Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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“Who might you be sir? If I may ask.” He puts the cookies away, his grip surprisingly strong for some teenager “And that’s good, I try to make things better, but you seem to be doing everything you can, cool.”
“Make a monster? Interesting, I find myself specializing in healing magic, but I’ve got a bit of understanding in every field. That’s what it means to be a magic scholar, even one of the shallowest variety. I simply seek to learn what I do not yet know for the sake of helping those who need it.”
I wanna rp but I only have my cosmo guys on cosmo*
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.. want you.. to be happy." He said "And if... you are not..happy, I want.. to help you find a way...to change that." He said, his tone empathic.
"That would be nice.." Toboroth said, crawling down the trees. He is massive, his body as long as a five car train and thick enough to rival redwood trees.
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 beams back at them, tucking hair behind her ear, still blushing “Don’t sell yerself so short.” She kisses her thumb, putting her thumb onto their forehead, leaving a lipstick mark there.
He chuckles as they are poked “Maybe, but I ain’t nearly as high as ya put me. I’m still just a man.”
He blinks and blushes "Thank you.." he says.
"You are on par with God's." He said and kisses him.
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
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"I'm just the Neighbor. Well, more than that, but I've been told to not spill the beans every time someone asks for my name. I'm here to help, no matter what. I'm well-versed in just about every field, aside from practical magic, I mean. I'm still just a man, after all. I have learned Prestidigitation, but that's the limit of my arcane might."
It turns around fully. It's not even close to human, but its faceless mask and tattered cloak add just enough ambiguity that when not facing it directly it could pass for a person. "You are a scholar? With a wide variety of interests and capabilities? Incredible. May I tutor you? It will be free, I just want to teach someone who is truly interested in learning."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Cut for Wendi.*
She continues to drink, eventually finishing her stories for the moment, smiling lovingly at them “It ain’t nothin’ I wouldn’t a done if I didn’t start lovin’ ya.” She says, chuckling softly.
He kisses them back passionately, his hands holding them for a moment “Thank ya.” He says, sighing.
*Cut for Baalze.*
He looks at them, surprised yet again “You have special skills in every kind of field? That’s very impressive, I guess just meeting you is an honor then huh?” He says, rubbing the back of his neck “Thanks for coming here to help people.”
He looks back to them, his eyes glowing a soft silver hue “I would be happy to be taught, though I am not as much as you would expect me to be. I only have been using magic in cases of research to assist my brother, who has been ill up to this point.”
"You make me happy. Everything about you makes me so, so happy, Ichigo. I want to keep you safe and happy as well."
The Neighbor continues grinning as if it weren't in massive danger if such a being even vaguely considered attacking. "I've gone ages without a family. My children hate me. My wife is long dead, as are all my other relatives."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Heh. I don't fight. I die. I found that even if I could wipe out a village with a single breath, it will never make me happy. Never make me fulfilled. So I'm happy to lay here and just watch the people who massacred my family and took my children... watch them just be awful to each other. Not like I could stop them. All I can do is show them where they have room to improve." It rolls back onto its side. "Even if you aren't the father, nothing is new under the sun. Children are crazy, beautiful creatures, and they need love and forgiveness from everyone."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Mother Misery buys him some tea, inviting it to sit with her.
*do you now?* Aurelia looks the beast dead in the eyes. ”no… They- either it was just an accident or-…. Or they somehow managed to h-hide from me-… that’s what happened… Leave. Leave and talk to nobody…or I’ll kill you.”
Vanilla smiles slightly, drifting off into sleep. They snore lightly, but thunder rumbles in the distance each time.
*hello*
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)
*Wanna rp Arch? For the little amount of time I do have?*
"Heh. I'm nothing special. I just dedicated too much time to learning and not enough to doing. I've chosen to change that."
"And that is good enough. A healer. I have a good curriculum for you." It holds out a claw and summons a tome, the pages gently flipping. "What is your strongest spell? Your go-to in an emergency?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I apologize for humanities actions on your family. I hope what you do truly brings improvement, at the cost of few lives.” The rest of the pups climb out of their hiding spots, leaving 12 in count. 11 of them approach and cuddle with The Beast, but Fenrir heads behind Sylvan and silently growls. “He means no harm. He just wishes to be tough like his namesake.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*I could, but I am wildly inconsistent right now. I celebrate Christmas with 3 different groups of people over the span of two days, so I’m with my grandparents right now, we’re openin’ presents.*
“Most people don’t do any doing at all from what I understand. So the fact that you do makes you more than most right?” He asks, not wanting to step out of line.
He looks to the time, analyzing it for a moment before saying “I would have to say Divine Word, I don’t have the strength to cast ninth level spells, but most of my other spells help others with healing or making them temporarily stronger.”
It does so, smelling the tea deeply. "So, I take it you're a healer... in your own way, of course."
It leers at her. "There is no murder you could commit that could silence me. But don't worry, I don't want to hurt you. I just want to watch you squirm. Guiltless, ugly thing. No better than Mortalkin." It licks its chops. "Kill me if you like. I am a part of a whole. A single appendage of a horrible octopus. You are helpless, and you are utterly alone. How ironic for a fey of all creatures."
The fiend sits in a rocking chair and opens a tome, reading and watching over Vanilla. *This seems like a good place to end it, unless you have yet another twist for me.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels