Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Thirteen chuckles. “Was that the fault of this little rascal?”
Rio walks over, grinning. “Hi!”
“I am Eito. But a humble and flawed prophet in service of truth and light. And 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.
Helianth is silent for a second, shocked. "What? What's going on?" It nervously asks, seeming immensely worried.
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 gotta go for a while. Peace!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Farewell for now, friend!*
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’m here!*
*Hello, Arch! How are you, and would you perhaps 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)
*Hey Arch, wanna rp? If you do, who you want?*
*i am doing quite well! Currently playing in Jester’s bloodborne Play by post as a butcher barbarian alchemist lady named Heather Von Petworth.*
*who do you want?*
*Cut for Jobah.*
She sits down, sighing “Note to self, don’t let Nine near the explosions.” She chuckles ordering herself something to drink.
He looks to them, tired “Now that I’m part of your cult, what else do you want from me?”
They both roll their eyes in mirrored directions “Oh Truth and light, so boring. We are Mary, an’ Ann Valentine. Nice to meet you.” They hold out a hand each.
*Wonderful! Sounds like a fun character!*
*Could I perhaps interact with Mother Misery, perchance?*
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)
*see you around dude*
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 only really know three of your characters, being Darius, Tim and then I think one was named Merrabelle I think? Either way, I want to use Vanilla. Perhaps for something dramatic. As in me foreshadowing stuff with Vanilla.*
*alrighty!*
Mother Misery is in her hospital, trying to care for patients sick with the weeping pox. She moves as if she had some sort of injury in her chest, hunched over, and shaking slightly. Her golden mask drips with some black liquid, sizzling on the ground.
*Okay, so the characters I’ve got are, Sparrow, Thane, Grimes, Merabelle, Tim, Darius, the Faceless Merchant/Smiling Merchant, Heriot, Paracelsus, Marie, Marionette, Jason, John, Jack, James, Damian, Sanviento, Antonio, and a few others. I like Vanilla, just Vanilla though?*
*I’ll just let you choose who to use :>*
Vanilla is outside, looking a bit irritated. It’s snowing, and he’s smashing snow globes with a sledge hammer.
Sanviento looks up from his snow covered bench and his small contraptions, his voice entirely monotone and tired “What the [gp] are you doing that for?”
Helianth ambles into the building, curiously looking around and not seeming bothered by its surroundings.
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)
Vanilla doesn’t look up, hitting one snow globe like a baseball, sending shards of glass flying.
”bored.” He says, angrily kicking another One so high into the sky that it might not come down.
“Yes, cats are feisty and flaunt every restriction before them, particularly magically empowered ones.”
“Nothing. Can’t I just be around?”
Eito reaches out both hands and shakes both of theirs.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*allo.*
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