Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*Dont be sorry, wanna rp?*
*sure!*
“Just wanted to check on you, but you were asleep and I was bored so I buried myself.”
“Huh?” Malafasa twitches and looks down. “Oh, hi. I’m Malafasa.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(hi arch)
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
*Who would you like?*
*Cut for Jobah.*
“I’m doin’ fine enough, tryin’ ta teach my son right from wrong, lovin’ my wife that’s now my husband, ya know how it is.”
She once again bows deeply out of respect and admiration “And I am Sersha, hello Malafasa.” She climbs a nearby tree to be on their level.
*actually, I’m working on homework and I’m not sure I can focus on more than a few things at once. Sorry!*
“Oh, I met him. He tried to drop me into Hell just because I was nearby. Swell kid.”
“You already told me your name. It’s a nice one.” She waves her over with her wing. “And you don’t need to stand over there. You can come in.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*It’s fine, I can wait for when you’re done, I’m decently patient I would say. We are all good.*
“He tried ta do that?” He rubs his eyes, sighing “I’ll try ta talk to ‘em. Wanna come inside an’ get somethin’?”
She jumps from her tree branch into their nest, sitting cross legged, pulling down her mask to reveal scars on the sides of her mouth “Thank you, it means much.”
"Aw honey, I'm sorry." She said and hugged him again.
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
"Mind if I sit with you?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
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 hugs them back, giving them a tight squeeze before stepping back “W-we should get ta trainin’.”
She looks worried before shaking her head "Nah, you seem upset kinda. Or maybe just nervous. You okay?" She sits down in front of him.
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
*Cut for Wendi.*
He shakes his head, taking a deep breath, closing his eyes “I just… I’ve never been one who liked killin’ people or animals, my brothers and sisters didn’t like that.” He says, thinking about his family.
“Oh I’m alright, I wouldn’t want to intrude.” He erupts from the earth like a sandworm, then returns to a formal stance.
The inside of the nest is oddly muffled, and the sky seems darker while inside. “No problem.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“You can sit.” She nods, hopping off the branch and landing beside her.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Ya wouldn’t be intrudin’ we’re friends, an’ I need somebody ta drink with.” He opens the door; walking inside, and not looking back for them to follow.
She looks up at the sky, holding a little bit of sand swirling in her hand in a mini tornado “I do mean it, would you like to speak about anything?”
Riotan elects to follow him inside.
“Sure. I dunno, I just recently met you. I don’t know a lot about you.”
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 walks towards the kitchen, pouring them both a glass of whiskey, draining his own quickly, obviously still tired.
“Would you like me to tell me what I remember about myself?” She asks them, as if she doesn’t remember much.