Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*Of course love. Here you go.*
Thane is teaching some children around the town, learning what he wants to do, and apparently that’s teach.
Sparrow is probably at his camp. He has decided to keep the glyphs on so no one can see what he does while there, currently making banana bread.
Merabelle has tied rope around her hands and feet, and is building resistance by kickboxing a tree, smiling all the while.
Grimes is looking for something to buy TH, though he doesn’t know what to get them, considering all the things that they have.
”does it not hurt you? Wait-, a black hole? What… precisely, do you feed upon?”
“What’s in there?” Thirteen looks at it curiously.
“Well then, find something to do that you love. Find someone to do that you love. Just about that simple, innit?”
Eito stands, looking concerned. They don’t respond, and continue lighting and setting sticks of incense in the slots.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Again, that’s your fault. Nothing matters because there’s no passion behind what you do. There’s no one you care about enough to have meaning. You’re a disappointment to me, I’m sad that you think nothing you do matters, the people you help are probably deeply thankful, you think it doesn’t matter. I’m just sad for you.”
“Home? That’s you, right?”
*wanna rp with any other characters?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Every waking moment of my entire existence, though after centuries, I've gotten quite used to it. As for your second question... light. Doesn't matter the source outside of taste."
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)
“Again, you aren’t listening.” Vanilla proceeds to say a string of very unkind swear words, burying their head deeper in their hands.
“Poison bomb I made from my spores, it does nothing right now, I can seemingly activate it with my mind.”
“I don’t know… it’s been a long time since I’ve loved anyone. The last time I did, I abandoned them.” He shakes his head “I’ll look, but I doubt I’ll find anything. We will see.”
Their smiles grow wider, their teeth sharper, theirs horns sprouting and skin turning its true color.
”to sate that kind of hunger, you’d either need… a star, or something akin to a godspark. And that might not even be enough…” she seems very concerned. About everything.
*I wanna rp, but all I got is taika*
taika seems to have rebounded since his failure regarding bug and the lady, standing outside the tavern with his old familiar pitch. Notably, he seems to be using a different display model. This one is made of white porcelain with intricately painted features and glassy eyes, the spitting image of a fine porcelain doll.
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)
“…unconventional. But intriguing. Please be careful with it though, as we are surrounded by people.”
“Ah, you’ll find something. There’s billions of people, and this Inn attracts some very fun folks indeed. I bet you’ll do well for yourself.”
Eito walks around and behind the shrine, taking out their shortsword as they walk. “I have no quarrel with 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.
He stands next to them, waiting patiently for them to finish “It seems you’re perpetuating your own suffering. Do you want to have meaning in your life? Then find someone to truly care about.”
"Well, I won't know if it's enough until I consume a star myself." It replies, laughing a bit again, the lights flickering once more... almost like even the light itself is afraid of this monster.
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)
“Of course, I would never seek to harm all these people I do not know.” She puts it away “I wonder, will we have any lessons soon?”
He shrugs, putting his now clean sword away, “Maybe.” He stands up, cracking his neck and walking in that direction.
“We don’t have any quarrel with you either, we just wonder, do you want power? We would be happy to give you some.”
He groans, looking up at him. He stands up to his full height (which I assume is probably shorter than your character) and sighs.
”this is like talking to a brick wall. But I think the brick wall is better at listening…”
Mother Misery backs away a bit. “Are you planning… on doing that?”
*rp boink*
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)
*Cut for Arch.*
He sighs, pushing up his glasses “Okay, one last time. You don’t see any meaning in what you do, I understand that because I’ve been through something similar. My brother gave my choices meaning because I care about him and wanted to save his life. If you want something like that, at least try it.”
*Gtg, might be on later.*
“Of course! I was waiting for the period after the holidays, just as custom given teaching norms. But if you’re wanting to, we can have one now!”
Riotan follows cheerfully.
“What do you mean?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.