Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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"Ah, I see. Forgive me for jumping to conclusions. Hopefully we'll find the culprit soon enough." She responds, writing down her answer. "Okay, my last question- How exactly do the Orator Scales give sentences and aid in the trials?"
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, the scales are given evidence by either side of the case, as does the judge, of course. Once it’s over, it tips its scales one way or the other and claims someone to be guilty or innocent. Then it sends the judge the sentence it gives the guilty, and the Judge declares it to the court and it is carried out. That’s how it’s practically always worked. Although, one important thing, though, it never gives the death sentence.”
"Interesting..." She writes down a bit more. "Thank you very much for answering my questions. If you have any questions of your own I can answer I will gladly do so, but if not, I can leave if you wish."
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)
“Mm… well, I’m interesting in why you were asking me about the Orator scales. I mean, they are quite interesting. Actually, they’re in the other side of the opera house. One part personal manor, one part theatre, and another part the courtroom of Fontaine, heh… if you want, I could show you the Orator.”
*out of curiosity, what are you thinking about the Archduchess herself? And what does KK think of her?*
*Cut*
"I was simply curious, is all- I hadn't heard of such a device before I visited here, and I agree, they're rather fascinating. I'd love to see it, if you don't mind."
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)
She smiles. “Alright, one moment…” she puts on a white coat and opens the doors of her private quarters, leading KK down a giant hallway to the other end of the opera house.
KK smiles a bit as well, putting her notepad and pen back in her coat pockets, following Aurelia down the hall.
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)
They find themselves at an even larger set of doors, which open up by themselves to reveal an utterly extravagant courtroom, as opulent as the rest of the Opera House. It also… strangely resembles a theatre, with three balconies at the end of the room opposite to where the judge would sit. On the middle balcony, the highest of the three, is an extravagant throne that must be for Aurelia herself. There are rows of seats, for at least five hundred people, and at the very end of the room, in the middle of the, ‘stage,’ at the judge’s seat, right below and in front of it, are a fifteen foot tall set of golden scales, cogs and gears visible inside of it. It’s currently perfectly balanced, and both sides are filled with a bit of water. In the middle of the scales is a glowing blue orb, the same light it gives off also found in many decorative, angular and rigid patterns across its surface.
“Ta-da! The Orator scales, the main power source of Fontaine, been’ running for more than five hundred years.”
She looks around at the whole of the courtroom with a sense of wonder, walking over to the scales and looking up at them with awe. "Wow... it's so beautiful! It's all so beautiful! Everything in this room is absolutely stunning!" She produces her notepad again, taking notes of the patterns in the Scales and the rest of the chamber.
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)
*With that, I must depart for the night. Until we meet again on some sunny day, 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)
She walks up to the scales with KK. “Yep, it’s been delivering justice here for a long time. Still working on the whole… power shortage thing. Maybe it’ll get better after this case, people will believe in justice more.”
*bye, Yvonne!*
*we’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when, but I know we’ll meet again some sunny day!*
*Ello ratish children of mine.*
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
*Happy New Year's Eve, Schporglies.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yepper doodles*
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
*We are going to snuggle, but what you won't know is that I sandwiched a piece of Bolt Paper between us, so after a minute we will both be electrocuted by the coarse rubbing paper. I will laugh the entire time, and you will only know why after the arcs of lightning pierce our defenses. Even then I will not stop.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I need coffee, I am not awake enough to comprehend this.*
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
Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Father Luciano is outside, tending to the churches orchards. He is pruning the trees of any dead branches and placing them in a sack to use as kindling in the churches fireplace.
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
Everyone has received invitations to an event that advertises food and pretty much nothing else. I do mean everyone. Any character that remains alive can join.
Felix has set up an utterly massive feast, set on tables that collectively probably cost as much as his house. His greatest hits are laid out, and there are reserved seats for his friends with place cards. There are definitely enough seats for everyone to come and eat, though, and even some blankets away from the table in case people want to sit on the ground.
Felix is dressed in his best clothes and waiting for people to arrive.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels