Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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"True, true..." he chuckles. "It's busier on those days. I was born next to the church, though, and no one wants to let me move closer to them. It nets me more money on weekends than most... uh, people without businesses or jobs get... well, only on weekends." He snorts. "But it's what I was created for."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You didn't see me try and rip out your sisters' throats?"
"That's why I like it here. See this?" She gestures to a small stake of wood with brass crosses embedded on its faces. "Wherever I drive it into the ground, it creates a veil where my curse isn't in effect."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hey y'all, I got to go. I try and be back soon but perhaps I will not be. We'll see.*
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
“I wasn’t there fer that, but my sisters did tell me ‘bout it. They still idolize ya, ya know?”
“It does seem much better in here, even more so with such a curse to deal with. Are my own words bothering you? I would hate to cause such trouble to someone I revere and…” She shakes her head, closing her eyes “My apologies.”
*See ya, I probably won’t be in when ya get back. Take care, love you deeply.*
*Yes. Give me someone... hungry. Rag might work, but he could crush this guy with literally a thought that he decides to put to words.*
A street food stand has opened up near the church.
A pig creature sits in this "stand," with what appears to be a cheap and damaged but still-living golem recycled into a fryer sat down behind him, the sizzle of frying fish filling the air as it watches them to make sure they don't burn. It's barely a stand. It's a couple pieces of broken wood beneath a leaky fabric awning to keep the rain out. A large wooden icon of the Redeemer leans against the back wall.
The porcine spirit looks drowsy, and, to the untrained eye, might even have fallen asleep sitting there on his rug, all dressed in rumpled and heavily patched workman's clothes, clean due to his easy access to the river. The damaged crate in front of him has cones of newspaper with fried fish in them on little stands made of bent coat hangers. His crumpled hat is sat upside-down beside the crate with the words "Please pay 1 CP if you can afford to" stitched onto it.
He silently fondles what look like dog tags around his neck, but upon close inspection seem to be stamped tin icons of various saints. Collected like trading cards.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Bye, Benjamin!*
*...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Rag was going for a stroll when he sees the ‘stand’. He decides to walk over, and sits down in front of it, the ground rumbling just a bit as he gives them a broad smile. He puts a single gold down on the stand with a friendly smile, despite his menacing and gargantuan size, “Nice to meet you, I am Ragnerious, but most call me Rag.”
Riotan wanders over, curious, arms swinging by his sides.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*bye love, see you around! :3*
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 shakes his head, rubbing their legs softly with one hand, tilting his head “I have not, do you have any?”
He slowly holds up a hand, rubbing the side of her face, wiping away the tears, pushing himself up a bit to give her a kiss on the lips, smiling a bit.
It is absolutely awful, but sobers them up nearly instantly, smiling at the hatchling, kissing them on the forehead.
*the one you’ve been waiting for… the one you’ve been waiting for… the mystery… the one who changed history… the one who changed history, mystery… the temptress… the one.. with the plan… the plan to steal the man!*
*Anne! The one who chased the King, but paid the price with the swordsman’s swing…*
*will she be the one to win?*
*Anne Boleyn…*
*Oh hey Arch, wanna rp for a little bit now that you’re here?*
"Cause I escaped. If they'd thrown me in there I'd never have gotten out."
"Pretty much the same. You?"
"The book is about elvish religion. The cat is my familiar, Caramel."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The pig swallows, then picks up his hat, empty at the moment, just to tip it to Rag. "Scartosso, but... well, people rarely refer to me, but when they do they usually call me Scar." He moves to pick load up a large paper cone made of several unrolled newspapers for Rag. He loads it up, his icon tags jingling around his neck. "It's nice to meet you too, Rag. What brings you to this part of town? Most stay away when it isn't the weekend."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"They what? That's absurd. If they were still demons, I'd probably still be hunting them down."
"No no no. I like hearing you talk."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“No reason other than that I don’t go here often, I like to go wherever I can, help those who I can, and those I can’t, I find someone who can.” He takes the cone, smiling at it before looking back to them, eating it quickly “Scartosso, a good name.”