Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*Oh naur. The silliness.*
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
He shakes his head “You disappoint me. Then again, most gods do. If you think it doesn’t mean anything when you help someone, you mean nothing.” He closes his book.
*Cut*
"So that's what this place is? Fascinating." It responds, moving a bit closer with its many roots. "And who are you?" *Quick question, can she sense pain in others?*
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)
*Hmm, interesting. I like the idea for sure.*
*That sounds awesome. I feel like that’s based on Stolas from the Lesser Key of Solomon, who was an owl demon with long ahh legs.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Hmm, the new year is coming soon? I should try to keep track of these things I suppose.”
“Some kind of monstrosity wanted me to kill it.”
They both look curious at the shrine, leaning over to look closer at it, an unnatural heat coming off the both of them “What’s this for?”
*Delicious!!!*
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
*The same to you, love*
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 also have a horrible idea for a character that closely resides with fairytale Little Red Riding Hood. He is literally a horrible wolfman who likes to torment folks passing through his woods.*
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
He laughs childishly. “But you have to understand that I’ve been doing that, helping others, nonstop for A DECADE STRAIGHT. I know that it means the world to the people I’m helping, but the thing is that… it is so, so, so boring. You have no idea… when I became a deity, it was a gift to me. But it did nothing to help me, nothing at all!” Thunder rumbles in the distance. Vanilla falls back onto the snow covered ground, grumbling something under his breath, summoning a little candy cane for himself.
“Yes, and I know there plenty around here who are sad to see the year go. It was quite an eventful one.”
“Oh? What’d it look like?”
“For the worship of God and the earning of epiphanies.” They explain.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Arch.*
He just shakes his head “You’ve lost perspective. You’re complaining about something that’s entirely your fault, tell me, who chose to help all those people? Because I can genuine no one else forced you to.” He says, simply stating facts.
She does a little bow, wiping some black Ichor from her gold mask. “i am mother Misery, high priestess of the lord of mercy, and the head of the cult of the last breath… it’s a-… a pleasure to meet you.” *indeed she can! Which goes with her main ability, transferring physical and emotional pain to herself*
*Oooh, that’d be annoying for Loriche*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Things will only grow more and more eventful, if I have to make it more interesting myself.” She says, drinking it down.
“Six hands, antlers, all that stuff. Do you know it?”
“Ah, disgusting.” They both gag, repulsed by the thought of something like that.
*Anybody else want to rp?*
“You’ve already done your fair share of that, my dear lass.”
“Well that sounds like my marilith. How odd. I thought it ran away…”
“You find the pursuit of divine wisdom and the exaltation of a higher power repulsive?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Deep within the wood of the tavern, the smell of blood permeates at air. The sound of people can be heard from the darkness, the sound of people crying for help, for someone, anyone, to save them. Animal carcasses lay about the forest, dismembered and torn to shreds with no regard for the meat, bones or anything really. Just a gruesome display of violence.
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
“i’m literally a god of hospitality. All of my big powers revolve around helping people… and I was trying to do what I’ve always done, I helped people before I was a god, because it felt right and It was something I’m good at, and it was exciting for me. But you have to understand… I don’t feel anything anymore, there’s no… anything to it. It’s all just… I help people, boom, problem fixed! There’s nothing I want to do that I can’t just make happen, so there’s… nothing special about anything I do anymore…”
It also does a little bow- well, as much of a bow as its non-humanoid anatomy allows. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Mother Misery. I am Helianth, traveling inventor."
There is an immense pain that practically emanates from its being: A gnawing, churning agony that Mother Misery can recognize as starvation in its direst stages, but to a degree previously thought impossible. The husk of a sunflower seems not to be bothered by it at all, though.
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)