Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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“Nice.” He nods and grins.
“No no no. Don’t feel obligated to get me anything at all. I just wanted to help further your career in necromancy.” He draws out from his satchel a wand made from dyed-black mahogany and bits of bone and ivory, ending in a small spiked amythest. “It’s a wand of the war mage. A simple one, only of the first order of power magnitude, but it’s still quite useful.”
“Crusades? So you slaughter the Jews that bore your savior in service of the Rome that killed 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.
*farvel and merry christmas!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She slaps their shoulder again “Thanks, hopin’ all goes well with ya and Samaritan, an’ you find the person ya end up lovin’, ya deserve it.”
They take the wand with tinder care “I’ve got to get you something back for this, thank you. I had not expected anything, this is quite amazing.” They puts the wand into their own side purse around their shoulder.
He shakes his head “Not those crusades, though I have heard of what my brothers in arms did. I left myself of those, though I wouldn’t claim myself any more noble, going to war when it was not necessary.”
*Man, it’s good to rp with you again Jobah, it’s not often we do anymore. It’s unfortunate.*
“I’m glad I didn’t hurt you. I hope it goes well too.” Riotan looks around. “You’re doing a good job helping people. You’re a noble person.”
“Don’t feel the need to get me anything. I’ve grown too old to desire such material things.”
“And what were these wars over…?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yeah i’ve been busy this week, seeing as how it’s the Christmas season and all*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She shakes her head again “Happy ya didn’t hurt me either, an’ I ain’t no noble person, ya know that just as good as anybody. These fangs ain’t fer show.” She gives them a big toothy smile.
“It isn’t about giving you something that you desire, it’s about showing you I try to care as much as you do right? That’s the spirit of the season.”
He shrugs, shaking his head solemnly “As far as I know, they were over nothing at all, I simply thrived for combat, lived for it, and after a while, it was all I cared about. Those days changed me.”
*Yeah I got you man, just happy to get back to the whole thing, yn?*
“What, are you a vampire or something?”
“I suppose so, but you can express that without getting me something. You can express it by showing that same eagerness and love of learning that I see in you when I teach you.”
“Changed you how?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Jobah.*
She cackles, “Nope. Just curse with infinite hunger.” She pats their head.
She nods, looking to their notebook, closing it and putting it away “Okay, though I’m getting you a gift anyway.” They puts their explosives away, petting their cat happily, taking their mask off.
He shakes his head “I… became so much worse. Nothing more than a killer for such a long time.” He sighs.
“We’re so alike then, aren’t we?”
“Will you give this fluffy fellow a name?”
“Better a killer than one who ruins the lives of the still-living.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Are we? Looks like we are, another thing ‘bout our friendship.” She finishes up serving them, putting their food away and standing up.
“They likely did, but whoever gave it to them, took it away when they died. I’ll think of something, hopefully something good.” They says, smiling softly.
He sighs “Maybe, it doesn’t make me good either way. Now I live with that mistake.”
“So where you off to now?”
“No, no, I mean, are you going to name them anything now that they’re your familiar?”
“At least you did not have to die with that mistake… not yet, anyway.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Jobah.*
“Samaritan gives us days off fer holidays, especially with everythin’ he’s dealin’ with. I’m probably headed ta buy Omori a bed, she’s sleepin’ in my cave.” She begins walking “After all, she’s my daughter now. An’ I love her.”
She looks to the cat, rubbing their chin curiously “Hmm, maybe something, or someone I admire. I’m not sure just yet.”
“Not yet, now I use that only skill to help those who need it.” He takes his blade off his back.
“No way! Really?” Riotan looks surprised. “I just met her yesterday! How lovely!”
“Take all the time you need.”
Eito makes a small rasping sound and looks up at the ceiling contemplatively.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I just drank orange juice.*
*It tasted like vomit.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She beckons for them to follow as she continues to walk “A real good one she is, an’ a prodigy at magic, wants ta be a star druid just like her mother.” She says, smiling.
She picks the black cat up, looking into their eyes “… You’re name is Nine.”
John puts his drink down “Tell me more about you, I’ve been talking so much about myself.”
*Orange juice is secretly fruit vomit. I’m sorry you had to learn that the hard way.*
*The acidic sensation can be unpleasant in many situations*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“That would explain why stars were the main focus of the thread of our conversation, then…” He muses to himself.
Thirteen chuckles softly and takes out several of his tomes absentmindedly.
“Once I was a leader. Now I am broken, as I deserve to be. But I have seen some modicum of truth through my half-blinded eyes.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.