Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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She turns to them, looking confused "Wow... you have to live in a utopia then, right?" She asks them, drinking the medicine.
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 know. I just put so much effort into making it perfect."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"And you turned me into a sheep, we're lucky I turned back."
"Good to hear, hungry?"
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.)
"More of a dystopia," he says with a shrug. He then holds out his metal arm. "Wanna see something cool I can do with my chromed arm?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well, did ya keep some wool?"
Basil stretches "I am indeed." He takes out his own wallet
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
She looks sad at the Dystopia comment, but gets excited again when she hears that offer, nodding fervently "Yes please!"
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.)
*:P*
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A hatch opens on the top as an arm blade extends from it. "Cool right?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Clover is sat on a rooftop under an overhang, swinging their legs as they watch guards scramble in the streets below
Elio is taking a walk out in the forest, humminh to himself as the rain turns into steam on his skin
"Ah. When all of your effort is nothin' in the end." The tabaxi frowns "Not that fun."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
He shakes his head "Not any I didn't have before." He chuckles, "What're you doing today?"
He puts down the hand with the wallet "Don't worry 'bout that, you order, I'll pay."
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 is in the streets, nabbing peoples coins in the chaos.
Theren stumbles out of some trees, his clothes and torso torn up
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods, setting down his rifle
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Wow... you've got a sword in your arm!" She takes out her own sword, which she has concealed under her dress.
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.)
"Honestly, was gonna throw money in the middle of the inn and see what people do, but- wanna go shopping?" Wind smiles
"Thank you. But this does mean next breakfast has to be all on me" Basil chuckles a bit
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
the jester watches curiously, tilting his head. As X moves, he spots several cut off areas that the guards are keeping civilians out of. From the looks of it, several people have been hung in alleys
The fire genasi tilts his head, "Oh, hello there"
He smiles a bit at that. "Yeah...yeah I do.." he says, making the blade go back in his arm. He then taps his chest. "Also got a machine for a pair of lungs."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
X sees the bodies and frowns, walking up to them.
"Hello." he grunts.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I had an idea.
A family of "wendigoes" (closer to ghouls, really) who basically descended from Sweeny Todd and Mrs. Lovett and has been keeping up the family business for generations. There is one surviving member, and he wants to give up the business, but he's cripplingly alone and the only people he can speak to are the ghosts of his immediate family, all 7 siblings and his parents, who he talks to through the reflections from his knives. He has a name, but he rejected it a long time ago in an attempt to distance himself from the rest of the cannibals.
Nowadays, a lot of people call him Egregore.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I'm always down to go shopping with you, let me just finish up here." He buys everything before turning to them "Where do you wanna go?"
"Nope, I still haven't payed ya back fer the money ya gave me befer." He says with a smile "After this, we're even."
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.)