Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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He claps for her. "You're a better singer than I am. I'm sure no one would mind if you helped me perform on the radio once or twice. You can consider your self-imposed debt paid in services rendered if you're up for that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I’m sure I’d be happy ta help, but my voice ain’t nothin’ special.” She says, if she could blush from the compliment she would be, smiling softly before telling everyone they still have work to do “If ya’d have me on that radio show o’ yers I’d sing with ya.”
"So, has life been good recently?"
They cast wind wall, then ice knife on the wall "okay, try to burn the wall of ice!"
. ݁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!
*Uhhh i suppose cowboys :]*
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
The theatre, adjacent to the atrium, is simply enormous. It could seat… at least three thousand. The stage is equally grand, and this is the only room that isn’t completely blue, this one instead having old, dark wooden walls and red curtains.
“Life has been amazing, with all my friends like you in it.”
They put out their hands, their stance still very meek as fire blasts out, making short work of the wall, the heat incredibly potent.
"That's good! and, now you have a kid" Basil smiles, then stares into the void as if thinking of a fond memory
"Good job!" They sit down "Wanna get a drink?"
. ݁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!
*Consider it done.*
Merabelle is still doing work, and happily doing so, charming customers with her southern hospitality and singing to entertain with the voice that might just make angels jealous.
Grimes is in the library, reading up on a book about running, some more books beside him, though those are on romance rather than running.
Sparrow is having himself a drink of water and trying not to smoke inside the Inn. He seems to be talking to himself about something again.
Thane is building a playground in the park from scratch using his great axe and the drive to help children.
*Cut for Tarra.*
Thane turns to them, hugging them “What’re you thinkin’ ‘bout friend?” He ask curious to know that distant memory.
They look to their hands, shocked before walking over “S-sure.”
*just gonna boink this*
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)
*oops, sorry!*
”knew it. You’re lucky you get to attend one of these things…” she mutters.
the soldier chuckles slightly, turning back to her conversation.
*time to write a big thing!*
"Me- oh- sometimes, on diplomatic missions, I used to go off mission, and babysit homeless kids, giving them treats and such"
"Okay" they walk to the inn
*GTG*
. ݁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!
“That… you are a noble person my friend.” He says, putting them back down, patting their head and smiling wide, joyful.
They follow after them, continuing to look at their cloven hooves.
"I wouldn't call it lucky. My silly friend waved her magic wand and dragged me here. I couldn't care less for parties, though a warm drink is always nice. But paia missed all of the frills, I suppose."
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)
Samaritan watches her before calling her back into his office.
The Herald crawls out of the shadows and narrows his eyes "What are you reading?"
Stroth sits near him, snuggling 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
*Boinking for Baalze.*
She heads into his office, quite happy, thinking she has done well her first day, closing the door behind her.
He looks up from the book, dog earing the page “Just a book on working out.” He swiftly tries to put away the other books.
He orders them a cold water “Love ya Stroth. Yer so perfect.”
FOR ALL PEOPLE ATTENDING THE YULETIDE MASQUERADE
the atrium quiets down as a bell chimes throughout the Opera house. Descending down the left staircase of the atrium is an extravagant woman with a pleasant smile on her face. With fair skin, deep blue eyes, one eye lighter than the other, and silvery white hair with streaks of blue, she captures the attention of the entire ball immediately. She wears a dark blue suit sort of outfit over a white vest and a Jabot. She has a blue sash over the vest, with a big bow. Her leggings cut off before her knees, and she wears a heavily layered skirt, longer and with more fabric at the back, all varying shades of blue. Her heels, her suit, and her black and blue top hat are adorned with metal flourishes, the top hat almost having a crown- like appearance. Her left glove is black, and her right glove is white. She descends halfway down the staircase, clearing her throat.
”welcome, People of The Rippling court, and those of the mortal realms…”
“Ungrateful…” she mutters beneath her breath.
(does anyone want to rp)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin