Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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He huffs, sitting back up, "Not just any knife, it's my knife." He says, "Anyways, apology accepted"
"I'm Elio" He says, shaking his hand
Riotan looks horrified. "I..."
"Wonderful! And I'm alright, but thanks for offering."
"Ah. What were the means utilized for it?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Wh-who are you??!" Mauric looks appalled. "What did you do to his body?? A-are you..."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The closer he gets, the less trees there are the area burned worse than if there were a wildfire to happen there, at the bottom of a deep, very scorched hole, sits Rag, meditating.
He only holds her tighter, trying to comfort her best he can “I’m… I’m sorry too… I wish I could have done more for you…”
“I won’t argue your loss any farther. Henry, nice to meet you.” He holds out a white glove stained with blood.
He gives him a firm grip “Where do you work Elio?”
Samaritan narrows his eyes, all three heads of the blackened skeleton staring at him "What are you doing?" He asks.
"It was my fault.. I brought this with me.." she says "I am so so so sorry."
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
"I haven't dug up my own body yet, but I will soon. This one is... a loaner. The guy I got it from is waiting to get it back." He picks up the shovel again and gets back to digging. "I hope I haven't rotted all that much."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He shakes his head, beginning to punch again “Don’t be sorry… it’s my fault…”
“Good to hear you’re at least doing alright. Thank you for all this by the way, I’ll need to pay you back somehow.”
“I’ve learned to use magic from most groups or peoples, you understand?”
*a SECOND double rio*
Riotan walks over with his knife, looking to help.
Thirteen walks over, curious. "Are you a starlight apparition?"
Riotan sits down beside her heavily.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Tycho" He takes their glove
"What do you mean?" He smiles, returning the firm grip
"I-it's only been a couple days. Probably not much, considering you weren't embalmed and all the blood stuff would be fixed once your heart restarts. At least, I-I think..."
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 hands him two bell peppers "Look at you, helpful and all that." He smiles.
Angél shakes it's head "No no, nothing that lovely.. no, this is just what my spirit looks like." He explains.
Stroth looks up at him. Her entire body, since she was ripped apart, is much different than what he remembers. She is pure gold, her skin, her hair, even her tears she cries.
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
“Keeping myself from turning the town to a pile of ash.” He calmly says back to them, twitching for a moment “And mourning.”
“I couldn’t protect you when you needed me… Without my gun I have nothing… Can we both be sorry?” He asks.
*I gtg soon*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Alaric.*
His grip is nearly crushing, though his eyes remain kind.
“I don’t exactly have a job, and ya seem like the kind o’ good person who might need some help. If you’ll take it.”
"Mourning him I assume." He says, his tone gentle and sympathetic.
"You are everything! I am a failure, I bring ruin everywhere I go. I hurt you, I killed our child because of my mistakes!" She paces, tears painting her cheeks.
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
"C'mon. Get diggin'." He grabs a spare shovel and tosses it over. "I'm worried about Rag and Ichigo. They aren't as... put-together as you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Wendi.*
“Yes, mourning him, and when I get sad, I get mad.” He takes a long deep breath, his hands tightly balled into fists.
“I couldn’t live without ya, when ya got ripped in half I thought I lost everythin’ I had ta keep livin’. I don’t care if yer blamin’ yerself, I love you.” He says, looking down to his quivering bloody hands.
Rio quickly rips the tree from the ground and tosses it aside. "Stop..."
"I look out for my followers."
"I do. I've learned my schools of magic in planar-native situations."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Do you want to take it out on me?" He asks, tilting his heads "I can't get hurt, I heal extremely fast, and it won't affect me."
She sobs a bit, hugging him tightly.
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