Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Donn waves to her, wandering over.
Stroth, depressed still, walks in and nods to her.
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
*ANNOUNCEMENT: MY CHARACTER IS GOING TO BE AN IMP FROM WAFFLE HOUSE*
*He wanted to be a fighter or a monk, but he didn't have the stats so now he's a wizard. Bro works out at the library.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He smiles to them from his vantage point, leaning down to aim his rifle at the area beneath him “Not as good as ya usually look, but it’ll do the trick.”
He walks over to her once his hands are clean, lighting himself a cigarette “Howdy my love.” He says.
He waves back to him, taking off his very small and entirely unnecessary glasses, putting down his pencil and paper “Hello Samaritan.”
Riotan stands over her, looking deeply concerned.
Thirteen is nearby, writing.
Mauric walks by him with his bag and glaive. "Something wrong, Boss?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Dude, if he’s from Waffle House he has to be a universal level threat, as are all Waffle House employees.*
*there’s a place tucked away, full of color and play, where several houses are stood, say hi to the neighborhood!*
*Who doesn't love their abode, watching out the window? Spot every second of fun, tag you're it you'd better RUN*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut*
"I see... well, Felix is planning on setting up a teleportation circle here so we can easily go back and forth- you won't be far from home no matter how far the ship is." It explains. "Though, if you can't go for whatever reason... I'll make sure to bring a star back for you."
She nervously chuckles for a second, leading the way to one room containing a somewhat sickening sight. At the center of the chamber is a twenty-foot-tall prism of flesh and metal and cloth, inside of a little fenced-in area with a few signs around it showing some blueprints and notes relating to the horrific mass. Tinny radio music comes from speakers somewhere inside the prism, which also has a sealed doorway on its surface.
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)
*He got in because of nepotism. The job interview had a single question, and he answered 'No.'*
*He's learned a lot since then, but he still can't throw a decent punch.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*friendly faces… sunny days… but something off waits just across… or is it underneath the stage?*
He thinks for a moment “I think I’ll be able to do that, but I’ll have to ask my dad, if that’s okay with you.” He says, smiling “Though… some people have said that my dad doesn’t love me… and has been lying to me, but that can’t be true… right?”
He looks to the prism with a small smile, “Ah, absolutely amazing, a true work of art.” He looks to the signs and the notes, walking around to view it from every angle he can, his smile growing as his eyes begin to leak his true insanity.
Omori waves back, walking over to him as well. "Hello again!"
KK stops what she's doing and walks a bit over towards her. "Hey there." She says, trying to sound comforting.
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)
*Ah, explains why he doesn’t work there anymore. You stand no chance at any Waffle House, employee or otherwise if you can’t throw a punch.*
*Welcome Home, tell me where ya' been? Cause you're the most, so let's begin*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*with a tiny town, so lost in wonder! Get too close, it’ll pull you under!*
*Actually, he mostly just incinerated people. No fists, just chaos. Being an imp means he can be punted by just about anyone with the desire to. So he turned to the arcane arts to protect himself.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I am trying. Nothing special, just one I have stored in the bank." He said, his eyes turning normal after a moment.
She smiles "How're you?" She tilts her head.
"I was wondering if you would be willing to go for a jog with me?'
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 love the idea of a tiny wizard, a little guy who will set you on fire the first chance that they get. It makes them so very interesting, hope they stick in your interest.*
“If ya could get him out inta my sights, ya know that I’ll put a bullet where his brain used ta be. An’ then we can celebrate some way at another job well done.”
He smiles back at her “Better… still not good, but with ya, every day is better.” He sighs, smoke coming from his mouth, his eyes glowing softly.
He stands up, putting away his things into the hollow of a tree “If you want, I’ll try not to outpace you.” He begins stretching, not trying to pull a muscle.
*I feel like making some homebrew…*