Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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Shako walks over to Holy Tex, carrying with her a staff of healing.
Bookwyrm walks over to Felix and grabs some of the pillows quietly, wanting to make a pillow fort.
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Homebrew: Monsters Species Spells Background(s)
I am secretly a green dragon. Also a Demon Lord.
"Uh..." Leo's eyes dart to the left before getting a bit of an exasperated look on his face. "Yeah yeah..." he mutters before looking back at Damien. "Asada says they can keep their opinions to themselves. He's not a big fan of gods or other divine beings...bad experiences in the past and all that."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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As she gets close, she feels invigorated by his mere presence. Acceptance and forgiveness flow out from him, but at the same time he exudes an air of power. Not regality or nobility, just raw power. "Hey there, pardner. You here to volunteer?" He smiles at her.
He stirs, sitting up and yawning like a cat. "Hey... you want any help with that, man?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anyone on?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I am alone... I don't like being alone. When I am alone, when I have no one to scare... I get very frightened myself.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*yeah it do be like that (fades away)*
. ݁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!
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*oh no soul… and no name…*
*and no story… what a shame…*
*cruel existence was only a sham…*
*Oh Saint Peter…*
*let me in!*
*you must know where I’ve been*
*can’t you tell me at last who I am?*
*Hello, cookie friend.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hellos to you! We’re making peanut butter and Hershey’s kisses cookies, and some decorated Christmas sugar cookies. How art thou?*
*Those sound good. I introduced the Sacred Tex a bit ago. No one really responded.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*how unfortunate. I’m not sure how much time I have, but I could try and interact!*
*yaaaaay, my racist, homophobic, and everything else phobic grandparents are coming to visit me tomorrow... I m s o e x c i t e d.*
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
*Let them freeze outside. You do not have to let them in.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Here's the intro, if you get the time:*
A very large cowboy dressed in monochrome rides into town on a white horse. All his clothes seem to be made of flexible, light grey metal, and he wears a long cape with black stripes and a symbol of a winged, crying eye on it. He has short blonde hair, a perfect grin, dazzling blue eyes, and many scars. He carries no gun, but a broken flail sits at his hip and a shield protects his back. He has bright red cords wrapped around either hand, wound so tight that they might be red from his blood. He hops off his steed and strides into the tavern. "Heard trouble was afoot. Somethin' 'bout the Fey. Those folks can sure rustle up some trouble when they're riled, and boy howdy do they sound riled somethin' fierce!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*question- is the trouble he’s referring to the Yuletide ball or some other fey related trouble I know nothing about? Because I know there is an abundance of fey characters here*
At the tavern, sitting in the corner at a table, discussing something with an old grieving man, is Mother Misery. With a maroon dress patterned with marigolds and other flowers, gloved hands, a large hat with a feather, and a golden mask with a calm, pleasant expression, she turns to the cowboy. “Sir… are your hands alright?” She asks, sounding a bit concerned.
*I agree. let them suffer. tho U can ruin it for them tommorrow but no one 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!
*I know I know but cleaning my shower also needs to be done.*
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
*Other fey shenanigans. Alaric's Green Man has been stealing names and the like and kidnapping children. Specifically Georgie, Yuri's adopted son. Also, sorry for the delay, my mom was teaching me how to make flatbread.*
He chuckles. "Oh, these? Nuthin' to worry 'bout! I can cross mah arms for a 'mergency holy symbol! Ilmater, y'know? But I could loosen em' a bit. I ain't needin that much protection from dark forces right now." He loosens the cords a bit and rapidly heals the cuts. "Thank ya for the concern, madam, but it's y'all I'm worried 'bout! Someone's been botherin' the fey, and that ain't good fer anybody!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I made cinnamon sugar pretzels :D*
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