Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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Basic Rules (2014)
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"Yeah, Darius got it for me, he says that he's the king? Can you believe it?" She says, grabbing her stuffed animal lion, made from real lion fur.
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.)
He rests his hands in his lap as he sits next to her bed. "that's pretty crazy."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
As she slowly begins to snuggle up and fall asleep she asks "Can you tell me a story?"
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.)
His motions are unerring and precise, without a single shake or twitch to throw off his aim.
“Good.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He nods, one eye glowing red as he tells her a bedtime story and projects it onto a wall as he talks
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You arent half bad yourself."
"Yep." he says with a thumbs up
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She slowly falls into a slumber before the story has a chance to end, snoring softly. X, only moments later, can hear someone on the roof.
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.)
He shuts off his eye, looking up at the noise. He slowly grabs his gun from his jacket.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Someone drops in throw the window, wearing all black garb, and tosses a knife at X's throat. To hit:18 Damage:9 Sneak attack:15 (Auto crit if it hits)
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.)
X's metal arm snags the knife. "Nice try gonk." he then fires the gun straight at their skull.
Attack: 25 Damage: 28
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It hits, and hits them hard, blasting off a solid chunk of their face before they toss another dagger and attempt to hide somewhere in the house. To hit:16 Damage:8 Stealth:21
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’ve been told that before. Thanks.”
Once they’re done, she quickly takes shelter from the elements.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
It deflects off of his arm. His eye goes red, using thermal vision to locate him
Perception: 21
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles slightly
"You can stay here until the rain goes away."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They are barely able to track him, and I mean barely, but once they do, the hiding spot is useless.
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.)
He shoots them again. "Stupid gonk."
Attack: 23 Damage: 35
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*How art thou today, friend?*
Omori walks over to beside her, looking in the clearing's general direction with a solemn yet determined expression. She takes a breath, readying herself. "I'm... well, as ready as I can be." She says. There is a shrieking sound from the clearing as the ground rumbles, the Seer once again trying to tear itself from the earth.
She looks up from her work with a surprised look on her face, holding the immaculately-detailed replica in her hands. "Wait, hold on, what shadowy creature? It- It wasn't them, was it?" She asks, sounding concerned.
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)
(You missed Jobah's reply)
Blood splatters the wall, and the assassin is very much dead.
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.)
*Nuh uh. Already replied*
He hauls away the body
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Ah, I was too slow to see.*
Tresa stirs from the sound of gunshots.
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.)