Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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She looks down to them, smiling and waving, her hands stained with blood, her teeth matching “Oh hey there sweetheart.”
He smells the air, putting his fists down and picking up his axe before heading towards the smell.
He gives an insane laugh, his head tilting “Is someone interested in my wares, don’t be afraid, I’m just a simple merchant. Or maybe not, who knows?” He giggles.
*I now have the computer back. And soon, you may have the Egregore back.*
*In some capacity.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yay! I love when your characters come back, some characters deserve the run back.*
*Oh thank God, Donn gets his husband back.*
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
"Are you okay?" He asks, pulling itunes cloth for her.
He finds the door to the Marrow Mansion is opened despite it constantly being locked.
"Not.. that." A voice says, it sounds likes it's modified of sorts, like it's not made by a human.
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
*Cut for Wendi.*
She chuckles, taking out a handkerchief, wiping off her hands and mouth “Just finished wrestlin’ a croc, nothin’ too dangerous.”
He sighs, putting his axe at his side, and looking inside before walking inside himself.
He is obviously interested by the voice “Ohhhhh, not human certainly. What may you be, I’m so deathly curious.”
*Happy holidays, everyone!*
Omori is walking around the snow at the forest's edge, picking up rocks and twigs and leaves she thinks look cool.
Helianth is still working on its sun-devouring machine, just as it has every day.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He nods "May I ask what you plan to do with it?" He asked.
He finds the inside is rather clean despite it being an old mansion. The smell seems to be coming from upstairs.
*Think of it like the voice changer from the scream movie's*
"No.. call me a messenger friend." The voice says.
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 Yvonne.*
Merabelle comes along, making sure to continually take care of their daughter in ways her own parents could not, showing constant affection and love.
She thinks for a moment “Probably make ya a romantic dinner, if yer interested.” She says, smiling.
He continues to follow the smell, making sure to leave the furniture intact, and occasionally looking for dust where others wouldn’t easily be able to reach, swiping away any he sees.
*Ah, I see.*
He cackles madly “A messenger? From whom I wonder, so many questions, all so much fun.”
*Hello! How art thou?*
Upon finding something in the snow and picking it up, she cheerily trudges through the snow over to Merabelle, showing her what she found- a tiny mushroom.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Quite good, and you?*
She smiles softly, leaning down to see it better “Well ain’t that quaint, a lil mushroom in all this snow, a lil survivor ain’t it?” She says, chuckling.
"O-oh!" The tips of his ears turn red as he blinks "I-I can help if you want."
Inside, he finds a young man sitting on a chair, reading. He looks up m, suddenly becoming defensive. "E-Excuse me.. I need you to leave please.."
"Don't worry. Consider me a guardian angel on your shoulder." The voice says "Looks towards the darkness, seek out what stares back."
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, Yvonne! I'm about to bring in a new/old character that I think might interest you! And everyone else, of course.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm doing rather well as well!*
Omori chuckles a little bit as well, thinking of something. "Yeah, it's impressive that it's still doing rather well. Actually..." She goes over to the base of a tree- a spot with less snow- and gently places the mushroom in the soil. "Maybe it'll last even longer here. Maybe- I don't know too much about mushrooms."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Cut for Wendi.*
She pats their head with her clean hand “Wouldn’t make ya have ta do that. An’ that’s a cute shade o’ red ya got on ya.” She chuckles.
He looks down to the man, sighing softly “Do you mind telling me why I would have to do that, I certainly don’t want to intrude, simply the instinct of an adventurer.”
At this, the faceless merchant can’t help but laugh “Guardian angel?! I don’t deserve to be guarded, but I won’t stop you.” He suddenly stops laughing.
*That sounds wonderful! I'd love to interact with this character! Are there any of my collection that you'd like?*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She helps them, moving the snow around for more fertile soil, smiling at them “You’ll learn what ya need ta know, yer the smartest cookie anybody done ever baked. How’re yer studies goin’ sweetheart?” She asks, standing back up, dusting the snow off herself.
*Hmmm... all of them.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Thanks, I try my best. It's been going alright- I've been trying to figure out how a star map works as far as magic goes." She explains, gingerly making sure the mushroom is actually sticking into the soil rather than just resting on top.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)