Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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"Because we're not friends yet. What would you like to be called?" The edutainer sits across from Cyvus.
"I guess playing with fire is okay then, huh? Someone else could get hurt. How selfish, how thoughtless must you be?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Yeah! I’m her patron!” She smiles proudly
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 so so sorry. I’m actually back now. Does anyone want to rp?*
*Do you want anyone specific?*
*Good afternoon, fellow creatures and cryptids!*
Omori sits on the roof of the Inn, looking over her star charts with keen interest.
KK is back at the Rippling Court, looking for anything interesting. She has also placed a few flyers for the Faceless Fair in more secluded spots.
Helianth is still busy with its sun-devouring machine, having completed the light filtering device and now working on the storage tanks. Even for a being that doesn't need sleep, it looks tired.
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)
Merabelle walks over to them, climbing up to sit with them, smiling softly at them, her tail swinging “Doin’ good Omori?”
“Oh, sorry about that”
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)
*Okay.*
Marie is in the graveyard, tossing knives at gravestones, hitting them with perfect accuracy, sticking them into the stones and pulling out more.
Damian is cooking, being extra dramatic with his knives and the fire, doing all too much with the widest grin in his face.
She smiles a bit back at her. "Hi, mom. I'm doing alright. You?"
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)
“Doin’ good, had the feelin’ somethin’ was happenin’ a while back, but it’s gone now.”
"That makes sense- there's kinda been a lot of things happening lately." She responds, looking down at her charts.
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)
"Franz Sugarplum. It's nice to meet you, Cyvus." He sits down across from the lionfolk. "What's your favorite flavor of pie?"
"Is that all?" The creature pushes further out of the ether, revealing a ferret-like head on a fat torso with huge arms. "I can make you feel. I can inject sensations directly into your psyche if you want."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels