Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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He leans forward and looks her in the eyes, staring deeply. Then he pulls back. "I can see it. Maybe that's what drew her to you. But you're going to be better, aren't you." It's not a question.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Vanilla, curious, goes to investigate. Dust and debris are cleared away within 5 feet of him, forming a little protective bubble.
Mother misery quietly walks up to Darius. ”what happened to you?” She whispers.
Her eyes all look back at him. "Of course I will. I'll be much better." She responds.
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)
They find someone at the bottom of the crater, or really a hole in the ground, so deep that it’s hard to see if anyone is down there at all. Soft groans of pain come from underneath.
His arm appears dislocated, which he grabs and forced back into place with a grunt “I fought, I won.”
Aurelia looks to figure, audibly gasping. A few people turn to look at her, confused, but she shoos them away. She stands up from her seat, and slowly walks up to the edge of the stage, her rapier appearing in her Hand. She begins to speak, putting on a facade of confidence to mask her inner nervousness. “Do you have business… in my domain?”
Vanilla’s face turns to one of excitement, as he leans over the edge of the crater, casting dancing lights to get a better look.
she kneels down next to him, helping him up. While he probably won’t let her, she tries to cast cure wounds on him to take the damage for herself. 25
*Cut for Arch.*
They see a tanned man in red and white parachute pants, his eyes glowing with bright heat as he begins climbing out “Almost made it.” He says, sighing
He doesn’t seem to have the strength to stop her, watching some of the bleeding stop, his long hair stained with his own blood “Please don’t do that.” The pain would be overwhelming to a normal person, but of course, She isn’t normal.
He nods sternly and crosses his arms. "Exactly. You are not her. You are better than her already. Do not even compare yourself to her. She was... like me. A being of baser instincts. Id. She's not worth the time it takes to say her name. Even I'm better than her, and look at me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Vanilla backs away a bit as he climbs out of the hole, waving a hand in the air and instantly settling all of the dust in the air. “Had a big fall, did you?”
she ignores him. “I’m not going to let you keep getting hurt over and over. We need to do something about it.”
He looks to them and sighs “Almost climbed to the top, the pillar’s just so much more fragile up there.” He takes his way out, rolling his shoulders and yawning “Turns out there isn’t a lot of oxygen up there.”
“We, don’t need to do anything. You don’t need to do anything. Thank you for your consideration, but I can kill my own enemies.”
He walks over to her, sitting down at the edge of the stage and letting his fat legs hang off. "Oh, I was just curious about you. Met up with some friends, decided to check out their pet projects, found out that there is quite a lot of controversy surrounding you, and eventually I decided to just rip off the bandaid and meet you in person. Well, as close to in-person as I could get. Summer Court BS, am I right?!" He laughs, though for a moment he sound close to tears.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I know..." She replies, pausing after for a while. "Well, let's not dwell on that." She stands up, picking up a few old mannequin parts and starting to stitch them together to take her mind off of it.
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)
Vanilla manifests a little campfire and two tree stumps as seats, offering to let him sit down as Vanilla does. “Heh, isn’t it so funny that you guys need oxygen? I remember needing to breathe. It’s a bit weird when you don’t anymore.”
“Fine. But could you at least be more careful? You get near fatal wounds every other day…”
He sits down, though he raises an eyebrow “What do you mean need oxygen? And you guys? I mean, I think clearer when I breathe, but…” He gets a distant look, like he’s remembering something from what he was saying and thinking.
He shakes his head, his hair moving like waves “Fine. I’ll try to be a little more careful, there is someone watching us right now though.”
He watches. "You know, some of the greatest artists in the world spend ages on a single piece. Quality over quantity. You can do what you want, but I would really like to see what would happen if you tried to maximize your time on just one design."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She thinks about it as she stitches another arm to the amalgamation that already has too many arms for any sane creator to give anything. "I'll keep that in mind." She simply responds.
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)
"I don't know (GP) about art, honestly. The clothes you make look nice and all, but I don't really see the point. No one can wear them but you and the mannequins, which don't really serve a purpose besides holding the clothes, right? But I guess art doesn't have to have a purpose. I should probably stop commenting before I sound like an idiot."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You're right- there isn't really a purpose to what I do aside from the joy of creation. But, that's a good enough reason for me." She replies, pouring blood into parts of the mannequin's body as she prepares to animate it with magic.
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)
“Nevermind… are you hurt? Hungry, thirsty?”
she looks around suspiciously. Perception: 30. “Why didn’t you lead with that?!?”
*hey Yvonne, care to roleplay?*