Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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He raises an eyebrow curiously before looking down at himself, his eyes widening “Yo… that’s crazy… when did that happen?” He says, pointing the tips of one of the spears with a finger “I think I’m fine… I’m immortal right?”
She looks at him apprehensively. “I think I’ll sit this one out, Thank you,” a cold wisp of wind makes its way over to him, chilling the crowd. *does he have any connection to ghosts?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
It nods its 'head' made of hands and follows slowly, like a scared animal. "Where am I?" it asked, its voice raspy.
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
"Most people aren't immortal. If you hugged someone, they might get hurt. That's not very good." His voice is calm, almost hypnotic. "Let's get you somewhere they can remove those, okay?" He leans forward and whispers. "There are kids here, and I don't want to pull the spears out in front of them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Brrr, it sure is chilly out. If you want to join in later, I'd like that very much. But thank you for being honest about your feelings, neighbor." He tips his hat to her.
*No, but he does have a connection to fey*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You are at Lord's Point, a town on the Material Plane." He takes it over to a large caravan painted very whimsically with bright colors, decorated with too many stickers to count. He opens the door and walks in, then brings out armfuls of food. He takes multiple trips, and most of the food is healthy at first, but eventually he just brings out candy. "This is all I have right now, but if you're still hungry I can find more." He's holding a small, curved knife behind his back, covered in sugary syrup.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*okay then*
something cold brushes his arm, a sensation that sets all his nerves on end and chills him to the bones. And then, the faintest sound of a giggle
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He nods along with them, realizing he wouldn’t want to traumatize these kids anymore either, “Sorry about that man, I do this sometimes. I’ll try to be better next time. Okay… okay…” He rubs the bridge of his nose, slapping his own face.
"Oh... Why was I dropped here?.. I remember it was so warm, warm and calm, and now I am here.." It said, devouring the food and then the candy with little hesitation.
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
He smiles (he has no nerves) and pulls out a small hand mirror, looking around with it. "Hello there. Would you like to join in? We're going to have a sing-along soon."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The crowd gasps. The musician grabs Victor's wrist firmly. His voice has a faint sternness to it all of the sudden. "Hey. Don't do that, alright?" His tone then softens once more. "You made a mistake. It's okay. But hurting yourself is bad." The word 'bad' seems to be uncomfortable for him, as though he didn't want to use such harsh language. "Life is all about learning. You shouldn't be punished for learning things."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
In the mirror, you can see a little girl, maybe ten or eleven with long blond hair and curious blue eyes.
*she basically looks like Alice in wonderland.*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"I'm sorry, I don't know." He gently rubs the angel's shoulder in a comforting motion. "But life on the Material Plane is all about learning. Would you like to learn with me? Maybe we can find out why you were sent down."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He looks to them, quickly moving his own wrist out of their hand, taking a deep breath “Sorry, dude. I do this a lot though, I should have learned by now man.” He groans, looking at them with equal concern.
"Maybe we could teach all these people about ghosts. Would you like to help me teach them about ghosts?" The repetition is clearly deliberate.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Through the looking glass*pun intended* you can see her nod with excitement
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
It nods its 'head' and looks up. Its body begins to change, the flesh rendering into something else. It looks barely passable as human, skin barely holding onto a skeleton made of hardened flesh, false eyes that don't gaze, a false mouth of which to speak, all s fake but so real at the same time.
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
"It's okay. Repetition is an important part of any lesson. Plus, drugs," he gestures to the pipe, "can make learning difficult." He leads Victor to a hospital.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He smiles at her. "Alright. I'm going to pass the mirror around so people can see you, is that okay? No one will hurt you. This is a place of acceptance, and you have nothing to be afraid of."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He smiles wide, admiring the false form. "That's very good. You learn very quickly. What's your name?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels