Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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He nods. "Of course." When he chops, he uses a big knife to fit his chubby paws, but uses a surprising amount of speed given the weight of the implement.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Once they eventually meets at the river they find, waiting for them, 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.
He doesn’t notice, continuing to hum and flip from page to page.
Once they eventually meets at the river they find, waiting for them, 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, also a bit… strangely, considering Felix is wearing a Pumpkin mask.
"Thank you. And please don't hurt him. I'm sure it was just business."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Thank you…” he says. “You may board.” He moves out of the way to give them access to the boat. Perception: 6
“I hope yer doin’ good Felix, I wanted ta come after ya when ya left, but I knew ya needed the space, I was worryin’ about ya the whole time an’ I couldn’t imagine ya gettin’ hurt by somethin’.” She says, continuing to cook as she does so.
*I'm doing pretty good. How art thou?*
KK, as well as a tall six-armed mannequin (the additional one she brought along with her), step onto the boat, with KK briefly showing the letter as proof of invitation. She wears a blue tailcoat and matching skirt with a white shirt and pants- the coat and shirt both having modified sleeves to accommodate for her four arms. All of her outfit has a faint silvery trim to it, and the mannequin has similar atttire. KK's mask, aside from the silver trim around its edges, is smooth and featureless, and her hair is tied back in a bun. The mannequin wears an identical mask, though that doesn't change its appearance much.
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)
Nothing seems off about the two as they board the boat, paia fussing over Brynn's hair and tie.
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)
*great! Just had my math final!*
the man at the boat eyes the mannequin brought along with her, opening his mouth to say something, but choosing not to at the last moment.
"I won't- promise." It replies, pulling the last few heaps of soil from the pit and adding them to the now-large pile of dirt that was excavated.
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)
He looks to the letter, which of course he brought with him before bowing to them respectfully and stepping into the boat, smiling charismatically, his eyes glowing through the mask.
*I should note that the helmet is completely colorless*
He hands over the letter. "I apologize for my mask, I didn't have any on hand so I had to make one. Masquerades aren't a regular occurrence for me, I'm afraid."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The man chuckles a bit before turning back to greet new arriving guests.
Many more guests arrive at the river, most seemingly randomly chosen. A couple commoners, a woman from a local noble family, and half a dozen others.
*Awesome! [throws confetti]*
The mannequin looks curiously back at him for a moment, before silently striding over and sitting on the boat alongside KK, who is making a sketch of something with her notepad and pen.
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)
Damian smiles, walking through the group, making conversation and witty banter, and only stealing from those who appear to be far richer than everyone else around them, unable to resist.
“It’s fine.” He says in a hushed tone, though still chuckling a bit.. “Every year, they invite people with a day’s notice, and they do it randomly. You certainly aren’t the strangest person who’s come to one of the balls.”
"I get that. I'm doing okay. I went back home for a while, but it wasn't any better than when I left. It had barely changed, actually. A lot of people try to exploit the giving nature of strugel culture, so Honkachu is suspicious of outsiders and even people who spent a good amount of time away."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Thank you again, Helianth." He gives it a little hug. "Here's hoping all goes well."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels