Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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She raises an eyebrow, stepping from her step, taking the knife from them “Have I?” She chuckles, kissing their forehead, “Oh well.” She puts her knives away, laying on them.
He rolls his eyes “I shouldn’t have raised you to act like me. Oh.” He seems to remember something “You know you could have been a Mermaid if I never met your mother.”
*Hey, Yvonne! Have you met my latest character, Franz, yet?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She looks over their shoulder “You’ve been makin’ so much progress. I know I say it all the time, but I’m just so proud o’ ya.” She says, taking out her own.
*Greetings, Baal! I don't think I have yet, but I'd like to!*
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)
*Here's his intro!*
A pale man is sitting down in front of the tavern, playing a song about friendship on his guitar. He has bulky, colorful clothes with equally expressive pins all over them to demonstrate his views and beliefs immediately. Smiley faces, pride flags, peace signs, "Save the Whales." The man is evidently a hippie, even if he's clean shaven and smells like a sweets shop. His blue eyes sparkle as he sings, his shoulder-length red hair blowing in the wind. People, mostly children and parents, gather around him, eating the candy he's handed out.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Thanks. I know I keep saying it, but I'm just trying my best." She responds. After a few seconds, Omori notices something in the charts. "Wait... is that..." She mutters to herself, looking closer.
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)
She looks closely to see what they may have noticed on their own, curious to the revelation their daughter was clearly having at the moment. Remaining silent as to not interrupt.
Omori hears the song from atop the roof of the Inn, and looks down from the roof for a moment to see him. She then dips back towards the roof and out of sight, before inexplicably appearing from one shaded side of the Inn on ground level. She listens to the song with keen interest.
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)
“I know what it’s like to lose someone. Well, sort of. Dia keeps almost dying and I keep having to bring her back”
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)
*Yellow my buttercups.*
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
She shivers, biting his ear softly and wrapping her arms around his neck “I missed you more.” She smirks softly.
“Oh I’m the gross one, tell me, what power word did you want me to teach you again?” He chuckles, catching the knives “Because your mother has been training and I haven’t, I need something to keep me lean.”
*Hello Wendi.*
After a few seconds, her eyes widen as she figures out something- presumably a cantrip, based on what Merabelle can see in the lines of tiny sigils that make up the connecting lines in the constellation. "A mote of starlight... lingering glow... oh, that sounds so cool!" She mutters to herself, seeming ecstatic.
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)
“You can, but she’s asleep right now. We had a run-in with a white dragon and things didn’t exactly work out for her.”
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)
Merabelle smiles softly at the potential cantrip they are likely to learn “Hmm, ya got it. I’m assumin’ that’s one o’ the light spells. It won’t take ya too long ta learn, especially with yer aptitude fer shadow magic, simply applyin’ similar principles.”
*Cut for Salem.*
She sighs, rolling her eyes “Worse without you, and my cousin is visiting, and she’s just… I’m going to get started on her.”
He raises an eyebrow “Sure. Kill. I will teach you if your mother is fine with it.” He continues cooking.