Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*I cant find the post...*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I've heard of Dyscharist a few times before, but I don't believe I've been around when and where he's been active. I'm sorry you're not feeling great, and I hope you feel better soon.*
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)
*-slowly pushes characters-*
Theren is sitting inside by the fire. he is bundled in a blanket, grumbling about the snow.
Phoenix is inside making a soup.
-and a new character I guess-
A young man, about 13 years old is walking through the snowy trees. He is bundled in winter gear and carries a staff and a huge backpack. His pale white skin almost blends in with the snow, his bright green eyes looking around. A small amount of his black hair sticks out from under a beanie. He is about 5'3" and is brushing some snow off of his shoulders as he walks. A green scarf is wrapped around his mouth.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She smiles broadly "Then come with me." She begins walking towards her cave happily, her hands on her hips as she whistles a tune through her uniquely shaped teeth.
Three of the attacks hit him, and hurt him pretty bad from what she can tell. He takes one of the smoke bombs from his belt and chucks it at them. Make me a DC 15 Con save or be stunned. He doesn't have anything he can use his bonus action for, so that's it.
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.)
*Don't worry, I'll get it for you.*
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.)
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.)
Theren watches him out of the corner of his eye as he writes in a small journal
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*He's a Ghibli-esque demon lord. He functions kind of like Dante's version of Cerberus, but if he was whimsical instead of horrifying. Thank you for the kind thoughts.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Riotan is also by the fire, staying warm to avoid torpor.
Eito is wandering the forest and notices his presence. Their head snaps to stare at him like an analog horror creature, and their eyes glow lilac-rimmed white through the falling snow, uninterrupted by blinking.
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 doesn't notice as he begins to drink his coffee, shrugging off the cloak to reveal he has a steel leg and arm, or rather, Automail.
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.)
Theren smiles a bit at him. "Hate the cold too?"
The kid doesn't notice them, coughing into his arm as he stumbles slightly. He uses his staff to keep walking
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Anyway, anyone else want to rp while I have the time?*
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.)
"Huh..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He turns at the sound, waving to them with his metal hand.
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.)
Theren waes back
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Helianth follows, its other flower heads absorbing the sun's rays as it does. Omori is sound asleep in her especially dark corner of the cave, blending into the shadows with virtually no indication that she's there at all. Helianth certainly doesn't notice her.
KK's Con save: 18.
The four mannequins move into melee range and continue to try to crush him into paste, each making two attacks. (Mannequin 1: 20 to hit, 12 damage and 18 to hit, 14 damage. Mannequin 2: 18 to hit, 15 damage and 14 to hit, 11 damage. Mannequin 3: 23 to hit, 11 damage and 19 to hit, 11 damage. Mannequin 4: 11 to hit, 14 damage and 26 to hit, 10 damage.)
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 tilts his head "Are you writing about me in that notebook?" He 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.)
“So. Much.” He hisses.
Eito slowly approaches, their stride coldly composed like a ballerina.
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 shakes his head. "No, just documenting for my kids."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Cheers to that." he grumbles
He stumbles again, coughing some more
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.