Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*rp please*
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
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*alright, alright!*
Mother Misery is on a bench inside her hospital church, polishing her golden mask. This means anyone can see her skeletal, weeping face, so she’s turned away from everyone.
Vanilla is in the tavern, a bored expression on their face. Each moment, they summon some treat or candy in front of them, and seem unsatisfied, getting rid of it and summoning another. He looks tired. Or well, more tired than usual.
*Sounds positively wonderful! Glad you're enjoying the game so far!*
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)
*anyways, how are you doing?*
She smiles, leaning down to them “Oh, one o’ my spells, Primal Savagery. That’s a good one ta learn if ya plan to be physically strong like me.” She says, beginning to instruct them on how to channel the magic to cast the spell.
The construct finds another one of the mannequins dead, but doesn’t find the hunter. They continue to find slaughtered mannequins until they hear one of the warehouse windows break, and an insane, though silky smooth voice speak “Come out come out wherever you are.”
Darius sits next to them, he has a hole in his chest, perfectly clean and definitely not there last time they talked. He doesn’t look at her, knowing she wouldn’t like it if he did.
Tim is sitting at the fire, sipping cocoa and trying not to be sad, looking at the fire with distant eyes. The magic usually coming off of him is even more than usual, the air around him warbling from the power.
*I'm doing rather well! Went on a hike for a little while, and saw a few birds and a rabbit- overall, very nice hike.*
*On another note, would you like to rp?*
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 love hiking!*
*sure! I have mother misery, Vanilla, and Aurelia!*
*Welp, things got quite fast, and I’m all alone in this world. Unfortunate.*
*Cut, and sorry about the delay*
She tries to follow Merabelle's instructions to the best of her ability... and a single drop of some acidic substance drips from her outstretched fingertips. She seems ecstatic.
The construct's radio crackles for a second, before KK's somewhat panicked-sounding voice comes out. "Who are you and why are you breaking into my warehouse?"
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)
*Me too! I'd like to interact with Mother Misery, if that works with you.*
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)
*Dont worry about it. We all good.*
She cheers with joy, picking them up and spinning them around “Ya did it, an’ so fast too! Yer really the best daughter I could ever hope ta ask fer. Do ya want somethin’ ta snack on?”
They cackles, disappearing and beginning to head towards the source of the sound, their voice being the only indication of where they may be “A hunter hunts, you happen to be prey, or at least your creations are.”
She is a little surprised when Merabelle scoops her up, laughing with pure joy. "Thanks, I try my best! I'll figure out that one soon enough! And yes, please!" She replies.
The mannequin looks around at the remains of the other destroyed constructs, seeming afraid. "Well, could you please not butcher my creations? They're a pain to repair, and I need them for a project I have. Surely, there is better prey to be found than puppets."
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)
She puts them down “I’ll be right back then, let me.” She runs into the forest, coming back a few minutes later with a dead bear over her shoulders smiling wide “How ‘bout this?”
The construct senses the hunter close, but can’t tell in which direction it’s watching them, the thick mist settling in all around them, the voice coming from all around them “A hunter doesn’t decide its prey, they simply slaughter until nothing remains.” He says, his voice surprisingly polite.
The little shadow looks at the dead bear, seeming both impressed and hungry, with wide eyes and a serrated ear-to-ear grin. "That looks wonderful! Thank you, mom!"
"We're not here to fight- we're not hunters, but we're certainly not prey. Now, if you could kindly stop killing my mannequins, that would be great."
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 Yvonne.*
She puts the bear down, beginning to disembowel the creature with a claw “Anythin’ fer ya. Hey Omori, do ya want ta have a dad one day?” She asks, handing them the heart of the bear, still drenched in blood.
The mannequin can sense the hunter closer, a chill running through their form “I could stop, and so I shall.” They reveal themselves, putting away their weapons “My deepest apologies madam.” He bows respectfully.
"I certainly wouldn't be opposed to having a second parent, no. Why?" She takes the heart, gleefully taking a chunk out of it with her teeth.
The mannequin seems much less tense when they put away their weapons. "Thank you. Now, would you like to go to the warehouse so we can talk face to face?"
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 was just wonderin’, you might end up with one, dependin’ on if the person I’m with wants to be yer dad.” She says, taking out the liver, swallowing it whole.
They nod, beginning to head back towards the warehouse, his footsteps entirely silent, the mist and smell of blood following him as he easily breaks inside, keeping his mask on.
"I don't believe I've met him yet. Hopefully I can soon." She responds, eating the rest of the heart in a single bite.
KK gets up from her chair, and walks over through the dimly lit warehouse to him. The first thing the hunter notices before she steps into the light proper are six gleaming emerald eyes. "Hello there, and welcome to my studio. What is your name?"
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)
*Morning, schpingos.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels