Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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Thirteen sets down the green dragon blood-derived ink and goes to investigate, flail and journal in hand.
Loriche returns with a massive pile of dry timber in her arms. "Hi!"
Riotan looks to them both. "Oh, what a coincidence! Good to see the two of you!"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Why are you all just standing around!? The monster! It took my baby! Somebody! Help!" It retracts its claw... and shoves it into its own ribcage with a sickening rending of fabrick and the snapping of twigs. It pulls out a goat head with a pentagram drawn in the space between its eyes and horns. It finally speaks in its own voice. "Find... him."
It giggles. "Did you know that an Archfey not only has full knowledge over their domain of delight, but they can also detect anyone who broke any of the three laws? Hospitality could be broken by an attempted murder. Actually, it would have to be, regardless of the Archfey's personal beliefs. So, if the Archduchess can know all that, and hasn't told the press about it despite how bad that looks for her... what could that possible mean other than it's her, since she has no superiors to fear?"
"Thank you. Thank you so, so much Helianth. You have no idea how much this means to me." He hugs it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Wendi.*
“Even the greatest prodigies are still learnin’ like my daughter Omori. She’ll love ta meet ya sometime.”
He sighs again, rubbing the bridge of his nose before slapping them “I don’t care what you won’t do, I’m not going to let you starve yourself.”
“Would you like to see inside of my backpack, or do you already know of everything inside?”
Nearly his entire mass is a scarecrow now. All original material is internal, binding the shadow to the body. His wedding ring is embedded where his heart should be. "Thank you. Thank you so much, my darling. What... are our names?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He arrives at the source of it, the Marrow House. The door is wide open to the rather pristine and clean mansion.
He looks up and smiles "Hey, looks like you did good overall."
Anna grunts and fiddles with her hood strings. Samaritan walks over and kisses the top of Riotan's head.
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
Geralt finds himself having wandered in that direction, his eyes vacant, but not in the way that indicates his other personality in control, though chunks of flesh on his chained arm appear to just be missing.
"I suppose.. I've never been great with children.." he says, looking a bit worried.
"Bile' in ye heid!" He snaps "Id rather starve myself!"
"I have a faint idea of what it is, yes.' he nods.
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
"My name is Donn. Your's is Egregore. We have many children from all walks of life." He said, gently examining his heart.
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
“Don’t worry, she’ll love ya as much as I do. Don’t let yerself be intimidated by the thought.” She takes the spoon, putting it to her mouth, moaning softly at the taste “Ya should have some.”
He slaps him again, this time a backhand “Could you say that one more time?”
He tilts his head, curious “What may that idea be?”
She is silent for a second, deep in thought. "He took your child...? Alright, I'll keep an eye out for him. Do you know his name?"
She thinks for a moment. "In that case, she's almost certainly complicit, if not the attempted murderer herself... and to think I was starting to like her. Thank you, this helps immensely."
It curls its roots around Felix, hugging him back, not saying anything.
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)
Thirteen looks around warily and enters slowly, ready to act if anything jumps out at him.
"Yep! It's pretty easy to get good fuel in winter though. All the boughs are dry and dead and stuff."
Rio smiles up at Samaritan, then heads over to Anna. "How're you doing?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Loriche stares at him, concerned. "You good, 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.
He shakes his head, his eyes clearing “What? How did I get here?”
He flicks his ears and walks over "I suppose. You are a good chef after all."
"I! Am! Starving! Myself!" He snarls "I refuse to eat a creature or a person."
"Bag of Wishing." It tilts it's head "Magically creates whatever the user wishes."
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
The ring is pristine, although the flesh that isn't specifically there to it in place is quite heavily damaged. His full body is a prosthetic for the ring and the tumorous mass that protects it. Even his ribs are just bent sticks with string tying them together and pulling them toward the center. His spinal column is mostly intact, as is the golden visceral fat and black muscle that has grown around the ring. "Donn. Egregore. Egregore. I... like children, Donn. Little babies, wild tykes, petulant teens... the grown-ups too. But sometimes, people are afraid of me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"...walking?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sitting on a sofa is a young man, reading. He looks up, suddenly defensive "You.. you need to leave." He said, standing up.
"What about the animals that live in them?" He asks.
She glares at Samaritan before speaking "I am fine.."
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 holds up the spoon, if he tastes some, the flavors pop in his mouth, the spices, the blood surprisingly delicious. The compliment leaves her blushing softly.
He slaps them again “One more time so I can slap you again.” He says, looking into their eyes.
“Unfortunately that is wrong, though closer than you would expect. I’m impressed.”
“Why am I here then? I don’t remember walking here.”
Donn holds him "People don't deserve you then, you are beautiful." He said, suddenly golden years falling from his eyes "I am sorry.. I am so sorry. I will find who did this to you." He says between his sobs.
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