Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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He smiles at the weak laugh “It seems you might still be fond of him, I’ll let you say goodbye if you want to.”
She chuckles at that “Maybe, but tomorrow the gates will be closed to me once more. You shouldn’t take sin from sinners, take it from those who want to repent.” She says, offering them a glass of blood wine “Who might you be?”
"I don't." It responds flatly. "And I'm not."
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 took away his sins, meagre as they were. Took them into myself. Any burden he would have carried is now mine. He is free from any spiritual or moral burden he would have had." He takes another bite. "Only the foulest can satiate me anymore. He tastes like a kind, innocent person. Not pure, but no one is."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(good evening everyone)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He shrugs “If you say so, I find it worse to anyway. Best of luck with your machine, though… nevermind, you’ll see.” He begins walking, looking for his son, who appears from behind a barrel the moment he’s out of sight and sound, holding back tears.
"At the very least, he won't be burdened by them anymore. Thank you..." She responds.
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 takes it in his stony claws. "I am Manceron. It is not the pure who need to be forgiven, though, is it?" He drains the entire glass in seconds. "Why on earth would I come for anyone but the worst? Those who can satisfy my discerning palate?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It doesn't look up at him. "Oh. It's you."
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 would describe the pure as the deserving, but it seems to satisfy your appetite, even if only for a time.” The wine is obviously cursed, though it has no discernible effect on them, the Duchess putting the glass away, moving her veil from covering her face, “What a wonderful name.”
"You are welcome, child. But I fear, and oh how exquisite this fear, that this is the first of many... but now is not the time. I hope you are well, dear." He stands beside her, facing the body. "How should we take care of him?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He looks up to them, but doesn’t move from behind the barrel “You… don’t want to?” He seems perplexed, he cares about Helianth, but it seems it was one sided.
His blindfold does not allow him to see her. "What people deserve is not in question. Judgement is not my business. I crave the sins, the crimes of others. The very weight of my burden will cave in the Abyss, and I will feast and feast until it is time to move on to the rest of the Lower Planes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut*
Helianth slowly lifts one of its flower heads, coldly 'looking' at him with a nonexistent glare. "Why would I? You've already fulfilled your part of our deal- you improved the design. I have no use for you." A cruel laugh escapes it for a second.
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)
“Quite interesting, it leaves me only with more questions, though I don’t believe I need the answers. I hope that your hunger is sated, even for a time upon consuming some truly foul sins. I doubt mine were enough to achieve such a feat.”
Tim, for a moment, doesn’t know how to process what was said, before curling up on the ground and beginning to openly weep. Small bits of his skin begin to crack, and a small, but powerful light begins to radiate off of him, surprisingly satisfying to Helianth if he absorbs any of it.
*Got about ten minutes left. It’s been fun. Might be able to do one or two more posts.*
It does in fact absorb the light, not a visible ounce of guilt in its entire being, though it does stop after a few seconds. "...Well... perhaps I was wrong..." It turns towards Tim fully. "There is still one way you can help my mission."
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 thinks for a while. "I don't know. I assume the next step is to find if he has a will. If not, then I don't think I have any authority to make any decisions here."
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 doesnt react to their words, continuing to sob uncontrollably, the light growing with the cracks in intensity, his seemingly endless supply of power coming into play. As Helianth absorbs the light, at first it is delightfully, but as it grows, it becomes searing, destructive, almost painful.