Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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*If anyone would like to roleplay as well.*
Donn is outside, a giant spectral cat walking behind him, it's twin tails flicking just like his. He is explaining something to the cat and then turns to a crowd of different individuals beside him. Beside him, there are two bugbear girls, a child whose entire body is covered by a sheet like a ghost, a young troll boy, a deep dragon wyrmling, a halfling who looks to be in the stages of growing another head, and a pair of twin Mindflayers who looks way to short for their kind with big black eyes. Donn seems to speaking to all of them, explaining the situation at hand with the Church of Light, Egregore, and such.
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
*John, Damian, and Merabelle*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thirteen walks over to the assemblage.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
TH is quick to silence those who think he is cheating and to come back to him with a simple smile on his face.
Stroth sits with him, helping him out with words and phrases, trying to explain them to the best of her ability.
Edwin walks over, waving. He is carrying a bouquet of flowers in one arm, clearly for her.
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 looks to one of the flickering street lamps. “It’s… been like that for… a decade, about. The city’s main source of power is from the Orator Scales, which is this machine that acts as a judge for our trials. It converts the… well, the essence of justice and the belief of law into power for the city. But… it hasn’t been working as well for a while, and for some reason, it isn’t producing enough energy.”
*sure, who you want?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Donn looks at him and waves. "Children, this is the fellow who will be helping us. Please say hello." A chorus of little hello's begins to form
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
*Done and done.*
John is practicing his swordsmanship with nothing better to do, keeping himself fit as sweat glistens on his brow.
Damian is day drinking, already five bottles down, apparently able to out drink everyone in the bar as he sips at another glass.
Merabelle is making a map of the stars for Omori to use in her studies, the constellations immensely detailed and taken tinder care to show.
"That's a really good idea... yeah, that would work wonderfully! Oh, this is going to be glorious!" She cheerfully and madly laughs at the thought.
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 tosses another, hitting the center perfectly “Hmm, get borin’ after a bit don’t it? Might just have ta get black out drunk fer a challenge.” He chuckles, smiling back at them.
He is struggling deeply, but is constantly thankful for their help, rewarding them with what he has in hand, kisses.
She looks down to them, patting their head as they come over “Oh hey there sweetheart! Are those fer me? Yer so sweet.” She gives them a kiss, leaving a mark of lipstick, taking the flowers.
"What happens to be the matter, sweetheart?" He stabs the archfey corpse in the head, saws off the top with a steak knife, and puts the entire slice into his mouth. "Another court, I presume?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“All of you are Donn’s children?” Thirteen looks faintly surprised. He waves and smiles at the youths. “Indeed. I’ll be aiding you in your work against this Church.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Think I could beat you?" He offers, grinning again.
She giggles and continues to help him.
"Ack!" He laughs and nods "It is!"
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 turns away as he begins to eat the corpse. “Well… yes, sort of. there is a prophecy. Issued four hundred and ninety-eight years, one month, and eight… no, nine days ago, just before I had become the Archduchess of the court, that one day Fontaine would flood, and with it all of the sinners of the court would be washed away. It is supposedly justice delivered by the summer court…” a tear rolls down her cheek.
He takes off his rain hat. "Well, what would that burden be? Some are worth carrying. Friends, family, even wealth can be worthy of bringing with you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Some of them look wary of him, others look rather happy. It's a mix of emotions all around. Donn sighs "They are from the cracks of societies all across the multiverse. People who don't belong in any group."
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
*take an extra Rio for your troubles.*
Riotan watches idly.
At the bar sits Riotan, who is also watching idly.
Eito is walking back to their hidden domain, looking confused for the first time in their life.
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 smiles back “I’d be willin’ ta play ya, if ya think ya can win I’d be happy ta play.”
“So, some words just have letter that’re silent fer no reason?” He asks, shaking his head.
She smells the flowers deeply, smiling wide “Well thank ya!”
*Do you ever want to rp the Brand meeting the Valentines?*
“Well, it’s lovely to meet all of you. I look forward to working with 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.
“Then I suppose my attempt to help people may be worth it, even if they enrage me to infernal heat.” He sighs “I’m Ragnerious, but you can call me Rag, you are?”