Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*Merabelle, John, and anyone else*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Same dude, I was up till 4 last night*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The child runs up to KK and the mannequin, pointing at the mannequin with glee, chuckling. “Wow, that’s so cool!” they boop the mannequin on where their nose would be with their scepter.
“Canines seem to have the most similar results to humanoids when consumed.” He puts the skull down nearby.
She pushes her veil from hiding her eyes, a piercing blood red “Ah, I feel I would want to know, even if I am never to meet a god ever again. Is it a crushing loneliness?”
Ichigo is out in a secluded part of the forest where he can't hurt anyone, enraged to the point it looks like fire is coming off of his armor. Every trees every rock, and every plant around his in a 30 ft radius has been scorched into nothingness by his aura. The big seem ravenous, feasting on anything, including the dirt. He is cursing everything under the sun, him losing Felix, the fact he can barely hold his body together, everything and anything.
Samaritan is outside the tavern, reading a book on how to express emotions because, thanks to his RBF, he constantly looks grumpy.
Angél is preening their wings, humming softly. They appear to be making some sort ofashed fruit salad, made of cranberries, figs, pomegranate, and pinecones.
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
*Of course my good man.*
Merabelle is gathering firewood to keep Omori warm, unbothered by the cold, wearing what is necessary in terms of clothing but not much else, leaning into her origins as a Goliath.
John is taking a nap in one of the chairs on the porch of the Inn, tapping into his fatherly ability to fall asleep sitting straight up, and snoring like a beast.
Damian is cooking in the kitchen, getting more flashy with it with time, tossing knifes and catching them, cooking meat with fire spells, smiling wide.
*oh I was thinking we could start a new one since so much time has passed*
"Okay. Well, glad to hear that, at least."
"..." Klei is quiet. He has very little to add, and feels awful right now.
"What is that object?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*my dearest darlingest friend!*
*do you want a cookie? They’re snickerdoodles!*
*Oh hey, wanna rp? I’ve got a new character.*
The construct doesn't immediately react, 'looking' down at the kid with curiosity. Kk chuckles a little bit. "Marvelous, aren't they? Every one of them has a unique design."
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)
”then we’ll use wolves or something similar. Do you know if this area has a lot of wolves?”
he chuckles. ”well, that…” he takes a sip of the golden liquid. “And I also can’t get drunk.”
Hayden is practicing her magic outside, heavily bundled up.
Rio walks over to him, holding a large wicker basket that's rattling around a lot.
Thirteen is at the bar, writing happily.
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 turns around, snarling. The armor rippling with magic "Who are you? What do you want?"
Samaritan raises a brow "Hm?"
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
“Oh of course I would know if there were, it is the art of being a Hunter. I could show you a few locations.”
“Oh, how terrible.” She gasps before taking a sip of her own wine, draining the glass slowly.
“They’re all so awesome! Do you make them all yourself! They’re absolutely perfect in every way! And they’re kinda scary, too! I LOVE THEM!” They shriek.