Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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(you want to rp wendo)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
i do!
*i know david*
*i'm sad*
*i know david*
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)
*Sure!*
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
"No, no, you're sharing your feelings. I can listen." Felix sits down in a chair with his coffee and kicks his feet like a child. "I understand what you're saying, and I wish I could help, but that would take a skill level a bit beyond mine."
Cathan looks at the dove and begins to cry. He puts a damaged hand against his covered mouth to stifle the sobs. "Why? Why now? All this pain, and the gods choose to intervene now?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Felix leans against him. "So, how have you been?"
"Gods, you are pathetic." He tries to stand but fails. One of his bodyguards lifts him to his feet, clearly afraid of both Eito and Cathan. "My goal isn't to fix the past, but the future. To remove the institutions that created any horror as vile as I. No world that can create this kind of hatred, this level of agony, deserves to stand. I will be a hero. I'll finally be pure. I'll be able to drink milk again."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Unfortunately so, beyond mine as well." He sighs "Still, forgive me, I have been under stress recently. William heading back to college, my divorce, stuff of the sort." He sips his coffee "I recently employed Mauric, Merabelle, Rag, and Geralt to my restaurant and they have been working wonderfully. Mauric is my Sous Chef, the rest working as like cooks."
"I don't know.. I wish I could have the answer for you but I am just one man, nothing godly, nothing special." He says. He digs through his bag and produces healing ointment, handing it to them "But I want to try and help."
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
“What’s the case?”
“Well, do you know any magic?”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*i am disgusting and sick*
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)
"Divorce case in hell." He says, shrugging.
He shakes his head "Never learned."
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
(who you got?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*why milk?????*
“I’ve been fine. I feel like the fur on my ears has been looking kind of grey lately though.”
“No you won’t.” Eito’s voice is still as hushed, ethereal, and paradoxically sonorous as ever, but their words are biting and angry. “You will spill onto the lands with your masses in blood and thunder, and you shall slay the oppressors. And yes, for a while, others who were put down shall rejoice. But what of the families and lovers of your casualties? Slay them. They loved the oppressors, they must be oppressors too. But what of those who loved them? You can’t slay everyone who hates you, but you’re afraid that they’ll make things as they were. So you impose yourself as the leader, for that’s what you already were, the people just don’t know it. They need to know how much you’ve helped them. But eventually, you’ll hate everyone just as before, because you can’t make them love you. All you can do is make them afraid. So that’s what you’ll do. And someday, they will do the exact same thing to you through a new channel. Your spice is just the new church, a medium for power. And in the end, you are alone with your hate and anger for everything. And you have a choice. You will succumb. Or. You will understand. And if you choose the latter…” They inhale slowly. “…you will know exactly what I am and why.”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*rp pls*
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)
"I'm sorry to hear about the divorce. I don't know Geralt, but I know Mauric is worthy of his new position."
He takes it. He hesitates, then unwraps his headscarf to apply the ointment and... oh, goodness, his face. (spoilered for body horror)
It's mangled beyond even magical repair, burned by fire, acid, magic, and spices. Skinless, scarred by thorns and barbed wire. There are places where his rotting, mangled flesh has been scraped off entirely.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I am more surprised no one scooped him up yet. He is an amazing chef, has all the qualifications to be the head of any restaurant yet he is being a janitor at the inn." He grunts "Poor use of his skills."
Luciano doesn't seem disgusted, a warm smile on his lips as he helps him reapply the scarf afterwards "Made that myself. Helps with muscle and nerve pain." He explains.
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
*It cancels out the effects of his peppers and spices, so he can't consume it anymore.*
"I'm like, twice your age and I'm fine. I'm sure you will be too."
"Quite the prophet, aren't you? You have no idea who you're talking to. Hhhhhekekekeke..." He turns to his guard. "We're clearing out."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No idea why they made me a cook before they promoted him. He's better than me at just about everything."
"Nice. I have to change my medications regularly or I start developing a tolerance." He sounds almost... lucid.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I would say that your levels on on par." He says, tilting his heads to the side "Then again, you both differ in what you create."
"I see. I will experiment with them to very doses and will keep these on hand then and if you need them, you can come and see me." He nods
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
*anyone wanna interact with my little cosmic bootstrap paradox demi-deity psychopath?*
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An odd disturbance can be felt near the inn. Any electric device nearby flickers on and off in a consistent pattern. .. .----. -- / .... . .-. .
A small, star-shaped rift opens just outside, and all the disturbances seem to be coming from it, along with the faint sound of a child laughing
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)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Maybe that's it. I dunno. I used to be super jealous of him, but I've mellowed out since then."
"I... thank you. I've been in so much pain for so long. I wasn't sure if I could feel anymore."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels