Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*Yaaay! May I interact?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Indeed!*
"Ah..gotcha."
"I...I'm a nobody.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles back, just as warm, assisting with trashing all of the dismantled parts, humming to himself as he does so "I am happy you gave me the opportunity to... to do all of this. Thank you." He pulls up his mask to hide a small bit of blush.
They can 'see' that he's taking in as much information as he can get, seemingly noting it down within his mind, not having anything to write it down with. Once they are done with their questions, they hug them again smiling brightly at them.
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.)
She notices and doesn't let herself be moved an inch, putting them in front of her to use herself as a shield for them.
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 love a good motherly character, or a good fatherly character really. That's why most of my older characters end up parents one way or another.*
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.)
The mercenary leaps towards them sword raised as Oliver yells in a panic, casting Power Word kill. A black light slams into the chest of the mercenary, dropping him dead.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She braces for being hit, but after a moment, turns to see the mercenary dead. She looks down to them, smiling softly "Ya did that lil Oliver?" She picks up the body, beginning to walk towards the cave "Come with me."
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.)
"You're most welcome, Henry." She replies, still warmly smiling and still with a little bit of blue blush on her face. She ties the bag closed once the entire dismantled mannequin has been placed inside. "Thank you for... for giving me that opportunity as well."
It hugs Tim back with its roots, being careful about their thorns as to not accidentally injure him. "Glad I could be of assistance."
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)
The tranquil evening air is pierced by the distinctive sound of a horse whinnying as a vibrant figure approaches the tavern. A halfling woman rides gracefully atop her steed, her wild, red hair cascading down her back in waves, catching the last glimmers of sunlight. Her attire consists of a dark green bar-maiden dress that flows elegantly around her, complemented by a crisp white blouse peeking from beneath the fabric's neckline. The dress cinches at her waist, enhancing her rounded features, while the hem brushes just above her brown knee-high boots, which are worn yet sturdy, suggesting many adventures trodden across varied terrains.
Glinting upon her neck and wrists are several pieces of jewelry, all handcrafted from rough stones and leather cords, telling silent stories of craftsmanship and personal significance. Her fingers are adorned with two striking rings: one is expertly carved from wood, uniquely shaped like a little white stoat, its features lovingly detailed; the other, a beautiful woven silver band, contains a shimmering blue gem that captures the light, reminiscent of a stormy ocean.
Her fair skin is dotted with freckles, each one seeming to hold the essence of her playful spirit, and her eyes, deep and stormy, reflect an intensity and thoughtfulness, as if she carries the weight of a thousand stories yet to be told. Rested securely on her shoulder is a little brown mouse, whose tiny nose twitches as it sniffs the air curiously. This little creature, snug in its hand-knitted sweater, adds a whimsical touch to the already enchanting figure of the halfling, as they both seem to revel in the anticipation of what lies ahead. The axe she carries, formidable in size and nearly matching her stature, has clearly seen much use; its blade, worn but well-cared-for.
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 is shaking in shock, not able to move. He stares at the corpse.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I could watch and advise, if that helps. I guess that's the more standard thing a guardian angel does."
"Of course not. You're a wizard, after all? Demonstrate to me your prowess."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Lysander waves to them. "Who might you be?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Oliver is sitting on the porch of the tavern watching them nervously. He fidgets with his wooden staff, getting small splinters in his fingers.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"that'd be nice."
He grits his teeth and stands. He flips through his book, looking for a spell
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks up at him and beams brightly "Well ello dear! I am Minnie Honeycomb, lovely to meet ye." She curtsies and gestures to the mouse "This is Coconut."
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 looks over and waves "Ello dear! How're you?"
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
They shift into a Robin, and flutter onto Theren's shoulder. Feel better?
Lazarus whetts his blade, waiting for Oliver to do something.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*okay now i’m actually back*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(welcome back)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"I'm okay..." he mumbles, picking at the splinters in his fingers.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.