Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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KK also spots the imp, shocked, and rushes into the warehouse for a moment. When she reemerges, she holds a simple emergency medical kit- possibly one from before the warehouse was abandoned and reclaimed- and moves over to them.
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 limps to a nearby seat and nods. His remaining eye regards everyone with nervous suspicion.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He tried to speed up as soon as he saw KK head inside, and as consequence ripped off one of his claws and rubbed dirt into his wounds. Right now he's groaning in pain and trying to numb himself with the snow.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I made an imp.*
*He might die.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Eventually.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm sorry y'all, I'm back now, my Spanish teacher sucks so much man, sorry.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Hey, Jester. How ya' doin'?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Doin’ good, forgot the stress of school for a bit but it’s back. You?*
*I introed the imp. He hasn't had a chance to be villainous yet, but he's going to be working on it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That sounds good, do you want me to interact with them?*
*Yes pleams*
*I don't know how much time I have, but*
The one-eyed imp in the destroyed line cook uniform is in the tavern, mostly healed but nearly overwhelmed by the mutual suspicion between himself and most of the tavern-goers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Rag is sitting next to the tavern. He was working on providing food to those without any, but that has finished up, so he is silently watching the Imp, his face indifferent as he stares at them, slightly biased, but not letting it make their choice for them.
(anyone want to rp?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
The imp has been trying to clean up his appearance for the last hour, brushing his white hair in front of his empty socket, scraping off dried and frozen blood, and attempting to arrange his ruined clothes in a way that offers a modicum of presentability. He has been avoiding Rag's gaze for most of that time, but has decided to finally approach, displaying confidence that should not be possible given his situation and the difference between their... well, everything.
"Hello there, sir." He speaks with a Southern swagger and drawl as opposed to the usual curt and sharp Infernal accent. "Might I trouble you for some directions?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow “Sure thing, where do you want to go?” He asks, pouring them a bowl of the stew, handing it to them carefully “You look hungry. Here, eat.” He says it as an order, giving them a drink as well from a barrel he had beside him.
There is a lapse in confidence as he receives the food and drink, and a hint of terror shows in his yellow eye, quickly covered up when he clears his throat. "Just wonderin' how close we are to the Nine Hells, is all." He takes a bite of the stew, scrutinizing it with all the time he can muster without it being obvious that he doesn't trust it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Rio walks over to him, looking strangely serious.
Eito is making their way out of the woods, and stares at Shen for a moment, curious.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“What was that fear in your eye?” He says, “I can show you, or even take you there, along with some friends of mine, but something tells me it’s best for you to stay here for a little while.”