Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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lillian is outside at a garden table, writing something
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“Damn it…” she whispers. “You need to sit down. Right now, I’m going to find out how to help you.”
Thane almost jumps, startled before seeing who it is, smiling wide, “Howdy Granny. They ain’t mine, I’m just the godfather fer this angel.” He kisses their forehead before handing them carefully to his Granny.
"I call them Hexbags! They collect terrible plagues, bad humors, curses, just about anything bad, and they store it until you put them in boiling water. Each one can only hold one type of thing, though, so once it picks up some bad vibes, you need to empty it before it can hold anything else. I call them Hexbags because I use them like tea bags. Also, Pox Doll was already taken..." She mumbles the last part as she rubs the soft fabric over the sick person, sponging away the pox.
"Hi! I like your hair." She raises a leg and closes the window with her old leather shoe. A once sensible article, but now crudely painted with little flowers. "Is it whipped cream or meringue? I like meringue better because I can put it on pies and it doesn't melt. It also makes me fool like a better cook." She giggles and pats him on the head.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Reluctantly, she uses the hexbag to help cure the pox. “Thank you… do you make them?”
”i-uh… it’s… whipped cream…” he says, a bit uncomfortable. His hair hold’s its shape after she pats him on the head, any missing parts of it reappearing. “S-so… you like… to bake?” He says, taking a few steps back and sitting down.
He tilts his head farther “What’s wrong? Do you feel like I’m doing something wrong?” He sits down on the wall, a bit of blood trickling from his ear.
She twists her upper body to be right-side up, then her legs walk down the side of the tree until they are right-side up as well. She gently takes them and rocks them in her arms. "What a sweet 'un. I could just eat them up." She holds out her finger to the child, playing with them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Upon seeing the blood, she gets a cloth and wipes it away. “No… you’re hurt. Very hurt, so I’m going to try and help you. Okay?”
*me eyes a hurting*
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
"Of course, sister! I have a ton. I hang them around my house to dry sometimes. They're infinitely reusable, and they impart an interesting flavor to the tea depending on the malediction contained within. Take a look." She rips open the one she was using, spraying pus and bile everywhere. Inside is a careful network of fibers, bones, beads, and feathers. "I based them off of the same principles as dream catchers." She closes it, and it heals shut, shivering strangely as it does. "They're very useful. I like to hand the empty ones out to kiddies, then I sneak into their rooms to replace them when they get too full of bad vibes."
"Oh, we witches love baking." She sits down across from him. She's at least 6' 2", not hunched over at all despite her age. "Usually it's toxic, to pervert the role of the good wife or mother or whatever, but I don't like that. I think food should be food. What do you think?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Mm. Suffer.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hello*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Hey, Pally!*
*You got on just as I was getting off.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The child happily coos and plays with them, chirping softly holding the claw in their hands, their black scales shining brightly. Thane watches happily, standing beside his Granny “I love ‘em more than anythin’ else, I’m happy I got the chance ta take care of ‘em.”
*Bye Baal! Hope you have a good rest!*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She doesn’t seem at all bothered by the spray of pus and bile. “How nice… I’d love to try one of those teas, though I can’t eat or drink. Thank you for your help.”
he nervously chuckles. “Well, uh, I don’t see the reason in poisoning food either… gets rid of all the good stuff about it! I mean, it’s not supposed to harm, it’s supposed to heal…”
Raphael is knitting
Lysander is drinking
Yacatl is studying the BOOK
*Throden-Ihtros is fighting a monster*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Actually, I'm just waiting for my players to get ready so I can run Dragon Heist. I'm just hoping they don't attack the Mind Flayer.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*How far are they into it?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*W H Y M U S T I S. U. F. F. E. R.*
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