Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*Now to devour you.*
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
They hug them tightly, “T-thank you…” They oook confused for a moment “Siblings? I… okay… I’ll be your sibling someday.”
*You are the sunlight, something I cannot live without. My friend.. my food... My nourishment.*
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
*NOOOOOOO-*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Yay, you’re back. Hope you’re doing better, I’m happy ta see ya again.*
"No, thank you. I haven't had a family in centuries." It cuddles a bit closer.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Drink deeply and guiltlessly, boi. I will gladly be your meal.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I’m… not sure I can… trust my family anymore. You’re so nice.” He lets them, sitting back down and cuddling the same.
*Characters.*
Samaritan is sharpening his knives outside, working them against the whetstone. He hums to himself as he does, dressed in more casual attire.
Father Luciano is praying in front of the statue of Morgana, looking tired. He has been working non-stop to get ready for Christmas.
*AND NOW BRODY BECAUSE WE NEED A H E R O.*
Brody Samson. A name that has fallen from its spotlight in fame. Formerly an action star in films across the worlds. Then he fell after a stint with drugs and alcohol. Little is known as to what happened after he want to rehab and it looked like he was forever going to be yet another falling star.
Until now.
Outside, a rampaging Cauterwaller was attacking the town. Suddenly, like a blur, a man steps in. He wears a meat, button up grey dress shirt with the first two buttons open, a pair of nice dress slacks in charcoal, and a pair of sunglasses with ruby-red lenses covering his eyes. He grabs the beast by the neck, throwing it into the ground. It squeals in frighten and runs into the forest, away from the meal it was going to have.
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
Rio is wandering through town and spots her, waving.
Thirteen knocks on the door to her lab, his pattern of knocking probably now quite recognizable to her.
Eito is sitting nearby at the bar, their mind far beyond present events.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hey wendi, think I could rp with Home?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Merabelle waves back to them, calling them over “Get over here!”
She immediately moves to open the door, putting down her scalpel and stopping her magic “Hello Professor.” Her words slightly muffled through the mask “Merry Christmas Eve if you celebrate that nonsense.”
Eventually John gets up from the bar, and decides to have a meaningful interaction once his friend leaves, sitting next to Eito.
"I'm not really all that nice, but I can see why you'd think that. You seem like you see the good in everyone. That's a good talent. You could help a lot of people with that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Course.*
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
He nods along with them, just cuddling and listening to their words “I… don’t remember much… but I think everyone has the ability to be good… I want to help people… as many as I can… I just… want to know what I am.”
He runs over, grinning. “What’s up?”
“Not particularly, but I do admire how shamelessly the whole affair has been secularized and made a consumer nightmare…” He says sadly. “But it’s good to see you. I wanted to give you a gift, and I see you’re attempting to animate a cat?” He looks into the lab curiously.
Eito stares at him, their eyes hinting at an alien mindset and unknown motives.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Loriche has cleaned up her camp a bit and set up an extra bedroll for Home. She bagged a deer and is now preparing the venison for him.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Nothin’. How’re ya doin’? We haven’t talked in a lil bit.” She says, continuing to serve.
She nods, walking back to the car, cleaning her gloves before continuing to work with magic and medical experience “I am, I was wanting a familiar of my own, so I decided to use something I enjoy having around.” She lacks most of the magical knowledge, but she makes up for it with other methods of reanimation that keep the cat conscious.
John squints back at them, a simple man with no true morality, not anymore “Who are you?” He asks.
Home looks out of it, dazed if you will. He has been sitting with his knees to his chest for the last thirty minutes
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
“I’m alright, just hating the cold.” He looks around, rubbing his shoulders with his arms crossed over his chest. “Did you know about Samaritan getting divorced?”
“I know how useful it is to have a trusted companion with a different perspective on things. Well, would you like for me to help you animate it?”
“They dub me as Eito when they speak of me.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.