Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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She gasp softly, putting a hand over her mouth “Ya don’t? Guess I’ll have ta compliment ya all the more.” She begins to name everything she likes about him, with a lot.
He lets himself be moved, despite how easily he could stop them “Please, explain why?”
He crosses his legs “Can I ask who sent you? I’m not sure I know anyone who would send me a guardian of any kind.”
As she looks around, something big drops in front of her into a crouch, but even hunkered down like this it's about her height. It doesn't come out of the darkness fully, content to stare at her with its golden eyes. It is rail thin, with twisting antlers coming out of its deer skull-like head. Its black fur makes it hard to see in the shadows, but it creeps forward into the light a little bit to hold out a clawed hand. It has... stitches on it, like you would see on a glove. "There is a light for the lost and the meek... Sorrow and fear are easily forgotten..."
It chuckles once more. "I could tell you, you know. Not that it'll make a difference in what's about to happen."
"I don't... I don't want to hurt anyone."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Damn. You have it both ways.*
*I wish I could just magic your depression away, but everyone does. That's why 'just don't be sad' is such a common sentiment. It sucks, but it's human I guess.*
*Part of the reason I don't really play human characters very often, actually.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*In case you bois missed it. I know Lawrence wasn't here for this.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I know nothing was happening regarding me, but I’m going to a magic show*
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
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He hisses as he becomes the same color as a tomato "Okay okay!"
"I shouldn't and I won't." He mumbles, looking sad.
"Nothing you need to worry yourself with. I saw how you got thrown around and thought 'Hm, perhaps I could be if service.'" 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
Donn sniffs the air, spinning his golden pitchfork. He stands on the tree line of the forest before taking a step inwards. His body instantly slips into three goats with golden horns, a pentagram of gold painted on each their foreheads. They begin to prance through the woods, bleating.
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
She takes a step back into the dark, seemingly fading into the shadows save for her own yellow eyes that look back at it. "I- I'm not lost. I am simply wandering." She replies nervously.
Suddenly she seems far more serious. "You can? Who is it? Even if it can't stop what will happen now, it may prevent more harm in the future."
The flower is silent for a while longer. "Neither do I." it rasps. "I carry no contempt, no malice towards anyone of this world... I do not wish them pain either. It wouldn't be a painful end to this realm... a chill for less than a day, and it's all over..." It pauses a second. "...But, if you truly do not want to take the Sun of this world, but another... then I am willing to compromise."
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 finally stops, finishing up the crocodile parts, putting them in her satchel “Fine, I’ll leave it at that.” She rubs his cheek softly, looking into his eyes with deep affection.
He stops, any force they were putting on him easily crushed “I’m staying until you tell me, and if you are worried I’ll die or something, I have before.”
“Oh about that? Really? I died in that restaurant, but that surely can’t be the reason you wanted to help me.” He says, smiling at the people who pass by “You seem to know at least a little about me, I wonder how.”
He sighs, patting his cheeks "Ack- warm.' he follows her though, despite having just be subjected to the nicest thing anyone has done for him.
"Just... Please! LEAVE!" He says, years welling up in his eyes "You need to leave!"
"I watch. I listen." It says, laughing.
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
"I see... I imagine you're all good friends?" She replies, still curious but also sensing a change in the conversation's tone.
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)
Almost immediately, the entity appears. A spindly being rushing through the shadows, golden eyes wide as it drags its bone hook behind it, its free hand grasping desperately as it mimics the voices of crying babies, begging for attention. The light hits it here and there, revealing stitches and sticks and stuffing. For what was described, this thing is being incredibly reckless.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The three goats turn and stare at it, unblinking.
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
She leads them back through the forest to her cave, where she begins to prepare the meal, though it’ll take a while, so she begins to clean her small home “Sorry ‘bout this, don’t get often ta clean up ‘round here.”
He picks them up with one hand “Fine, but you’re coming with me.” He begins walking back to the entrance.
”You wait for interesting people to come by, or at least people you find interesting.” He chuckles with them “Though what is interesting about a simple merchant.”
"I can help if you'd like?" He stands up and begins to help before she can say anything.
As soon as they walk out the door and the sun hits him, he hisses in pain, ash flying off him as he begins to burn.
"The fact you seem to hop into new bodies or remake yourself some how." It said.
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
She sighs “All of ‘em dear friend o’ mine, I care fer each an’ every one, just like I care ‘bout you with all my heart.” She says, a solemn look in her eyes.
*Cut for Wendi.*
She just shakes her head, chuckling “Ya don’t have ta, but looks like that don’t matter ta ya, I’ll just add it ta the list.”
He immediately understands the situation and begins sprinting towards shade, the air booming with how quickly he moves.
“Hop into new bodies? Maybe, sometimes, other times I do remake them I suppose. All a part of the magic trick, and I believe you know what they say about magician’s secrets.”
It coughs and hacks. It suddenly speaks in a woman's voice. "We're coming apart at the seams!" Then a man's. "Are you scared, kid? ...I am too." "I'm lost.. lost in the woods... and it's after me!" "My baby! My baby! Have you seen my baby?!" "I... can't breathe!" A thousand voices, all crying out as the thing lurches forward, its hook thumping into the ground before it.
"Hmmm... Really? If you can promise me that you'll pursue this lead until it's logical conclusion, I'll tell you."
Felix nods vigorously. "I want to take the sun of an uninhabited system. People may be evil a lot of the time, but they have the potential to be good. I was just a normal guy once too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I like helping." He shrugs "Makes me feel useful."
The man gasps for breath, choking on blood and throwing it up. "I told ye gobshite! Just leave me alone!"
"Unfortunately so." It chuckles as a shadowy figure forms in the seat across from him.
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