Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
Sign in to view your library & saved favorites.
Sign in- Marketplace
Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer CreaturesFrozen SickD&D Beyond Basic RulesBasic Rules (2014)Sign in to view your library & saved favorites.
Sign in
It approaches the statue, its previous feelings of anger dissipating for a while. It is silent for a while.
"...I will find a way to fix this." It mutters, pain in its voice. "To make things right. We'll see the stars... together..."
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)
Mauric doesn't answer, but still glowers at Omi.
"Physics, magic, and the environment, mostly."
"Well... yeah, you probably shouldn't. I have a boyfriend. But I'm very flattered that you'd consider 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.
He smiles a little wider. "Is she magic?" He carefully puts the bags in the cart.
A bit more sorrow, then a comforting vibe. She can feel his presence laying beside her.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*wdym?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hunter and John*
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 looks to the building curiously, though happy to be somewhere warm “N-no, I… thank you.” He says, not wanting to ruin this gift or say something that’s just stupid.
He puts the covers over them to keep them warm, and begins looking for someone, anyone that could help with this in any aspect, moving through trees and along the ground as quickly as possible.
She sighs, slightly more relieved, but not much “Do you know where he might be? I just… I wouldn’t want to lose him, as you know.”
He grins. “Ooh, that’s awesome. I bet it’ll taste great.”
*Of course lord clone Jobah.*
Henry is meditating in the forest, a moat of blood surrounding where he sits, the mist outstretching farther than it has before as he takes deep breaths.
John has been training with the creatures he was provided, and taking breaks in between, refining his skills with every swing he takes.
*Bring me the Duchess.*
Franz is stumbling toward his caravan, moving with the sluggishness of a man who just ate a massive meal despite not having eaten a single thing today.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Of course sir.*
The smell of blood fills the air nearby, before he can react the Duchess can be seen sitting on his caravan, drinking her blood wine in a beautiful glass, looking to them curiously.
"If it doesn't, you are free to bring it back for a full refund. Never happened before, but some people have different palates than what I can account for." He's talking almost like a real person for a second. Then, just as suddenly, he's back to his lumbering, gentle voice. "My mother taught me how to make them. She was a great cook. Her jellies were my favorites, so I make those the most. Sometimes I make cakes or pies, but not every day. If you ever need one made for a special event, you can come and ask me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I’m so sorry, I have to leave. I will be back later though.*
“I will! Where do you get all your ingredients?”
"Fey wood? That's very interesting. My mother came from the Feywild. I haven't seen her in a long time, though. I hope she's alright."
Her paw hits a soft, invisible belly. A cold hand holds her own.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He looks up at her. "Hello, neighbor," he utters through his tight-lipped smile. "Would you like to come in?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels