Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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“Chaos? But I was just looking around” she muses.
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)
After a bit, Franz comes back out with the blueprints, plates, forks, and two tubs, one of whipped cream and one of vanilla ice cream. "Thank you for your patience. Would you like some pie? We can eat it while we study the plans."
*It's kind of hard to keep his sentences so concise. I decided that he should use short sentences and simple words when I made him.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I think I have everything I need. Thank you for offering, though. Maybe you could help me paint. Do you like to paint?" He orders Vanilla an ice-cream float.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'd be up for it. I pretty much have Franz and Podmorski right now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sits down next to Franz, happily taking the ice cream float.
”well, I’ve never done much of it, but I can certainly try!”
“What’s wrong with being found? I love making friends!” Something about her aura… you can tell she’s very powerful, even for a ghost.
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, but I’m back.*
"It's good to try new things. If you like it, I can teach you how to do it my way. The best way to learn art is to copy. That's what I heard. Try to copy bits of a lot of different things. That way, it'll be original." He pulls out a pencil from his coat and sketches a smiling sun on a napkin. He then offers the pencil. "Do you think you could do that?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ah that might make things difficult. I’m so used to talking very little that I have the opposite issue.*
He shakes his head “I may be immortal, but I am trying to keep myself from too much sugar. I had some pastries this morning. I won’t keep you from eating any though.” He sits down, taking the plans and beginning to study them.
*Not especially. You can pick whoever you want. Do you want to intro or should I?*
*I'm not really in the mood for that right now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The blueprints are very simple, designed for durability and safety over any sort of functionality. This thing could probably withstand an earthquake and protect those inside.
Franz nods and puts some whipped cream and ice cream on a slice of pie for himself. "It's good to eat healthy. Sweets are a sometimes food. Sometimes I eat too much sometimes foods. But nobody's perfect."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She giggles. “That’s why I have dia!”
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)
Franz approaches slowly, watching Cyvus even as people pass in front of him. "Hello, neighbor... nice to meet you." His voice is slow, calm, gentle, and honest. It would sound patronizing if it weren't so sincere. It's like he's talking to a child.
A pair of golden flowers appear in the flames. But they aren't flowers, they're irises, and they have pupils and black sclera. "You shouldn't play with fire, little girl..." Chuckles a monstrous voice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels