Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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*Of course, sweetie.*
*Wanna RP for a bit? I get it if you're busy and don't have time. Holidays can be hectic like that.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Be thankful that God loves you, childe.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Eh, I’ll try. Let’s start talkin’ bout you, how’re you doin?*
*I'm doing good. We have too many candy canes so I'm planning on making a peppermint mocha.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*You say that like there is such thing as too many candy canes, good to hear you’re doin’ good, always worried ‘bout ya.*
*You don't need to worry so much. I'm not a frail infant anymore. I am a frail man.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Of course I want to! :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
*A man that would blow away in a strong enough breeze . I think I’ll continue worrying.*
*Do yall want to rp?*
Felix is drinking a peppermint mocha and staring out the window at the mostly empty streets.
The Abyssal Aspects are together for once and hosting a small holiday party. No one has shown up, and the three monsters are just sitting around drinking eggnog.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Huh. I have a newfound appreciation for Felix now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Rag sits down next to them, looking out to the empty streets, his finger tapping against one of the nearby tables.
*You are deeply welcome. Felix deserves to be a loved tiny boi.*
He doesn't really look away from the window, but he does nod. "Hey, Rag."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods back “Hello Felix.” He sighs, crossing his legs “Felix, what is it like to be cold?”
Ichigo walks over, holding a crudely wrapped present in a rather nice box. Bugs crawl around excitedly, in and out of the folds of wrapping paper. For once, Ichigo has shed his armor. All that stands before Felix is a humanoid shape made of bugs, millions of them keeping the form of what a human looks like.
Toboroth appears, slowly moving over and sitting across front them.
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
*Aw quiet now :(*
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
*Im still here.*
"At first it's uncomfortable. Like tasting mint with your extremities. And it grows more intense as time goes on. Slowly, slowly it creeps from your fingers to your paws to your limbs, cutting through your fur like a knife and infesting your nerves like a virus. Leeching out all warmth and hope. Eventually, it gets so intense that you start to lose feeling. People panic at that point. They shed their clothes, thinking that the weight slows them down. They throw themselves into fires looking for warmth. They cut open their dogs and coat themselves in the blood in a vain attempt to fight back against the chill. Hypothermia does terrible things to the mind, and in a snowstorm, you are isolated even when you have a friend ten feet to your left and right at all times. Human will has a freezing point, and it is much warmer than the freezing point of the organs. Your body pulls back from your limbs, hoping to preserve the blood and heat left inside. If you're lucky, your legs will freeze in a way that lets you walk before your hips freeze solid. If you're even luckier, you can scream loud enough for someone to hear. But by this point, you're basically dead. Even if you get warm in time, your limbs will not recover from the frostbite. Your bones will break from thermal shock, your cells so damaged by ice crystals that they can never recover, and will rot before they heal. Eventually, the cold finally reaches your organs, and they begin to shut down. At this stage, any recovery at all will be hopeless. You might as well lay down and die and hope someone who was better prepared than you brought a 300gp diamond."
Felix sighs. "Hell is cold, Rag. But why do you ask?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*You have given away your location. I am coming to 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