Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*If Wendi is here.*
*sure.*
Thirteen is writing rapidly at the bar, a few empty matcha cups around him.
Mauric is sitting on the roof, sobbing.
Loriche is wandering through the woods, confused.
Riotan is repurposing the parts of the slaughtered marilith for a new demon.
Eito is sharpening his shortsword.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yeah but he can still lift them, he's strong as [gp]*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Damian climbs up and sits next to his friend, remaining silent, knowing he probably needs it.
A silver mist sets around them, along with nearly silent footsteps through the dirt.
John watches, pouring himself a glass of bourbon as he does, chuckling at the remains with a smile.
Mauric sees him and crawls over, crying harder and hugging Damian.
Loriche whirls around, pulling out pick and shield.
Rio looks up at him. "Thanks for helping out."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*alright*
the clay is rough to the touch, their blank eyes stare inquisitively at you, with maybe more than a little fear. There’s a small tag around their wrist that reads: Bug. Fundamental trait:kind/fearful
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)
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Damian hugs him back, rubbing his back “It’ll be okay, I’ll do what I can to help, I’m sorry I can’t do more.”
The Hunter walks over, all but his silver eyes hidden under cloth. He bows deeply, his voice surprisingly polite “Hello there, madam.”
John raises a glass “Like I said, the most self indulgence I’ve ever taken part in is killing.” He chuckles.
"Excellent. Thank you for the sale, good sir. Glad to take it off your hands." Rio smirks.
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 flashes one last grin and poofs away
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)
"Y-you heard about Felix?" He gasps.
Loriche groans. "How the [gp] does everyone know I'm a woman just from a glance!? What do I need to change about my armor??"
"Well if that's the case, I'd be happy to keep making you quasits to spar with."
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 hear about everything, benefits of working here full time. I’ll do what I can.”
She can tell he’s smiling under the mask “It is… something about you madam. It may be for the best.” He chuckles “May I ask what you are doing in these woods?”
“If you want to, I won’t stop you.” He smiles, sticking his sword into the ground “You aren’t terrible Riotan.”
"Th... thank you." Mauric sobs. "I want us all to be there for him tomorrow. I don't know if this is real or not, but... I think it might be."
"I live here. And what do you mean it's for the best?"
"I'm not? Well then I gotta change something fast, don't I?"
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 deserves all of us being there, even if it isn’t real.” He says, sighing softly “The good ones always go first huh?”
“Any aspect of your identity is dangerous for an enemy to know. Though I myself am not an enemy.”
He chuckles, drinking his bourbon “Maybe, who knows, you might be better off playing nice.”
"Y-yeah." Mauric draws back, his breathing shuddery.
"But that sounds explicitly negative...?"
"Whatcha 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.
*Cut for Jobah.*
“Try to keep yourself together, I’m here for you buddy.” He says, putting their shoulder “Deep breaths.”
“My apologies if it seems that way, I am… bad at phrasing things as my minds is… scrambled, as lack of a better term.”
“Seems you’re a pretty decent good guy, even when you’re being bad, but I’m no judge of good or bad.”
Mauric inhales deeply and falls onto his side.
"Oh. Okay. How come?"
"I'm good to my allies. Everyone else is crop."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“If you need some days to mourn, I’ll handle the work for you.”
“Where I’m from… things are… much worse I’d say. Nice to meet you, I am Henry.”
“You were nice when I wasn’t your ally. Maybe you just knew I would be.”
"N-no. I've worked through worse. He hasn't even died yet."
"Loriche." She offers a hand to shake.
"Probably. I certainly hope I'm not getting turned by this place." He sighs. "Maybe I just need to go back down to my layer and taste the old blood. Get the Ivory Lyric back in my head."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Because you’ve worked through worse doesn’t meet you should have to. I can handle the burden, it’ll keep me from spiraling.”
He takes the hand, his white glove stained with fresh blood “The pleasure is all mine dear Loriche. Is that name French by any chance?”
“I would be happy to help you get that evil blood thirst back. I wasn’t exactly the most moral crusader back when I was on the battlefield.”
*Welp, got quiet around here real quick.*