Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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He looks onto the holes of the mask “Never again. That’s not going to happen, I’m done letting you heal me.” He says, doing what he can for her, which isn’t much, his facade of strength shattering into worry and tender care.
Tim begins to lead them towards the house. (Good end?)
Hayden smiles. “What are the fangs about? Are you a vampire?”
One of the marilith’s six arms is hacked off, a gout of blood shooting from the stump. The marilith emits a horrid noise of ambiguous meaning.
“I never said stop helping people, but prioritize yourself a little. Hedonism doesn’t mean misanthropy.”
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 shrugs. "Probably. Don't have the cash to afford a resurrection, though. Not even a Revivify. I've got a lot of ingredients, but those aren't money."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Afford? I don’t think that’d be necessary. There are all kinds of angels and stuff around here. I bet there’d be someone who’d do it for free… at least, I hope.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She doesn’t respond, shaking slightly, weeping black tears that run down the mask and onto the ground, sizzling and steaming.
(i think so)
“Nope, these ain’t mine, or they weren’t mine ta begin with rather.” She says, smiling broader, revealing more.
He doesn’t stop, cackling as blood drenches his armor, leading him into a battle frenzy. To hit:12 10 Damage:8 slashing+6 fire 10+3 Bonus damage:19 radiant 5
He nods, sighing “Right, care more ‘bout myself, still don’t know what ta do though. Lead the way, an’ I’ll start leadin’ eventually.”
He smiles back, or at least his glowing eyes do. "I'm Mr. Never. I'm a monster hunter, but not a very good one. I'm more of a wizard. Like a scientist, but for magic stuff. It's really cool stuff, but I wasn't able to finish college. I was gonna get a doctorate, too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Arch.*
He wipes away the tears with his stony fingers, the sizzling acid like effect not causing him much pain, holding them carefully to prevent the shaking.
He nods along, looking to them curiously “A monster hunter? An’ a wizard too? Interestin’. I trust yer pretty good at it too, even if ya don’t have that doctorate ya want.” He says, being friendly as always, his black Dragonborn child chirping at Mr Never.
"Both. Like, people have become Great Ones before. Rom, uh... Rom... pretty much just Rom, actually, but that means there's a way to do it! And thank you for the comparison! I've never had ambrosia before but I imagine this could be the main ingredient! Clearly not prepared exactly right, but that's something I can fix."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
While it likely won’t prevent what he’s doing, it actually causes him a lot of pain. (Yeah, it’s literally just liquid pain. Mother Misery’s tears are liquid pain)
“Possibly! I’ve never heard of a mortal successfully cooking ambrosia, the piece I got grew on a tree, which only happens once every seven hundred years, but I bet you definitely could with enough practice!”
"Yup! I can already cast... uh..." he checks his book, looking for something impressive. "Web. I can also make my spells really powerful, but that's kind of unpredictable. I... don't know why." He waves at the wyrmling. "You've got a cute kid. Are they a true dragon?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He grits his teeth, but doesn’t let go, “You’re going to be fun, deep breaths, keep coughing it up.” He says, slapping her back softly, holding them tightly “Come on. You can’t keep hurting yourself for me.”
“Dragonborn, though they aren’t truly mine. I’m simply the godfather, as their parents cannot take care of them themselves unfortunately. Interestin’, ya can make spells stronger at a cost o’ makin’ ‘em do crazy things? Sounds like Wild Magic.” He says, the child chirping at them, reaching out for their hand.
"Awesome! I originally got it from the remains of a Great One named Kos that the school was dissecting. I... was kind of in charge of the project. It was probably the second worst thing they asked me to do. Anyway, I found out that stealing snacks from the inside of a Great One's body is not a good idea if you value anything about your current state of being. Anyway, I don't need to harvest it from dead gods anymore, and that is a really good thing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He tentatively lets the baby grab it. "It's... worse. One time I accidentally dialed up a Bearded Devil straight from Hell because I was trying extra hard to create a fire break with Burning Hands. I mean, he decided to help, but it was still really scary. He's probably still out there. Waiting. Another time I heard the heavens, and I learned... well, it was one side of a conversation I was not meant to overhear. The mind of a living being can't really handle that kind of stuff very well."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles, the child’s claws pointing into their palm, too weak to hurt, but still there “Hmm, I ain’t gone through nothin’ like that, so sorry I can’t relate, but I have been tortured by two demons fer a decent amount o’ years. Some things are just how the cards are dealt pardner.”
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Mr. Never just lets the child have its way. "Yeah. I'm sorry about what happened to you, though. Demons are bad news. Not that I need to tell you that. Anyway, I'm hoping to prevent that sort of stuff from happening in the future."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels