Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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He nods and bows slightly. "Of course, my new friend. Before you go, what's your name?"
Gather th... And he's gone.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Salem.*
He follows them inside, cleaning off his hooves and leaving his staff at the door respectfully “No. Any will do. Thank you.”
He grabs the doctor by his shoulders “I need your help right now. Please.” He’s practically begging with every fiber of his being.
She nods “As do I, I worry for him.” She says, his cousin giggling from where she sits, crossing her legs.
Eito moves over toward him, bowing in kind.
Riotan nods approvingly and jumps down. "They're providing you with good training, I trust?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Who might you be sir? If I may ask.” He says, moving from his meditative position.
He chuckles, not having noticed them there “They are certainly a challenge to put down. Especially with all of them swarming me, thank you.”
She can tell that he's barely human, and he considers himself as such. She sees through the glamour for a split second, revealing a purple, gelatinous creature molded into a humanoid shape with hard candy bones and sugared digestive organs within. Sharp, black teeth meant for cutting meat and meat alone. His smile does not falter. "I am." He opens the door for her. "If you want to learn, I want to help."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*no I was just wondering if you wanted to do other ones at all. I'll go with Lacai.*
"I apologize for misunderstanding. I write because I work to learn new things every day, and the knowledge I gain should be shared."
"Got it." Riotan takes all of the objects and throws them all in his mouth, swallowing them whole.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*kwhrlrbtlrnektbrkbtirn*
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
"The name I am known by is Eito."
"Excellent. Have they tried invisibility yet?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*i agree*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
With her curiosity very much peaked she softly hops off her elevated position, falling at a rate as if she was as light as a feather, her dress fluttering majestically “Possibly, either way, I want to learn more about you.” She steps inside, smiling softly.
"I'm Franz Sugarplum." He points at himself with his thumb, a hint of pride in his half-lidded eyes. "Stranger danger is an important lesson. I wish I didn't have to teach it sometimes. It makes me sad that people hurt each other."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Jobah.*
“Hmm, interesting.” He adjusts his white gloves, stained with blood, the skulls on his belt shaking.
He sighs “They can turn invisible too?” He smiles “You know how to make a challenge, I must admit.”
*Please cut that.*
The small interior is designed with multiple concepts in mind: a living space, a classroom, and a recording studio. It looks strange, like a set. Desperately trying to be a place that is comfortable and human, but is fundamentally improper in some way. There are family photos, and they are clearly shot as family photos, but it's just Franz each time. The kitchen has all sorts of cooking implements, but there are no foods that need to be prepared. Apples, bananas, bread, whatever is easy to eat. And way, way too much candy. There are racks for multiple guitars, but he's holding the only one he seems to own. There is a couch in here, facing a wall covered in newspaper clippings with disconnected headlines, ranging from births to tragedies to deaths to celebrations. There's no clear political leaning either. The walls in general are painted with blue skies, green grass, and rainbows everywhere.
He sits down on the couch and motions for her to follow. "What would you like to learn, neighbor?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels