Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*Yep. Said for me to lower my voice and to stop yelling and the made of show of crying.*
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
*Oh good. I love felix and I don't want him to be removed.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I would be mad too. If you were yelling, whether it was justified or not... no offense, but your sister sounds like she has a fragile ego. It's hard to do when you're mad, and you are right to be mad, but try speaking more softly. You're welcome to be as mean as you like, and odds are you'll get a better response.*
*Sorry for the unsolicited advice.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm imagining he gets hit by oncoming traffic.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Isn't this still the middle ages?*
*Anyway, I will take Felix, Podmorski, and Cathan.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Marie Curie's husband was killed by a horse-drawn cart with a drunk driver. It is possible.*
Felix is preparing a masterwork feast for everyone to enjoy. He's making sure the atmosphere and temperatures are all just right for the jovial experience he wants to give.
Podmorski is deep-frying a kebab with a bunch of battered pixies on it.
Cathan is gardening some rare and expensive spices. He has several bodyguards watching over him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I am 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 babe, want to do skateboards? I am not a cow. Everyone knows cows can't do skateboards. HAHAHAHAHA*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I did not know that.*
Riotan walks up behind him. “Well this is lovely! I’m glad you’re enjoying your last days, if that’s what they are or not.”
Mauric is cleaning off some tables nearby.
Eito watches with burning eyes from a distance, hunkered down to avoid being seen.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*[pounces]*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ASDFMOVIE REFERENCE DETECTED*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Felix nods, smiling. "Yeah! If you promise to behave, I'll even save you one of the good seats. By behaving, I just mean not like, killing anyone or anything. Not that I don't trust you, I just want to set expectations for the vibe I'm going for."
The brute stands up and stomps over. Really, he's just walking, but he's pretty loud. If he were fully physical, he might even shake the ground. He puts a massive arm around Mauric, the one with the skewer, and laughs. "Heya, sport! How's it going?"
He doesn't look up, but he points at Eito. The bodyguards don't look either. "Hhhhekekeke... A little nobody returns to me... hoping to catch me off guard? I can smell the rotting moral fiber. The chill. The darkness. Go on, take a stab, why don't you?."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hmm I think I shall RP.*
Father Luciano is in the church, having a cup of tea. He sits in front of the fire, writing in a small black leather book in his lap. He hums to himself as he does, an old church hymn from his younger days.
Samaritan is outside, skinning a pot-belly pig and her children for a dinner he intends to cook for himself. Pork, rice, brown sauce, broccoli, carrots, fresh radish, water chestnut, and olive oil.
Donn is in town, humming as he picks up some knitting supplies for himself. He may be a scary fellow, but that doesn't mean he can enjoy a good bit a knitting, especially if it's for his children.
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
“Oh, you shouldn’t trust me. I wouldn’t if I were you.” He smirks. “But worry not, I’ll play nice~”
Mauric jumps a little, the hair on his spine and tail raised. “I’m alright, just working. I’m the janitor here during the day shift.”
Eito tilts their head, still watching.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I’m finally here, and able to rp. How’re yall doin’?*
Rumors are spreading like wildfire about some terrifying creature with white, bloodstained fur, deerlike legs, large rotting wings, and long crooked teeth. The rumors say that this creature eats humanoids and lives in a forest near Lords Rest Inn
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
"Of course. You're a sweet guy. You know which boundaries aren't okay to cross, even if you sometimes like to cross them anyway." He walks into the back, waving for Rio to follow.
"A janitor? How... queer." His breathing seems ragged from the effort of mustering that exclamation a second ago. "You took me up on my BS offer without a second thought. I mean, you gave some requirements, but you were confident in your abilities to cook things from an actual nightmare realm! Do you know how cool and/or stupid that is? Honestly, with that kind of gumption, how come you aren't chef already?"
Cathan snorts. "Just gonna sit there, all quiet-like? Maybe you aren't a nobody. Why are you here, Eito?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Father Luciano is in the church, having a cup of tea. He sits in front of the fire, writing in a small black leather book in his lap. He hums to himself as he does, an old church hymn from his younger days.
Samaritan is outside, skinning a pot-belly pig and her children for a dinner he intends to cook for himself. Pork, rice, brown sauce, broccoli, carrots, fresh radish, water chestnut, and olive oil.
Donn is in town, humming as he picks up some knitting supplies for himself. He may be a scary fellow, but that doesn't mean he can enjoy a good bit a knitting, especially if it's for his children.
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
*good, you?*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*i think it’s new char time*
A short, young-ish tiefling woman is walking outside by the church, carrying a battered toolbox in her left hand and an acetylene torch in the right. She has blue-tinged skin, short ram-like horns, and magenta hair. She’s dressed in grey overalls and a long-sleeved tee. Her tail is curled behind her, and she looks around excitedly.
Riotan walks over to him, taking out a small knife and starting to help him.
Eito is morosely walking through town, contemplating things.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.