Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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“Great… will I have to deal with them often?”
Vanilla doesn’t seem very interested in this, Turning away and sipping their hot cocoa.
Hayden blushes again a little. "No problem. Still working on rounding out my magic."
"I made these for you to kill! That's the whole point! They're little guys to practice your awesome paladin swordery with!"
"Yes, I did. But you're out, and doing well, aren't 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.
“Not as often as you will deal with me, he… only comes out on occasion.”
She puts the vial to her mouth, looking expectantly as the Ichor drips down the side into her mouth, leaving nothing in the vial.
She notices the blush, “Yer doin’ real good, looks like a know a few people who’re real good with magic.”
He sighs “Okay, I was taking a nap, but thank you for the gift. Also, you can just call it swordsmanship.” He reaches down to one of them, picking it up curiously.
“In terms of life, quite, in terms of mental health, less so unfortunately.” He smiles “But I’ll be fine, I always am.”
Mauric looks even madder now. "What're you talking about??"
"You're not old or fat! You're really pretty!" She says earnestly. "I'm Hayden!"
"Who's 'she'? Or... would you rather not say?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Damian walks outside to his garden to collect some vegetables when he sees them. He decides to watch and wait for them to notice him, crossing his arms as he leans against the fence, raising an eyebrow curiously, a fireball resting in his palm.
Antonio, who has been working at the Inn for the past few days to make a little money and get to know Domino’s family a little more walks over, dressed in his usual clothes, he puts a plate down “Hello Sir, can I get you anything?” He asks.
“Will he try to murder me or the test subjects?”
it tastes… well, divine. It’s like pure happiness is hitting her tastebuds. Her entire body has a tingling sensation. It’s simply one of the most pleasant experiences she’s ever had, and once it fades away, she feels… empty, sort of.
“Aww, why’s that?”
“Well, likely no… though there is always the chance he does. If you ever find me with handcuffs on, don’t take them off.”
She sighs, leaning back even farther, her back resting against one of the arms of the chair as she closes her eyes, taking in the moment, knowing that she will likely never have the chance again. After a while she pulls back up “That… was amazing.”
“Noted… anyways, I’m ready. Where can we find some wolves?”
“…Does my blood really taste that good?”
"Thanks! I do my best..."
The quasit is made of rooster, rat, and lizard parts, and it squirms in futility. "That's a less fun word though!"
"Well, don't just push through and assume things will work out. Take time to address your pain and try and reconcile with it."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hello children of the corn.*
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
*Cut for Arch.*
He begins to walk, expecting them to follow, the silver mist seeming to follow where he goes.
She smirks softly once more “I will never taste anything that amazing ever again, or at least it’s not likely I will.”
She follows warily.
curious, he pricks his finger and tastes his own blood. ”wow… it does taste good… this is sort of what the food ambrosia tastes like.”
He sighs, putting the fireball out and beginning to help her, his care just as tender “It’s… been a bit since I… Nevermind, you don’t need to hear my troubles.” He says.
He sits down next to them, raising an eyebrow, “Well, you’re in an Inn, how about I pay a room for you? You seem like you need it.”