Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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"Not really. I lost my spelljammer, though."
"I gotta experiment with these when I get home. Thank you so much."
"Demon politics are harder to follow because they don't have political parties, meaning you don't know the exact amount each demon hates each other demon. You just have to guess which ones hate which other ones in particular."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Shame. I have an old custom damselfly, but it’s back at my garage.”
“You’re worth it.” He squeezes Felix one last time then lets go.
“Just assume every demon hates every other demon and you’re close enough to the truth to get by.”
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 sounds nice. Hard to get good ships these days. It's like the housing market, really. They're out there, but there's a whole conspiracy to keep prices high."
"I guess I have to believe that now, huh?" He smiles.
"Fair enough. So, why haven't you killed everyone here? As a demon lord, I would imagine it wouldn't be that hard."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Yuletide ball is over and it’s early morning in the Rippling court. Aurelia is in the Opera house Plaza, giving a speech about the events of last night. Guards are crawling around everywhere. The local newspaper’s front page is all about the supposed attempted murder, with a picture of the scene after the fact, and of the Mercier twins and the Archduchess. It doesn’t specifically make anyone suspect… but it certainly isn’t flattering.
Mother Misery is working at her hospital.
Vanilla is offering people sugar cookies, in the shape of snowmen.
*I is tired.*
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, Arch! I'm making a gentleman pugilist wolfman! He's a bohemian artist from a noble family.*
*And by bohemian I mean he spends so much money on carousing and boozing that he can barely afford to live in his "studio," which is just a flophouse above a failing spider-themed grocery store. His family stopped supporting him in anything a long time ago, so he mostly makes money through a mix of pulp novel writing and "vigilante mugging."*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Can you eep, my saucy murderer?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(I is annoyed at myself)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*merry Christmas you lovely goobers!*
*Dad, why.*
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
*how fun! He seems like an interesting character. I’m currently making… I think a demon lord? Something of the sort, named the deplorable prince. He really, really wants to be evil but accidentally makes the world a better place when he does it. He steals sins from others and absorbs them to make himself more EEVIL*
*want to roleplay?*
(hi arch)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*hiya! How are you?*
*So like a sin eater!*
*Dinner is just about ready here. We're having Shrimp Mac! And oven issues. Anyway, I'd love to RP for a bit.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*indeed! He’s going to be deliciously heinous*
*alright! Characters are above. Your dinner sounds great!*
(annoyed at myself. you?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*I’m doing quite well.*
*what happened?*
A broad-shouldered wolfman stumbles in, an almost dance-like stagger from a mix of pain and drunkenness. He has expensive clothes that with many tears in them, clearly not well-maintained. Oh, and he also has a metal pipe impaled into his shoulder, bruises all over his face, and several knife wounds on his torso. "This place free?" He slurs. "The bar threw me out, but I'm still... ouch. All over. The other hospitals said all they could gib me wuz like, painkillers, but even I know not to mix pills... and... something. What was I saying...?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Mhm. But I got mine a century ago when prices were low…”
“You should believe it anyway. You’re a good guy, despite your life. And you deserve to enjoy Christmas with people who care about you.”
“I can get a lot more out of people when they’re alive. Like Samaritan, for instance.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mother Misery, her expression indecipherable with her mask, turns to look at the wolf man. “My, My… what happened?” She rushes over to him, helping him in and giving him somewhere to sit. She calls to one of her acolytes, who gasps, seeing the wolf man’s condition, and rushes towards him as well, assessing his wounds.