Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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After a while the food is resting to begin boiling while she sits with them "Do ya want ta have a painting lesson while we wait fer the food?" She asks, passing them a painting.
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.)
*Man I love pbs, I hope you feel better man, take care of yourself and all that.*
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.)
*I'm gonna tone down the Southern accent. It's a bit much, even for me. A little pheoneticism is fine, but this is kind of intense.*
"Yeah. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to get a child in the first place. Fiends can't reproduce sexually with each other, so I was raising a Fiendish Maggot into a full-blow Baatezu. One of the big guys, you know? Creating fiends is a privilege for planar rulers, see, but with a bit of magic I'm pretty sure I'll be able to grow it up into something with thoughts and emotions and all that."
The trailer is just slightly off in every way, from the geometry to its contents. It's like if something was trying to mimic a human's home, but had an incomplete understanding. In other words, Azabell's element. Franz begins to fill the groove in the celery with peanut butter and press raisins into it.
"I'm afraid it might reject me. I'm technically a Celestial now, and even fiendish metal would probably jump out of my hands."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sure!" She cheerfully responds, setting down the rib bone on her lap and picking up the canvas passed to her.
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)
*Might add KK to the rp if that's okay*
She passes them a paint brush and paint "Okay, so do ya know anythin' 'bout painting already?" She asks curiously.
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.)
"Interesting. Never thought they you all could even reproduce. Thought it was more of a hive sorta wasp situation." he muses, shrugging "But overall, that is impressive."
"Can I help?" He asked, looming over yet acting more like a child asking to be a chef.
Angel nods "Here, I can handle it." They dip their hands into the portal, the magical energy seeming to shift. They hiss a bit in pain but pull out a lump of dull metal, hot as all of hell. They begin to mold it using their hands, forming into a pot sort of pan with a handle.
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
He shudders. "Yeah... yeah... I have... Fortunately, not on my layer."
He smiles and nods. "Nice to meet you, too. Did your father send you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yeah, that's totally okay!*
The little shadow thinks for a moment. "I... I know the little bit I've seen from when KK paints, like how the shape of the brush's end suits it for different styles of painting." She says, taking the paintbrush. "But I still don't know much."
KK is continuing her work at the warehouse, creating more horrific designs for future projects. The nightmare Felix gave her sits on her desk, still furiously trying to escape its container and making unintelligible whispering sounds.
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)
"Those two are my blood, often want ta spill my blood too, luckily enough they seem sated fer now." He pats their shoulder.
He shakes his head "My father wanted me to take Tim by force, but I simply want to talk. I don't carry his philosophy."
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.)
"All souls are filtered into the outer planes upon death and sorted by alignment, and then usually reincarnated as a native. Even a good person can become a fiend, though, usually because they accepted a deal to become one instead of potentially becoming a sinner to be tortured. Each type of fiend has a unique method of 'reproduction,' but it always involves fiendish maggots. In the Abyss, they swell up with the filth and horror around them and evolve into. In Gehenna, they hide in the stone, Feasting upon each other until they become Yugoloths. In Hell, they are either dunked in the Styx to create Lemures or they are promoted into imps like me, the second lowest caste of fiend."
"Yes." He hands Azabell the peanut butter spoon and lets him make the Ants on a Log.
Felix's eyes widen. "Wow. I didn't know you could do that. Do you spend a lot of time in Hell or something?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She takes their hands in her own, sitting behind them, wrapping them in her arms "Okay, that's real good ta know, lets start with somethin' simple. I want ya to lead my hands, an' don't tell me what yer makin', just start tryin' ta make it."
The familiar mist sets in as they hear the door to the warehouse open, though they haven't heard any footsteps. Henry walks in, holding a small pouch which he puts on their desk "I'll the blood you will need for at least a week, all right here madam KK." He bows deeply.
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.)
"Wait, they came here before?" A look of panic enters his eye. "Oh, (GP), they are legally obligated to kill me on sight. Comes with being fired, you know?"
He closes his eyes and sighs with relief. "That's good to hear. Your father can be nasty, though. I don't want you to get hurt."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I think Patrizio might become a demon lord instead of an archdevil. Fiends have been converted between the two before, after all.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hm. River Styx, that is the one that makes you forget everything right?" he asks "Isn't she also a goddess of sorts?"
He makes a happy, although gurgled noise and begins to help out, making a few. Their not perfect but they look okay for the most part.
They stiffen for a moment "Oh, um.. I learned through my time of planar travel on how to do this. Its quite easy once you have the right forging materials." They say. (Deception: 26 )
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
"Don't worry 'bout that, they don't care none 'bout what they're legally obligated ta do, they'd happily become outlaws themselves." He smiles at them, taking out two infernal cigarettes, offering them one "I'd keep ya safe if ya need it."
"I am perfectly fine." He tells Tim to cover his ears and close his eyes, which he does "My body is not as advanced as Tim's by far, so I do not receive as much of his concern."
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.)
"No clue. I avoided the place as much as possible. Too many military bases for me."
"You're doing a good job. They don't have to be perfect. You're going to eat them anyway, right?" He pats them on the shoulder.
Felix puts his heavy paws on Angel's shoulders, giving them a gentle massage. "Hey. Don't worry about it. I'm fine if you spent time down there. Most planeswalkers go there at some point." (Success, but Felix saw him stiffen so he knows at least something is up.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Alright. Let's see..." She takes the brush, dipping a little bit of the brush's end in some black paint to start, and begins making lines on the canvas. Her hands are a little shaky, trying to keep the brush in one spot.
KK looks curiously at the small pouch for a moment, opening it and examining its contents. "Thank you very much, Henry." She says, producing one vial of deep crimson blood from the pouch and holding it up to the light.
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 takes it. "Thanks, pardner. Means a lot. You know, it's funny, as a devil I'm naturally inclined toward power grabs, but hate and fear don't actually appeal to me. I don't think it's moral fiber or anythin' of that sort, just a lack of interest. You folks are so nice here."
Franz drops his smile. "(GP)in' A, I hate that guy. He messes with any of you kids and I'm gonna lobotomize his soul."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Ah, makes sense. A war or something happen?" He asks.
He nods "I wish to devour them all." he smiles.
Angel turns around, a look in his black eyes "Do you mind.. if I were to talk to you about something? I do not wish for it to ruin our friendship but I feel as though I should tell you as you are my friend."
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 uses her own hands, keeping them steady as they paint, smiling softly as she lets them continue to lead, only providing support "You are doin' great sweetheart, don't feel nervous, yer doin' great."
The blood is certainly different from what is normal. It seems to have some kind of cursed effect to it, infused into it to the very core of it's being "Ah, no need to thank me for letting me do two things I love. Do you mind if I rest here for a moment?"
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.)