Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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She nods and puts the chain away. She gives him another hug "I'm sorry..."
"Not really an apartment per say.. I just call it that." He said, shrugging.
She nods "Got to have my fix somehow." She laughs lightly.
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
“If no one does then I will be the first. I travel fast and don’t have much holding me to one place or another other than my friends, who don’t usually worry about the giant dragon man too much.” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck “If you can tell, I’m reaching my late 40s, but you too just as young as you must have been at 16.”
*We can wait to continue tomorrow, he takes half damage on the first, he still has to roll for the second.*
"What piece would you like, dearie?" She places the loaf on the table, shoving some board games out of the way. She pulls a serrated knife out of the wall. "The head seems like a good place to start, but then most of the ears are stuck to the body." She puts her wrists against her hips, waggling the knife as she thinks. "The tail end is the plumpest part, but it might look a bit odd and set the whole bun off-balance."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*my grandpa's dyslexic, my dad's ocd, and i have add.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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*bye... GTG... to half asleep to think fully*
Sig but long ^w^
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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.
*It is my duty to teach him.*
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 the hug, slowly hugging them back, taking a deep breath before pulling back “You shouldn’t be, life doesn’t get any worse when you’re at rock bottom.”
“Well, it’s probably better than sleeping outside, so I’ll take it, thank ya Samaritan.”
He passes them one, lighting it for them, sighing and blowing smoke “I might want ta start packin’ up my campin’ supplies, get a room here fer a few days. Would ya want ta try sleepin’ like that fer a bit?”
*Anybody else want to rp? I’ve got time actually, about a little less than four hours.*
Felix hums as he helps apply the sauce with gloved paws, so as not to get fur in it.
The still-eyeless hag scoops up a shell filled with the potion and brings it to Masuki. It smells like lavender milk tea, but it's thick and bubbly. "Time for tea. This will let me suck all the beauty and power out of you and put it in a doll. Of course, I have no idea how this will go exactly, but it should do... something awful to you, if you're up for that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She chuckles. "I'm physically 58, and I'm almost 56 chronologically. My birthday is pretty soon, so I'll be one year closer to my goal!" She reaches up and up, her fat arm stretching and growing thinner and thinner until it looks like it just might snap, just to squeeze his not-so-chubby cheek. "You're a sweet boy. Do you like tea? I'm great at making tea, but I always make too much."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Still, I feel as though I should be, for you and for me that we ended up this way..." She mumbles.
He nods and hands him what looks like a key. "You can use it to get there."
"Sure. I mostly sleep wherever." She chuckles.
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 lets them, trying not to burn them with the intense heat within himself, smiling softly at them “I’m 48, happy to hear that your birthday is soon, though I may not be old, I wouldn’t say I’m just a boy either. I would be happy to have some tea, as much as you are going to make.”
*this is for everybody*
Thirteen is starting on a new book.
Mauric is clocking out of Samaritan's restaurant.
Loriche is out hunting cautiously.
Riotan is making various poisons with a Breaking Bad-esque chemistry kit.
Eito is contemplating life's greatest mysteries.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"So, I have a question if you don't mind me asking one." Angél asks, turning his head towards him.
Masuki blinks, looking a little befuddled "I-I don't know ma'am.. you would have to ask Tengen.. he usually knows what to do." She said.
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 holds up a hand to them, cursing to himself as he looks down to see that the armor has enveloped his hand “That’s how sin is, all we can do is repent, I forgive you always.” He smiles softly.
He takes the key, putting it under the chest portion of his Gi, so tight against his muscular chest it just disappears “Thank you, I should probably get pockets.”
“Just tryin’ ta get used ta sleepin’ inside a room again, ya know? An’ I’d say it’s more private then just a campsite, fer stuff like… cleanin’ clothes ‘er somethin’.”
She nods but she does not smile, more of a mournful look on her face "but how do we forgive ourselves? For the lives we've ruined.."
Samaritan nods "you need pockets, no more conversation needed." He joked.
"Yep. Plus they have working bathrooms and stuff."
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
Loriche, as she is hunting, see's a figure dressed in silver armor. They seem to to be just wandering around.
Samaritan is overseeing him so he doesn't end up doing something awful.
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
Her arm retracts and the bones click back together. She smiles as she summons a big, ornate cauldron, and raps on it with her wooden spoon. It fills with tea that Rag can immediately tell is enchanted, smelling of hibiscus, jasmine, white tea, and a hint of lemon zest. She takes a sip with her spoon. "I think it's good. Nice and sweet. But not my strongest enchantment. It could use a little pestilence. You okay if I add a bit?" She pulls out a cloth doll that seems to be ridden with some horrible and very real disease. Weeping Pox.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Wendi.*
“We don’t, we can’t do anything for them but live for them, that’s all we could possibly do.” He says, looking equally remorseful.
He laughs, smiling wide and rubbing the back of his neck “Thank you for this though, really, it is very cold out here.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about those, those’ll be nice.” He smiles, blowing smoke “Ya want somethin’ ta drink?”