Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*wendicut*
“Yeah. Makes it hard though, doesn’t it?”
“I’m a spelljammer of some skill, and I’ve seen the best of Wildspace. And some of the worst, but that’s irrelevant.”
“Okay, so…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"That's kinda (GP)ed up. I really don't think the Big Guy would put her in charge of something so important. If He's supposed to be the big, perfect good, he wouldn't just toss down imperfect people with free use of divine power."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I suppose." He shrugs "but everyone has what they are good at."
"Unfortunately that is consequences of unlimited space in the astral plane." He laughs a bit.
"I need to make a body and pin The Brand's soul into it so me and Sparrow can torture the (GP)" she says.
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
“Hmm. You would trade power and immortality for… what?”
Rio sighs. “Well if that’s the case then I can go, but I want to stay and help you as best I can…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Yeah.” Rio takes his chopped veggies over and smiles. “You’re good at a lot of stuff.”
“Indeed.”
“Oh well I could help with that. I reduce maneses into spirit form and transfer them to full bodies made of conjoined animal and human parts. I’d just need to get his soul.”
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 am good at three things. Being angry, handling weaponary, and cooking. That's it." He laughs "You are much better at all things than I."
"How far have you traveled if I may ask?" He tilts his head.
"His soul is in Hell, rebuilding a body because he's a Devil Lord." She explains.
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
“…so am I.” Eito smiles a bit wider.
“Well then, I’ll let you do that.” Riotan nods, trying to reassure Mac however he can.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Not a chance. The only thing I’m really good at is taxidermy, and everything I make is purposefully bad so the demons are both scarier and driven by agony.”
“I have ventured to the very edge of the Outer Planes in my life. Once, I brushed the Negative Plane with my fingertips.”
“Oh well that’s even better. Now I have leeway to get other demons involved in ruining everything he can conceive of.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Felix is bigger. Taller, heavier, with a golden tint to his fur. He's a bit confused, but not offended by these changes, and is instead seeing how much his new body can drink without getting drunk. As it turns out, quite a bit. He's not even tipsy as he downs his sixth flagon.
Franz is at his construction site, knitting a sweater for Azabell.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"...you're alright. I don't mind your presence."
Rio moves to the booth on the other side of the room but makes sure to keep a close eye on Mac.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hm.. I don't know about that. You are good at being smart, cunning, witty, and such. You have an excellent drive to help others. You care about those you surround yourself with." He pokes him in the ribs.
"Oh dear, that's very far. I am surprised. I never dared to go where they overlap." He sighs.
She smiles at him despite her tears, she then hugs him "Thank 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
Ichigo, back in his armor, watches him for a moment before turning away and heading into the library.
Azabell is trying to see how many sticks he can collect to build a little stick art piece.
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
"No, no, I mean, God demands perfection. Ever notice how angels are basically machines? That's because they are 'perfect' beings. They don't feel loneliness or lust or love or comfort. That's the only kind of being that God would entrust unlimited power to. I seriously doubt your father is Him, no matter what he says."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Rio recoils slightly, grinning. "Thanks..."
"It took six clerics of the entire Krynn good-aligned pantheon to restore the fingers that touched it."
He hugs her back, smiling shakily.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.