finds, waiting for her, a small, elegantly designed boat painted white with blue patterns of waves, flowers, and storms, as well as the same scale symbol that was on the seal for the invitation. On the shore next to it is a finely dressed young man, wearing exclusively blues and whites. He looks at them expectantly.
Damian receive the letter and can't help but feel the need to go, heading to the river at the exact time require, dressed in an extravagant maroon three piece suit and wearing a decadent white mask to compliment his collar (don't ask), smirking softly, his wife, Saphuno in toe.
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.)
Felix dresses in his snow-white finest, although he has trouble finding any blue items or masks. Eventually, he puts a dented metal pumpkin over his head and cuts eye holes into it, then puts on a blue tie. He brings with him a variety of small items in his coat, such as herbs and trinkets, along with the letter.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Paia hands him the letter with grace. Both are wearing hand-carved white poplar masks and white finery. Paia's mask resembles a rabbit, while Brynn's has the beak of a hawk. *Can you give me a perception check?*
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)