Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*of my virtue i am justly proud*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey man, how’re you? Wanna rp?*
He chuckles “I’m sorry I’m this way, I was just fighting an enemy of mine, I’m pretty sure he’s dead now, tried to kill me, I tried to kill him, that sort of thing.”
*wooh, alright :>*
Mother Misery is in an alleyway, caring for someone with a severe case of the weeping pox. The sick individual had been there since early morning, slowly dying of the disease.
Vanilla is sitting by the fire, sitting hot cocoa. He’s drifting between being awake and asleep, bored out of his mind.
*Who do you want man? I don’t have the energy to do a million rps, not even a million characters, but I’ll try my best.*
*I shall duplicate the old lady*
Granny Greasegrip, still in human guise, climbs off the roof and down the wall like a fat, upside-down spider. She hunches over the person like a massive rat, holding a cloth doll covered in real boils and warts. "Another poor thing..."
He hears rapid, rhythmic footsteps, as though someone outside were tap dancing. It gets steadily louder until something big slams against the window. And again. And again.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Just Thane for now. He needs some more TLC.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“At least you won, I guess… and you’re sure you’re fine?”
Mother misery takes a step back, seeing Greasegrip. “I-… I’m sorry, who are you? Careful, he has the weeping pox-“ she starts.
he jolts awake, yawning, and gets up to look outside the window, suddenly interested.
*Of course, here you go.*
Thane is taking care of their child, who has grown much larger in the time he’s been off screen, but not by too much, cradled in the arms of Thane, who looks down at them affectionately, his golden scales and eyes shining bright.
*dominus tecum*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*shore*
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 can’t remember much other than my duties and my feelings towards people, especially you, but I’m quite sure I’m pretty fine.”
*How are you?*
*WHO you want?*
"Oh, don't worry about me, sister! I'm Granny Greasegrip, and... well, I have my methods." She gently rubs the doll against their forehead, absorbing some of the sickness. She "offers" (this does not seem to be a request) Mother Misery another doll, one without any disease. "Help me clean this up, would you please?"
A fat old woman (Greasegrip, of course) is jumping against the window in an attempt to shatter through it, to no avail due to the protective field. Eventually she stops, screws up her face, and grabs the bottom of the window, wrenching it open and causing the nails holding it shut to fly out for the first time since Stroth's plague. She squeezes in and falls to the floor like an animal, crawling like a centipede before jumping to her feet. "Oh, hello!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“no… that doesn’t sound fine. You are saying you can’t remember things?”
Hello buds
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)
Suddenly, an upside-down Greasegrip is hanging from a nearby tree. She squeals in joy. "OOOOHHHH!!! LEMMEE SEE DA BABY!!!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He tilts his head “Did I? Well, if I did, it’s true, my brain damage isn’t too bad though.”
She takes the doll, studying it curiously. “What… what is this?”
as she wrenches open the window, Vanilla jumps back in fright. “HOLY-WHAT IN THE-“ he stumbles back a bit. “I-… uhm, hello?”