Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*They haven’t.*
Rag is cooking himself a meal, he’s back from his episode of rage, and is smiling again as he cooks up his meal, humming to himself as he watches the flames, not radiating immense heat actually.
*[pounces upon]*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*it can’t be a coincidence. obviously, you’re spying on me in my home*
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 wouldn’t call being in your walls spying, I’m just keeping the demons away. Wanna rp?*
*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.
Felix waddles over. "Hey, Rag. I got something important to tell you." It seems like what he's about to say is painful, but he doesn't want to beat around the bush.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Jolly good! What are you, curious creature?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*NO CHOICES (Gets dusted Exodia style) Riotan of course, Thirteen, and one choice of your. Who do you with them?*
He sighs, putting his things down “Do I have to kill someone?” He asks, looking down to them, turning to them and looking them in the eyes “No, it’s something else. What is it Felix?”
*[drags you away to a dark land of fog and dust where the only sound is the wind, like the rasping of a thousand dead souls :3]*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Gooooooood afternoon, Lord's Rest Inn!*
Omori is walking through the woods, with no clear objective other than continuing to practice the Primal Savagery cantrip.
Helianth is continuing its work on the abominable device to devour the stars.
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)
Thirteen is writing at the bar calmly, a cup of matcha beside him.
Riotan is in town, roaming around and seemingly looking for someone.
Eito is at their shrine, making a small offering.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
There is an explosion outside, shaking the bar. Nine walks inside, sitting on the counter next to Thirteen.
John is looking to get some cleaning supplies nearby, his blade still covered in blood.
They see some twin sisters, who seem to skip down the street in unison, holding each other’s hands.
"No, but somebody is going to die tomorrow. I've angered a Shinigami, and it decided that I die at 1:00 PM tomorrow evening."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Thirteen looks up, grabbing his cup so it doesn’t spill.
Rio sees him and begins to follow idly.
Eito watches, curious and a bit worried.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Adorable!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Felix waddles over and places his head against its stem. "Helianth? I'm going to die."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
One of Rag’s eyes twitch, but he doesn’t do much else. Even without much movement, Felix can tell Rag is trying to prevent himself from doing something Felix wouldn’t want him to try, the air around him beginning to shake with heat.
Nine meows at them, having picked up the bad habit of inverting themselves, does so. Paracelsus heads into the bar, her clothes smoking slightly.
John tries to ignore him, eventually noticing and waving them over while he takes a seat to clean the blade “Hello Riotan.”
They both look at Eito, tilting their heads and smiling “Now who might you be?” They both say in unison.
*so, wanna rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.