Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Once she's done, she runs over to him. "Have any spirits stolen your voice lately?"
He turns around, cat entrails hanging out of his mouth. "Whuh?"
Eito stares at him. "What troubles 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.
“Vanilla.” He shakes Henry’s hand, and Henry somehow ends up with a peppermint in his hand. “it sounds cold, and inhospitable. I mean, I’d love to hear more but I don’t think I’d be able to travel there.“
she sighs. “Because you’re my friend, now take a break for the rest of the day, please, or I’m going to make you. Good?”
Mauric doesn't talk to him or turn, but he scoots back slightly against Damian.
"What's your deal? Why do you keep showing up around me?"
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.*
“Cold and inhospitable are words you could use to describe it, and they wouldn’t be wrong by any means. Unfortunate you cannot visit.” He pulls down his mask and tosses the peppermint into his mouth, revealing a salt and pepper beard despite how young he is and teeth so clean it becomes strange.
“If you’re my friend stop hurting yourself for my sake, and listen when I say not to worry about me.” He stands up from the bench, his arms slack. (He effectively has 5/6 levels of exhaustion, so stopping him isn’t hard.)
He hugs him, trying to keep from crying himself “I… I don’t know what to tell you, I’m just here for you man.”
He raises an eyebrow “This is merely the second time we have interacted, I do not control where the mist takes me.”
*Cool! Any character in particular you'd like? Be warned, there may be drama! >:D*
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)
"Th... thank you..."
"What's the mist?"
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 sighs, wiping away his own tears “It’s… what I need to do, you’re my best friend.”
“I don’t know, I’ve had it with me for quite some time.”
Mauric leans against Damian and exhales shakily.
"But... what does it do?"
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.*
“It’s always the good ones, haha.” He laughs uneasily, trying not to crack “People like me… living so long, when we don’t deserve it.” He sighs.
“That I do not know either, though I am trapped within, finding myself moved by forces I do not understand. Or at least shouldn’t understand.”
"Okay, shut up. Please." Mauric grabs Damian by his collar. "You are a wonderful man, a wonderful husband, a wonderful person, and you may hate yourself for what you've done, but that doesn't matter, because there are SO MANY people who love you. And I'm not losing another friend."
"Ooookay. So what's the ETA on you leaving my camp?"
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 mean, I could go there, but it’d be all icky, and I might get sick….
she stops him from standing up. “Rest.”
He cracks, beginning to fall into tears, hugging Mauric tightly “It’s… it’s just… you right… I’m sorry.” He tries to keep himself together but the tears have already started and they don’t seem to stopping anytime soon, his body shaking slightly.
“If I knew I would already be gone, I apologize for my own lack of understanding when it comes to the mist. I will try not to disturb.”
*I’d like to intro the Child, so maybe KK?*
“A god get sick? I would certainly enjoy seeing that, though I would not prefer you suffer the terrors of my home.”
He looks at her mask for a long moment before sitting back down “Fine.” He takes one of his knifes from his side and begins sharpening it.
“Well, I’m immune to diseases, but I weaken when I’m in the presence of… certain icky things. My anathemas. Spoiled food and freezing weather without respite from the cold.”
*Okey dokey!*
KK is preparing for the Faceless Fair's grand opening, getting the last few finishing touches done. She wears a three-piece suit of varying shades of green and grey and golden trim, with a completely smooth, featureless mask.
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 food I must admit is not in the most pristine condition, but there is respite from the weather, though being indoors is about as safe as being trapped outside. The beasts being everywhere.” He says, smiling at the skull before putting it on his belt with an assortment of others.
As soon as guests start arriving, one of the first to get in line is a little kid, at most nine or ten, with no parents or guardians in sight. They have wavy brown hair and pale, freckles skin, with bright yellow eyes. He’s excitedly jumping up and down, trying to get a look at the fair, which almost causes the absurd crown he’s wearing to fall off his head. He also has a golden scepter, but other than that he wears normal clothes, all grays or blacks.
“Beasts? Like, wolves and bears, or something worse?”