Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*Yes, of course who do you want?*
FOR ALL PEOPLE ATTENDING THE YULETIDE MASQUERADE
soon, as the boat turned submarine dives deeper, the dark below them begins to glow with a faint cyan light, like the sun is shining down upon them, upside down. It gets brighter, and brighter, and brighter, and…
suddenly, the boat is flipped over, so fast nobody even falls as they surface. The bubble disappears, and they find themselves in that beautiful city they saw in the reflections. They are on a raised canal, fifty feet above the surrounding marble streets. The canal rushes with pristine, clear water which gently pushes the boat along. The city, it seems, is built on the water, and it’s actually rather small, though still grand. As it gets farther from the water behind them, the city gets higher and higher up. The canal brings them slowly towards the center of the city, an open plaza, at the center of which is a fountain, glistening in the dusk’s light. The fountain is three layers tall, and it sprays a clear, perfectly clean water. The plaza is full of foliage, as well as strange technology, like eighteenth century elevators and similar inventions that lead higher up to the city. At the center of the plaza is an enormous, symmetrical building, with golden and white arches, streams of water flowing around it like miniature moats, and a grand hallway with glass doors. It’s a magnificent structure, somewhere between the Sydney Opera House and Buckingham Palace. The man gets out of the boat and helps everyone else out, while other servants rush to escort them to the Palace, greeting them and welcoming them to the home of the Rippling court, and to the Fontaine Theatre and Opera House.
Felix chuckles and nods. "I don't think anyone in the name of ever has deserved love. But that's what makes it so important. It's one of the few good things you can do in this world that doesn't hurt someone else in the process. Love is a gift from the divine, and it deserves to be shared. No one deserves to be loved, but everyone deserves to love."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(glad you narrowed it down :P)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
She looks down from the tree, at first not knowing where the sound came from. "Oh, hello! Whatcha doing?" She asks, gesturing to the bundle of sticks.
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)
“It’s the greatest part of my life I’ll likely ever have. I ain’t takin’ it for granted.”
He tries his hardest to remain conscious, but it obviously struggling.
“W-what do you mean?”
KK is speechless, looking around at the remarkable architecture and quickly making drawings. She gets so absorbed in her sketching that she almost forgets about the ball- something she is reminded by when the accompanying mannequin taps her on the shoulder and gestures to most of the crowd going into the theatre. The two then somewhat hurriedly go to catch up with the group.
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)
Merabelle nods along with his words “Mhm, an’ we are all gonna love ya regardless, cause yer the closest out o’ anybody I know ya deservin’ it.” She pats their head softly “Yer the strongest out o’ all of us, an’ life’s been treatin’ ya nothin’ but wrong.”
Basil pats the kid on the head
His near unconscious mind feels one thing that is slightly strange, as few right now: warmth
"What do you think I mean?"
. ݁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!
Paia's eyes widen like a kid in a candy store, and if brynn hadn't grabbed her collar, she would have ran off
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 crowd is ushered into the theatre and gently guided along to a circular atrium, the walls lined with paintings, sculptures, and lavish blue curtains. At the other end of the room is a grand set of staircases, with blue carpets and white fabrics hanging from the railings. A grand chandelier is at the center of the room, and there are a few tables to sit at, as well as a dozen masked servants walking around, offering guests cider and strange, delicious smelling foods. Guests are being ushered in constantly, and the room isn’t even a quarter full. At this point, there are at least fifty guests. There is also a… strange lack of security.
The kid snaps at them, as Dragonborns commonly do at that age, though their jaw isn’t nearly strong enough to hurt them.
He tries to identify where the warmth is coming from, though it comforts him immensely.
“I… I don’t know… you just kinda… said we were going to be a duo.”
Brynn beelines for the nearest table, stopping momentarily to grab a cider, and sits down.
Paia is only somewhat disappointed by her friend abandoning her and stands against the wall, eyes fixed on what would inevitably become the dance floor and waits.
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)
Felix looks around some more and thanks pretty much every servant he comes across. He seems very chill given the circumstances.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Basil chuckles a bit, and soon says to the kid "Do you want a snack" Basil pauses, and pulls out some candy "If it's okay with Thane"
Lify is almost back to her normal warmth, and she hugs James
"Exactly!"
. ݁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!
*Cut for Tarra.*
The kid chirps at them, happy to hear the word snack, Thane nodding, smiling “They may have a snack.”
He kisses them softly, trying his best to hug them back.
“W-what does that mean?”
He grins, a relatively rare occurrence. "Eh, I'm used to a low level of constant turmoil. Just how it goes. You guys had it worse."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
KK stands a bit closer to her mannequin bodyguard upon seeing the strange lack of security, the two walking over to one of the tables and sitting down. She seems a bit nervous, but is trying to act as if she was otherwise.
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 sees a couple of extravagantly dressed humans waltzing by, as well as an orderly, authoritative woman with olive skin and a slight limp, wearing some cross between a dress and a military outfit, with multiple badges. She’s flanked by two servants, who seem to be making sure everything is in order. A small band arrives, as well. Someone, an older woman with grey hair is about to sit down at a table, the same one Brynn is heading to right now. She doesn’t notice them.
“We may have had it worse, but you’ve done so much more for us. I just wish I could repay ya fer everythin’ but there likely ain’t anythin’ I can do.” She grins back at them lovingly.