Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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*Alrighty!*
KK has returned to the Inn, her and one of her mannequins putting up flyers for the Faceless Fair in more secluded spots.
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 think this might have gotten buried*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Henry sees one of the flyers, leaving his hunter gear on, his weapons equipped though he looks curiously at the details on the flyer, his silver eyes shining with interest.
The flyer describes the Fair with lots of flowery language and is actually rather vague on what the place really is. 'A place of wonder and horror!', and 'Where nightmares come to life!' and other such terms can be found in big text in the corners. The location specified is in the forest, connected to Hotel Podmorski, which the Fair also seems to be partnered with.
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)
*weeeeee, nausea*
*also I've finally managed to get to 10 hours of sleep this week :D*
*My brother, how are you alive?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I drain nutrients and vigor out of bad children and politicians*
He smiles under his mask, both personalities interested, although for different reasons. He starts heading towards the location, leaving his weapons concealed for now, the insane look in his eyes only intensifying with his excitement, the mist following him.
*Anybody else?*
As he approaches the Fair, he stumbles across KK and one of her mannequins, who are still setting up a few more flyers. She notices him, and then notices the flyer in his hand. "Ah, did the Fair catch your attention?"
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)
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)
At seeing the mannequin he immediately reaches for one of his blades, but stops when he hears KK, looking to them and bow respectfully “Of course, a place where nightmares come alive reminds me of home.” He chuckles, though she can tell he means it.
*I don't know if I want to introduce now or later.*
*Oh well, characters for now.*
Stroth, golden as the sun, is still lying in the sofa in the library, mourning the loss of her and Sparrow's child. The Golden Traitor looks so.. broken, vulnerable, and shook from it all.
Azabell is trying to build something but it still seems weird, like he was trying to build a box but it looks more like a a scramble of wood than anything.
Samaritan is punching a punching bag, grumbling as he delivers solid kicks and punches to it, almost tearing the fabric.
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
Merabelle was walking into the library to grab some more books for Omori’s studies when she saw Stroth. She sits down nearby, she doesn’t know what has happened, but she still needs to be there for her best friend.
Sparrow can be found wandering over, Samaritan has seen him around town, and even if not he’s seen him when he went to apologize. He looked happy then, sure of his choices, and even then just good, this Sparrow looks lost, his tears have dried, but he seems weak.
She chuckles a bit as well. "I hope your time there is wonderful. If I may ask, where did you come from?"
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)
*Cut for Yvonne.*
“Somewhere… far from here. Have you heard of a city called Yharnam?” He asks, rolling the flyer and putting it away.
*I don't know what's happening. This is the second time a post just outright did not show up for me even when I scrolled its area several times.*
"You're welcome, Omori. Would you like to pick our next activity?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Stroth looks up, her hair glittering in the library light alongside her tears. "The child's gone.." she said, her voice shaky.
Samaritan raises a brow behind his mask and stops, nodding his head to him "Hello.. are you okay?"
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
*ooh, which one am I?*
KK walks into the library and notices Stroth, seeming concerned and moving over to her to comfort her.
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)