Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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He turns to them, raising an eyebrow curiously at them “Are ya okay pardner?”
Shen’s eye opens, piercing blue looking back to them “Hey, it’s rude to stare you know?”
"Yes... but I wanted to ask you something. Make an offer."
"I apologize." They bow respectfully and take a few steps back.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Basil smiles as he looks at them
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He gets even more curious, passing them a cigarette “Then make yer offer.”
He kicks up to his feet “Don’t worry about it, we’re all good, I’m Shen, who’re you?”
He starts to lick his chops nervously out of habit, but stops himself just as his tongue leaves his lips. He looks up from the stew. "I'm afraid I haven't anything to offer in return for this meal." He smiles, doing his best to push past his obvious paranoia. "I was fired very recently. As an imp, I can't be demoted, so they removed me from the equation, see. I've even lost my status as a fiend due to my missus' executive meddlin'. Legally, I have no rights to anythin'. Just, eh, not too keen on the idea of bein' crushed, frozen, cooked, or otherwise murdered by any devil that happens across me. Big issue for me, yuh see."
With Rag's passive insight, he can tell that the imp is nervous about something going on down in Hell, but is not speaking about it because he doesn't want it leveraged against him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oh yeah and if anyone wants to RP with Circut*
The strange protogen is wandering around in the forests, muttering to themself. Their face is currently a purplish blue, with swirling eyes
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"I heard about what happened to Stroth. And I have the ability to restore your child. But when they are born, they will be a demon, and there might be... some other side effects to both of you."
"I am called Eito by those who speak to me."
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 use it against you, I can tell there is something happening down there that makes you nervous. I won’t do anything to prevent you from going back, I will help you if you need the help. Don’t feel the need to pay me back anything.”
“Bring back the kid.” He says, without a moment’s hesitance, blowing smoke “I don’t care what happens ta me long as the kid gets ta live.” He says, taking a deep breath “Will the side effects hurt Stroth? Can I put all of ‘em onta myself?”
He tilts his head “Is that not your name? Or do you just take the name people call you?”
"They won't kill her, but I don't know exactly what would happen. Fiendish deals of such a nature are rarely streamlined or logical."
"It is the name that this manifestation of myself possesses. I have no right to know my truthful epithet."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He takes a deep breath, thinking for a moment before looking to them “If she’s down fer it then I’ll do the same. I couldn’t thank ya more Riotan.” He stands up and hugs him.
“So it’s basically your form’s name as long as you know? Basically a functional nickname, I like the idea. Nice to meet you.”
He shivers slightly, a tear running down his face. "I was gonna be a dad. Now the little'un won't even know my name." He stuffs a spoonful of stew down his throat, closes his eye and scrunches up his face. "Gave a (gp)in' mortal a damned soul coin and now I'm a 'good guy' or some (gp). It was my coin and I wanted t' do somethin' that would make an impact. Somethin' that someone, somewhere would remember."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*yo anyone wanna RP?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He takes a deep breath “I’m getting you back to your child, if not for you, just for my own peace of mind. I was a father once… I won’t let that happen to you. What layer do you need to get to?” He asks, standing to his full colossal height, rolling his shoulders “I will do everything within my power to get you back to your kid, and I am very powerful.”
The north side of the trees
Well, legend has it when the rain comes down
All the worms come up to breathe
All the plants, they eat them with their leaves
Well, legend has it that the world spins 'round
On an axis of 23 degrees*
For tarra
In a few days’ time, Taika returns. He has all five golems with him. The first, like a praying mantis with claw-like arms and watchful eyes. The second, tall and broad, resembling a bear, with strength and resilience baked into its being. The third, unlike the others in its nature; closer to a fabric doll, soft and foxlike with eyes full of kindness. The fourth, many limbed and agile, quiet; watching with many eyes, careful and precise. And the fifth. The spitting image of a perfect porcelain doll; Long blond hair and a blue dress, eyes full of childlike wonder.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Basil smiles as he looks at them
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*poem of random bull[beep noise]*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*indeed!*
He looks utterly terrified. "Maladomini... Me an' the missus were... in the ruins near Grenpoli, the city of diplomacy. Our child was still just a larva, but I was feedin' him well enough that he could become a full baatezu someday... they'll have a life we never could... but fiends eat soul larva. I'm so scared for em'."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels