Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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He points a finger at them, "You are lucky I had a sandwhich instead of a knife. I am known to get very stabby when startled"
Elio tilts his head curiously,
“What happened?”
“Oh okay. Well don’t come crying to me when you have an axe between your shoulderblades.”
“…really??”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He sees the owlin rending dirt frantically, gasping for breath. Upon hearing the rain hitting Mauric's umbrella, he turns, revealing Felix's distinctive spiral eyes in his skull.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“And I have taken beasts down when they were double my size and triple my weight. I think I can handle a knife. Either way, my apologies for startling you sir.”
He walks over to them, smiling, his bowler hat a bit wet from the rain, he holds out a hand “Nice ta meet ya, Thane.” His country accent heavy.
*Cut for Jobah.*
His hands tremble as he looks down “I… wasn’t strong enough… we lost our child while fightin’ the Brand…”
“What a kind patron you are, aren’t you.” He says sarcastically, chuckling “I haven’t had something for my back in ages anyway.”
“Not inherently. I simply carve some runes into the glass, and it became formidable enough to hold a god.”
Samaritan is humming to himself as he dives vegetables for a salad he plans to make. Mixed together with romanie and cubed horned viper meat, he places the vegetables in.
Angél, for those with true sight, is over by the grave of Felix. He seems to be pacing a bit, thinking to himself. He appears to be in spectral form, a owl-shaped mass of cosmic stars and galaxies.
Azabell is gnawing on some wood, somehow having taken big bites out of some pieces like candy.
Stroth is curled up in the sofa, still depressed as anything. She has barely moved, eaten, drank, or did anything.
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
*What class should Felix be when he comes back?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Well I was thinking a Reborn for his race mixed with Strugel traits but for classes, I still enjoy his cleric disposition.*
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
He hasn’t seen or heard Rag for days, going on weeks now, it’s as if he just dropped off the face of the planet. He didn’t even leave a note behind, he just disappeared without a trace to follow him by.
Sparrow sits next to her, his hands covered in bandages that are fully red from the blood leaking from his hands. He doesn’t look to her, only down at his feet.
*Felix was always a caretaker who excelled in versatility, I’m thinking Sorceror/Druid or Cleric/Sorceror. Idk though that’s just me.*
"Wha-" Mauric is stunned and drops everything he's holding.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Samaritan notices this and suddenly, he becomes a lot more concerned. He begins to ask around as a 15 ft giant of a dragon man is hard to lose.
Stroth turns over to him, hugging him tightly. She doesn't speak or let go, just hugging him.
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
"your... child...?"
Rio stretches and sighs. "So, how you doing?"
"Ah. You are a rune knight?"
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 actually want to bring in Remidreju powers and give him a gold-themed race I found in one of my books. I might keep him a cleric, but I lost his domain so I want to find a new one that fits him.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
No one seems to know where he is, though people say that he’s often found in the woods, walking around, helping with things, though no one has seen him at all recently.
He hugs her back, turning to fully embrace her, taking the moment to just… be with her.
Samaritan grumbles and goes out to find him, calling out his name as he enters the forest.
She sniffs, trying to hold back tears "I love you.."
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
He sighs, “She… was pregnant. Now she’s not, and you don’t see a little one, do you?” He says, sticking a wad of blood to the ground.
“Doing good, life is finally staying good.” He says, offering to buy them a drink.
“No, but I understand the principle of the magic required.”
Angél-Felix drops the shovel and spreads his arms, the rain pounding on his face but he doesn't seem to register it. "Mauric. I'm back."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He hears the sound of movement deeper into the forest near the caves, though he doesn’t see Rag, he feels an intense heat.
He runs a hand through her hair, tears trickling down his face “I love you too.”
Samaritan sighs, his entire body erupting into flames that engulf him. He moves through the trees, not caring if they burn as he follows the heat.
"I'm sorry.." she mumbles into his shirt. Golden tears stain his shirt like molten gold.
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