Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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He watches her full-body wince with his glowing green eyes, contemplating. After a bit, he seems to come to a decision. "You know, these wounds aren't that bad. I can probably just sleep them off." He grits his teeth and stands up, stifling sounds of pain. "You've got other patients who need your help more than I do."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ok then*
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)
“What?… i’m in the City of Fontaine, of the rippling court, MY domain of delight, outside my opera house. Who are you and where did you come from?”
*i love your pfp by the way fry*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I'd be up for it, but I'd rather you post your characters right now. I ate a lot and I'm filled with melatonin as a result.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“No-, I insist… are you sure you don’t need help? At least let me clean your wounds…”
*meeeee tooooo. i ate so much lasagna, i feel like a 40-year-old orange tabby cat with a sociopathic streak*
Thirteen is reading by the fire happily.
Mauric is sharpening his knives and his glaive.
Loriche is making some food for her and Home at camp.
Riotan is chilling on the porch.
Eito is performing annual rites at their shrine.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Your nurses already did that, doc. I really appreciate it, but if you start taking my wounds like that you might not be able to help other folks who need it more. I can handle this. Those guys with the Consumption over there? They can't handle what they're going through. I'm tough as nails, after all. Got that dog in me, as the boss says. Of course, he means it as an insult, but I still make money, so can I really complain?" He chuckles and winces, hand going to his broken ribs. "FFFffffffffine day isn't it?" He wheezes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Garfield my beloved*
He hears someone orating loudly from town. "IT IS BY NATURE THAT THE STRONG PREY ON THE WEAK, BUT WE ARE ABOVE NATURE! WE ARE NOT ANIMALS, BUT MEN! WE CREATE ART AND HARNESS THE POWER OF LIGHTNING IN OUR HOMES! AND YET SOME OF US STILL THINK IT'S OKAY TO BULLY AND ABUSE THE MOST VULNERABLE OUT OF ALL OF US ON THIS HOLIDAY? BLASPHEMY! NOT AGAINST ANY BIBLE OR CODE, BUT AGAINST THE VERY CONCEPT OF HUMAN PROGRESS!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Fine… I won’t take your wounds… but at least stay so my acolytes can help you recover. Just for a while?”
*anyone? Please*
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)
He looks at her weakly. He sits back down, putting his head in his hands. "Alright." He speaks quietly, as if he doesn't want to say it. He clears his throat. "Alright. Not because I'm hurt, but because I respect you and your medical opinion."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Eito winces and stands, taking their shortsword and a few sticks of incense along to investigate.
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 isn’t even a doctor, lol*
her acolytes begin to tend to his wounds in more detail, bandaging them and ✨stuff✨. Mother Misery spends that time tending to someone with weeping pox.
*I am alive and very much stoned.*
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
*You’re lucky weed’s legal in your state bro, I’m stuck beneath the Mason-Dixon Line*
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 wolfman dressed in torn, dirty, formerly expensive clothing is shouting to a crowd. Blood runs down his face from his mouth and nose as he waves around a manuscript written on yellow wood pulp paper. He bellows with the conviction of a preacher and the implicit power of a lord despite the level of disrepair he is in, and seems to have been for at least a year. Eventually, he stops, panting, and holds out his hand to a member of the crowd, who hands him a bottle in a brown paper bag. He holds it up and chugs it, swaying slightly. "This... this will not be our legacy. We strike." The people give a scandalized gasp, . "Today we UNIONIZE! NO WORK! HEAR ME?! And if I see one of you sorry suckers snitching, I'll return the favor in a heartbeat, mark my words."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm just using it RN because my grandparents decided to move stuff around in my room since I don't have a guest room and now everything is out of place.*
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
*👍*
*wanna continue or start anew?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It is said that a lordship from the seven families is coming to town. The son of the late lord, Joseph Marrow, is setting up deep in the woods at the Marrow family home. The home originally belonged to the Great Great Uncle of the Marrow family and recently has been bought back by Joseph to turn it into a new spot to head the local operations for their sugar cane plantations. His son, Sable Marrow, is said to soon arrive via a beautiful ship appropriately named ‘Aphrodite's Blessing’ in harbor at any moment.
Hours go by and get nothing. People begin to fear the worse. Perhaps Poseidon himself sunk the ship because it bored the Goddess of Beauty's name, perhaps the pirates in the cove got to it and plundered all that there was. Who knows… but the lights in the Marrow house have been lit 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