Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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*Im back, and for one last hour.*
Vanilla is bored, making a snowman, only to smash it apart with a sledgehammer.
Mother Misery is writing something in a journal, it’s pages stained with black tears.
The Child is at the faceless fair.
He fires right for the head of the disgusting man, loading the rifle quickly in case he needs to shoot again.
He kisses her back for a little moment “I want ta say it anyway, just so ya know much I mean it.”
Rag explodes after them, each step leaving footprints in the dirt as he steadily catches up to Samaritan.
The man, somehow, is still standing. He turns his head to where Grimes had fired and narrows his eyes. TH grabs his blade, his features shifting back. He attempts to stab the man in the throat but his arm is grabbed. TH drops him and the guy into his void, struggling against him.
"You mean a lot to me as well. Sparrow, words don't even begin to explain how much my heart swells and grows for you. I could never love anyone but you.."
Samaritan chuckles, somehow keeping distance between them both.
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
Tim looks at them for a moment before smiling “T-thank you, I don’t want to forget you, or any of my friends.” He hugs them one last time before looking around “How many stars are you going to get?” He asks with the curiosity of any child.
“I would certainly assist if you attempted to create it in its true and perfect glory, only so that I may slay it, but that is more for my enjoyment than yours, so I likely may not.” He says, thinking about it before twitching, his voice changing slightly “Now I’m in control, fabulous.” He says to himself.
*Cut for Wendi.*
Before they disappear he fires a second headshot, then dropping his rifle and chasing after to do what he can, taking out the knife he has on his leg, concealed as he runs with all the want he has in his heart.
He kisses her again “Why waste time with words then, I love ya, that’ll never get the chance ta change, all o’ my heart loves ya, my soul, everythin.”
He smirks at the speed, flexing his legs as he keeps his sprint, not a race just yet, still having just a little bit of fun.
*Cut*
"As many as it takes." It responds with an unnerving tone of nonchalance. "None from any inhabited systems, though, provided that's possible."
"I appreciate the offer, but I don't think either of us will be able to get to assembling this thing anytime soon. Especially since as is, we'd need some... less desirable methods of creating it. If that ever changes, though, I'll let you know."
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*
Rio sighs and casts a few scales down at his feet. Their runes glow a soft turquoise and turn into floating disks. He then attempts to slide her on top of one and take her back to somewhere safer.
"Was this a preempted event?"
"Oh no! How come?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Darius decides to walk over, or more accurately, limp over to them. Sitting down next to them, smiling softly “How are you?”
She shuts the notebook. “Alright… the weeping pox is spreading, I fear. Two new cases today, and they are both serious.”
“How many it takes for what? You’re going after uninhabitable places? Weren’t you going to take this one.” He points to where the sun would be at that moment with flawless accuracy.
“Oh please do, I would be happy to know something like that. Though I don’t have anything I really have anything that I could do most of the time, I could deeply use a hobby of some kind.”
“That is terrible, I’ll do what I can to prevent the pox from spreading, but you know I can’t do much to stop it.” He says, holding his arm for some reason.
She actually quite easy to move, maybe because she just so light or just drugged. She laughs silently, tears forming in her eyes.
They turn and nod. "Khemet is leaving him alone finally" The Writer said "Promised me I could have my own body." Scott nods along.
"I feel like I am stunting him as an individual. That he believes he can't tell me things for some reason." He 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
She sighs. “What happened to your arm?”
He ends up falling into the open hole that leads to the void. Inside, the two are beating the curd out of each other. TH's mask lies broken on the ground.
She hugs him tightly, smiling more.
Samaritan chuckles "C'mon, got to work those legs." He says, grinning behind his mask.
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
"Plans have changed, though my goal hasn't." It pauses a moment. "We're going to surpass the gods."
"Hmm... perhaps we could work together in another way? You seem to enjoy hunting down monstrous beings, and my dear mannequins run on blood... maybe we could be business partners of sorts."
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)
“Nothing, I’m fine.” He says, lying, but not moving his hand either.
Eventually Rio sets her down once he reaches the inn, sighing.
"Khemet?"
"Oh. Well, your relationship's new, right? Maybe he's just worried about burdening you with his stuff when you're still getting to know each other fully."
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 won’t heal it if you don’t want me to, but at least show me what happened.”
He takes his knife and tosses it to TH, “Catch.” He says, knowing that they can do so much more with the knife than they could. They try to wrestle the guy off of them, attempting a suplex. Athletics:23
He hugs her back, rubbing her back comfortingly, smiling a little bit too, closing his eyes.
He begins pushing himself, making a little bit of ground every few steps, smiling wide, not getting to be pushed this often “Better not get cocky.”