Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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The golem in your grasp brings its hands nervously to its chest
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)
*I am back from the bog once more! Would anyone like to rp, 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)
*I don’t have long, but who would you like to have?*
*Hmm.... how about Tim?*
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)
*Here you go.*
Tim is sitting on the ground on a field of flowers, his body radiating intense magical power, even more than usual, an explosive amount. The ground around him infused with a slightly bit of that power.
*i have arrived! I also am working on a concept for a dark power, if anyone wants to hear about it*
Vanilla is sitting at the bar of the tavern, continuing to sip hot cocoa as usual. They seem really bothered and irritated.
The Rippling court is fairly quiet in the late night, the lights a bit inconsistent. The Archduchess is nowhere to be found, but a strange sound can be heard distantly from the fountain, from the pipes: someone crying.
Helianth is rooted into the soil of a hill nearby, taking in sunlight as it always is.
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)
*If you want to continue for a little.*
“I killed and god and pulled his heart out of his chest. A spent years researching all I could on healing souls, and even then I feel like I need to do more.”
The light around Helianth begins to uncontrollably fluctuate, Tim looking in that direction.
*Ooh, I'd love to hear! Tell me everything!*
KK, having been walking around and looking for evidence, hears the crying from the pipes, and begins looking for a way to locate the source of the sound.
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)
The crooked flower notices this and, without even thinking, its other flower heads begin absorbing the flickering light to the best of its ability.
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)
Even then, it’s much less than before, seeming to be the result of Tim’s passive magical power growing by the minute, over taking every other natural phenomena in the area.”
It looks frustrated, uprooting itself and going over to Tim. "Could you please not tamper with the light?" It calls out.
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)
*so basically, the general idea is: what would happen if you gave someone completely innocent, someone who had a heart full of absolute good, trust, naivety, and wonder, the powers of the domains of dread? This Dark Power, known simply as ‘the child,’ is a paragon of innocence and kindness. To start, at least. They have all of the powers of other dark powers, control over the mists, godlike strength, all that, and they were tasked by the universe to capture and punish the most heinous villains in the entire world, as all Dark Powers do. The terrifying part about it is that they are really, really good at their job.*
Roll me investigation!
“That might have been a bad example… but what I’m saying, is that everything since i became a god doesn’t… mean anything to me because it isn’t… a problem for me to do any of it. I have no special motivation for anything because there aren’t any real risks or consequences if I don’t, or if I don’t do it good enough. That’s my problem here! I know that people think my actions mean something, they just don’t mean anything to me!”
*I love it! Definitely has a lot of potential for drama and emotional torment, as characters may get attached to the child once they're still sweet and nice, and watch as they devolve into chaos... >:D*
Investigation: 14
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)
*aw. Didn’t get to finish me rp with jobah*
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)
*Had a bit of computer lag for a sec while posting, and the roll result changed. It was a 10 before.*
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)
*indeed! All of my dark powers have something ironic about them. The embodiment of isolation desperately craved social interaction, the dark power of hunger is constantly wasting away from starvation, et cetera. I wanted to try, ‘a being of pure goodness is given the powers and responsibilities of a dark deity, what happens?*
She eventually finds a map of the pipes throughout Fontaine, which shows that the pipes of the fountain go directly to under the opera house, and they’re all connected to a giant pipe system that flows out to the sea at the edge of the city, which reaches out to the horizon of the domain.
*oops, oh well!*