Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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A man walks over to the plant, wearing a white lab coat and matching gloves. He appears to be a pale High elf, a fair resemblance to Tim and Tiffany “Hmm. I hate to ask this of someone who is in mourning, but have you seen my son?”
*Howdy pardner.*
He chuckles and kneels before her. "Your sins. All of them. I can taste the weight of them on your shoulders, fermenting for eternities. I doubt you even feel them anymore. But in an instant, I will bring you back to the innocence of a babe, free of such a burden. If you allow me to partake, that is."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It doesn't look up at him. "...I believe so. I don't know where he is now, but... he should be nearby."
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 raises an eyebrow, curious as to who this person may be, and what they are capable of “Hmm, you truly would like to taste of the sins I’ve committed? Oh, I suppose I will have to entertain you, for no other reason than my own curiosity.” She holds out the back of her hand, adorned with blood ruby rings.
“Hmm, good. I assume you have been taking care of him in some aspect, for that I must thank you, but now I must dispose of him.” He bows slowly, turning to look around them both.
"Thank you, my daughter. I will free him from the chains that hold him down, so he will stand with his head high in the heavens." He walks toward her slowly, and she can feel the incredible weight this being carries. Burdens taken from too many lives to count.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"...Dispose of him?" It almost seems surprised, but still doesn't move. "...Why?"
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)
“It seems he doesn’t want to obey his father, so I’ll turn him into scrap and try again.” He says calmly, as if he’s was talking about the weather “It’s not as if it’s not something I haven’t done before. The art of a scientist to fail and try again.”
Omori leads the way, walking to the Inn and, ultimately, to the place where Felix lays. She is solemnly quiet the whole time.
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)
He places the bread on her hand, which is immediately blackened as he whispers words in Celestial. They look like they hurt, but she feels refreshed completely. The weight of ages, as described, is taken off her shoulders. She feels beautiful, as though all those evil thoughts had been making her somehow uglier. And as he eats it, she can feel his aura darken even deeper and blacker than before. He seems to relish his meal, enjoying the flavors greatly. "Such travesty... mmmm, such horror..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I suppose it is..." It responds, pausing for a moment. "...Have you ever wondered what one could do... with the power of a star?"
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)
He kneels and gently lays a funeral cake on the corpse, whispering words in celestial. The cake darkens ever so slightly, and he eats it. He rises, holding the cake in his hand. He does not seem to enjoy it. "I'm sorry for your loss. He was a good man."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She seems quite satisfied in terms of curiosity by the display, putting her hands back together, smiling softly as she puts her wine down “I would not have expected to meet someone capable of such things, and yet, I find myself surprised. Not often, but in this case, I was.” She giggles, moving from her seat “How terrible, now you carry a weight that is not your own.”
*Cut for Yvonne.*
He gives a cruel chuckle “That leave me to ask you, how do you think Tim is so powerful? Though it is not the same, his power source is certainly similar.”
"What... was that?" She asks with a somber curiosity, gesturing to the funeral cake.
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)
"Could such power...?" It trails off, still looking down at the ground.
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)
He gives another chuckle “From what I understand you became decently fond of the child, maybe you knew all along and were simply using him.” He shrugs “It won’t matter soon.”
He nods. "Terrible, but honorable. If you died today, the heavens would let you in, let you become pure and radiant. You would be allowed to rule in the lands of the gods."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"To start, yes... but you're right. It won't matter soon." It weakly laughs.
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)