Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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He cackles at the small ornament before putting it on “Thanks Mauric, I’m sure Saphuno will like it. It’s great.” He hugs them again “You’re a great friend.”
“I don’t need ‘em, happy ta have ya take ‘em.” He leans back, looking to the fire.
*okay*
Basil is wearing a red and white hat (yes a santa hat) whist giving gifts to little kids outside
Wind is sleeping next to about twenty half eaten gingerbread men
Lify is reading a tome on abysal (yes I know... not infernal) cooking, making some summoned abysal chickens into basically stuffed chickens
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
“We can always learn more. Even when we are as old as the multiverse.”
“This is… incredible!!” Mauric hugs Felix again. “You’re the greatest!!”
“Oh that was you? I doubt it. Too many demons alive to just have one. And humans can pervert that which is good about their society without help.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Th-thanks. How’s your wife doing?”
“Good.” He licks his lips.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thane walks over to help them, wrapped in the rest of the Christmas outfit, smiling wide as he leans down.
Wind sits next to them in their cloak, taking one of the gingerbread men for themselves.
Lify can hear James, and sense his flamboyance before she even sees him, walking over to her, running his fingers through his hair, his shade pushed up.
He grins “Doing great, life’s been nothing but good, I’m not even possessed anymore. My garden’s doing good despite the cold. Everything’s looking up, I don’t even hate myself that much anymore.” He mentions the last part quickly.
He shakes his head, finishing his water and watching the flames. *Good end?*
Basil notices Thane and turns to him "Hello"
Wind wakes up just a bit "Hi... Evan?..."
Lify turns to James "How've you been?"
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*that’s EXACTLY what Rio is about.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"A good observation. You're sharper than a lot of mages. Would you happen to be a necromancer or diviner? That seems like a very time-oriented observation, and most other specialists don't consider time a notable resource. If they did, they wouldn't be wizards."
Felix squeaks like a dog toy. "You're welcome! I'm glad you like it!"
"Sure, they could destroy their own society, but not in the way that we want. Entropy and chaos are similar on the surface, but Entropy is pure destruction and is natural, while Chaos is a contrivance that crudely sustains itself by force. We want Chaos, not Entropy. A world of silence would be boring."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Tarra.*
He turns to them, smiling “Hello friend. May I help?”
He continues nibbling at the gingerbread “Hello Wind.”
He sighs, deflating immediately “Absolutely terrible, but what else is new?” He chuckles.
*Cool. Maybe they could be friends at some point.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Samaritan is outside, preparing what appears to be a huge feast. He has already set out brussel sprouts with bacon, a whole roast boar, three roast chickens, steamed broccoli, roast broccoli, mashed potatoes, a rack of lamb ribs, ground owlbear lasagna, stuffed cheese tortellini, stuffed shells, baked oysters, raw mollusk, baked possum heads, fired spiders, chocolate and cherry pie, Button Mushroom bites, and chocolate lava cakes.
It looks like anyone is welcome to join in the Christmas meal.
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
*yeah*
“I’m glad. You deserve all this and more. I really care about you, man.”
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.*
“I disagree, but I’m not going to argue with you about it.” He pulls back “Want to get something to eat?”
In Samaritan's office, something lurks in the shadows. A long claw, so deep blue it looks like it's made of tar, reaches out of the shadows and places a present from Felix on the desk. "Your wish is our command, small friend..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Of course you can" Basil hands over about five gift wrapped boxes
Wind stretches "Don't... eat fifty... I... made a mistake..."
Lify pats him on the shoulder, than gets back to prepping the chicken, her tail swaying a bit as she does
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
He begins handing out some of those boxes to people, happy to do so, a smile on his face.
“I don’t plan to eat that many.” He says, still nibbling on the first.
James sighs and walks over to them “What the heck is that?” He asks curiously, looking at the chicken, and a bit at the tail but talking about the chicken.
“I’m a necromancer. A pretty good one if I do say so myself…” He smirks.
Mauric giggles at his comical squeaking. “Where’d you even get this?”
“Well sure, if there’s nothing there’s no fun. People should sustain their world through a Darwinist, hedonistic exchange of mutual pain and pleasure. The strong retrieve and the weak surrender, and those who can claim those titles are constantly in flux. A state of disorderly existence that can be pretty sweet for a magically influential guy who likes food, sex, and power more than any of the entreatments of rational culture.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Riotan pulls up energetically. “Can I help?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
And just like that, the security system in Samaritan's office goes off. He is suddenly teleported there, knife in hand "Who the hell is in here?!?" He bellows.
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