Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*SIX is a musical about The six wives of King Henry the Eighth.*
(interesting lol)
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
The bullets rain into his body, and he drops dead as blood leaks from his body. Tresa has one death save, he was barely fast enough to give her the chance to live. The sounds of fighting and gunfire led to the doctors coming over, and they are luckily able to stabilize her.
"I... You would tell me if somethin' was wrong, right?"
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.)
*That one song from the lego movie, From the Start (Specifically the Good Kid version), Shiny from Mauna, stuff like that.*
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.)
*its veeery interesting, considering what happened to each of his wives.*
*divorced… beheaded… died… divorced… beheaded… survived… but just for you, tonight, we’re divorced, beheaded, Live!*
X is panting with extertion, still shooting the body, despite him being dead.
He nods again
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Goooooooood morning, everyone!*
The once-imposing, once-powerful Seer, only an Elder Evil by the barest of definitions to begin with, lies broken and defeated at the bottom of the tunnels under the clearing where that fateful betrayal's conclusion took place. Knowing it has no real way to fight back, it sits there, the shadowy shell around itself beginning to decay into an inky void as it continues to lose the last of its power. "Twice..." It mutters, its voice faint and hoarse. "Beaten by someone else, fighting on your behalf... twice..." It looks up at the one it has been pursuing. "I don't get it..."
Omori walks over to the carcass, fully prepared to end this once and for all, the constellations of her Starry Form casting a faint glow that causes the Seer to attempt to move away, though its body is already beginning to crumble. "Well, we did use a lot of light magic. I'm a little surprised you didn't try to-"
"No, not that... I don't understand... why..." It cuts her off, staring daggers at the little druid-in-training with hollow eye sockets that still burn with hatred. "This was all your idea... you said you wanted power... I gave you power... And yet, you side with them... what is it they can do for you that I can't? You wanted to help people? Protect people? With me... you could have been a god... I would have given you everything you could possibly desire... my throne, my power... I would have given you my entire domain... why did you..."
"You really still don't get it, do you?" Omori asks as she continues to approach, already knowing the answer. "The only thing I wanted... was to have an actual parent- one that loved me and not just what I could do for them. I have that now..." Starlight accumulates in her outstretched hand. "And I know I would never want my mother to be a heartless monster like you."
Today, Omori learned how to cast Guiding Bolt.
Omori is back at the cave in the woods, a solemn yet content look on her face, exhausted from meeting her maker and killing them.
KK is looking through books on various different regions, with bookmarks on all the pages about coastlines and islands and the like.
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)
Oliver is staring into space, clearly truamatized
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
One main doctor walks over to them, looking down at the corpse "You were barely able to save her, but you did."
She nods and shows them the painting, "What do you think?"
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 cant seem to hear them, pulling the trigger still even though the mag is empty.
"looks good..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen is out searching for him, concerned.
”Hey, what’re you doing?” She inquires, waving at him.
She lands atop the mouth of the cave, clinging to the rock and staring down at him. “You good?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Merabelle is still healing from the fight, rotting flesh being purified back to perfect health, incredibly tired, having used most of her spell slots.
Henry comes back from going shopping for some things. He's looking the happiest he ever has, wearing an open floral shirt, showing his rippling musculature, shorts, sunglasses, and sandals.
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.)
Theren is whispering quietly to the deer he's curing.
"Making lanterns, magical ones."
The elven child doesn't respond
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The doctor puts a hand on their shoulder "It's okay, they're dead, and they probably won't get back up."
She nods, putting it down, holding out her arms "Can I hug you?"
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 yanks the doctors hand off of him. "Dont touch me." he snaps.
He nods, hugging her tight
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She goes over to him, sitting beside him. "Hey, Olly..." She starts. "Is everything alright?"
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)
He holds his plushie close. "momma skin is rotting...."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods knowingly, adjusting his gloves "Tresa is beginning to wake up, she wouldn't want to see you like this."
She hugs them back tightly, making sure not to crush 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.)
Riotan walks up to him, looking worse for the wear, stopping at the threshold. “Met your son.”
Eito is making their way back through the forest, stopping to inspect the decay of the world.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He sighs, running his hand through his hair, trying to calm down. "Yeah yeah, got it choom."
Oliver rests his head on her shoulder
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.