Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*Want to RP me beloved rock.*
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
*Hey Wendy, wanna roleplay?*
This is an entity known as The Beast, which is a simple name for an incredible creature. It is sapient, and strangely nonviolent despite being an embodiment of evil. Its motives are unknown, but it seems to appear around major tragedies and desperate times. Whether it's drawn to them or it causes them is ambiguous.
It coughs and stands up. It hacks up some expensive-looking toys, all brand new. Then it chuckles. "Well, well... hunters. You remind me of mortalkind. If you are going to kill me, you might as well save us the time and do it quickly." It stretches and yawns, looking very doglike in the process. "It's not going to matter in the long run."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sure! I set up my characters a page back.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yes!*
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
*alrighty!*
Mother misery is taking a break from being a doctor, having just cured someone of a broken arm. Her left harm, despite being completely covered by her sleeve and glove, is hideously mangled. She is sitting at a table, a cup of tea in front of her, despite the fact she doesn’t seem to eat or drink.
Vanilla is outside, making a snowman. It’s made out of sugar, with chocolate eyes and a candy corn nose.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Ichigo watches him, kinda like a dog watching someone cook.
The Neighbor hears a voice in its head, it's old and raspy. "You.. smell of.. the dark.."
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
She suddenly smells the air getting sweeter, floral fragrance filling the air despite it being a time for plants to hide or die. She hears a raspy voice in her ear "I thought I smelled another creature of my kind here .."
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
“Thank you… I will. Will you be around here for a while?”
she falters, shaking a bit. “I-… It was probably the Mercier Twins… the magicians, they’re still at the party… it’s not a big deal… it’s not a big deal… It’ll be… out of my hands before the night is over… I-I have more important things to do than this... I’ll tell the guards to arrest the twins… and that’ll be that…” she says, like she’s trying to reassure herself more than the beast. She sits down on her bed, looking at her hands.
he yawns. “Mm… thanks… I could sleep forever and ever and ever…”
*is this for Mother Misery or Vanilla?*
One of the pups charge, yelling in common. “YOU WILL BE DINNER!!!” He trips up on a branch and rolls to a stop at The Beast’s paw. Two other pups run out of their hiding spots. One yells, “Fenrir, you idiot,” while the other silently says to The Beast, “I’m sorry for his behavior.”
Sylvan comes out of his hiding spot with spear in hand. “I agree. Fenrir, the point of a surround ambush is that he doesn’t know where we are. Even if they say they know where we are, stay hidden in case they are pretending.” He turns to The Beast and bows. “I apologize for the children. I’ve only taken them on a few hunts as of now. And we’ve never met a benevolent being of their power before on one.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
(hi arch)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*mother.*
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
*hiya! How are you?*
Mother Misery looks around, to try and find the source of the voice. “And what would your… kind be?”
Felix puts a couple cubes on a plate and squirts some green sauce on it from a big clear bottle, like the kind they use in food trucks. He offers the plate to Ichigo. "The primary substance is basically carbs and fat, but the sauce adds some much-needed nutritional value."
It doesn't move or respond audibly, but instead sends a telepathic message back. "It goes deeper than smell, friend, but I get the impression that you already know that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*imagine how Dorothy would feel if she learned there was a bullet train to Oz after walking 70 miles in heels*
"Of course. So many mortalkind here. Hateful, angry, diseased mortalkind to help. In our own way."
It chuckles. "Really? The twins? You saw how scared they were at the event. How confused they were. This isn't a problem you can handle with an uninformed decision. If your killer gets out, they'll be able to pull this crap again and again until someone does something about it. Imagine how bad a look that would be. You scared? Be scared. This is top priority... after the party, that is. I've never been a fey, but I know... hey... can't a fey tell when someone in their domain has broken the Law of Hospitality?" It chuckles. "I read about that once."
"You could, couldn't you? But you'll need to get up next year at least. Work to be done, lives to change."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Some things never change." It laughs. "I was a father once, so I know how kids can be sometimes. All is forgiven." It lays back down. "I don't imagine I was very good prey, and for that I am sorry."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels