Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*sure!*
*Cut for Salem.*
He takes one of the bags, “I apologize, but I am a bit, uninformed, you would have to show me how to even take any. Something you can teach me… I do like that.” He smiles, crossing his legs, thinking about it.
He pulls her down with enough strength to actually pull her, leaving her on top of him, “I’ll… be okay… don’t worry… just… work…”
“Mine, I am the godfather, their parents can’t take care of them, so they trusted me.” He gives the child another kiss, smiling at them.
The pigge looks up from the images of saints around his neck. "Hello there! Are you hungry? I just caught some fish and octopi, and they're frying up as we speak!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Jobah.*
“If they were still demons, I might be dead by now, an’ that wouldn’t be great huh?” He says, “They’re… unique.”
She tilts her head, curiously, looking into her eyes “You… like to hear me talk?”
He flashes a grin. "Hungry? Constantly. You got anything that's still live?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Who do you want?*
*anybody works, I want to use Calypso more, and I still don’t know your characters very well :>*
"Same as everyone. Which is a bit of an issue, it is."
"...yeah. It's soothing, I guess. But that's more dependent on 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.
*Ill just use Elijah to get your characters familiar.*
Elijah is sitting next to the fire in the Inn. He seems to be working on something, humming to himself.
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 pretty good for what it is. All sorts of seafood, caught, and prepared by a trained hand, then breaded and deep-fried in lard. "Thank you, Rag. It means 'Scrappy,' so it suits me. Most people give up before they get me to stay down."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sits next to them, eating one of the cookies “I love ‘em, but they did try ta kill him.”
She takes a deep breath “Would you like to meet any of my companions?” She holds up her arm, a snake coiled around it.
“Sounds about right, staying strong is for the best, the strongest in the world are those that are determined, willing to do anything.” He nods slowly “I do enjoy this, how did you make it? If I may ask?”
The golem looks up, before looking back to its fryers as the porcine spirit speaks. "Sorry, afraid not, friend. My trident kills and catches at the same time. Plus, fish don't last long out of water."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The big pig smiles calmly, looking up from his necklace. At least 7 saints, not including the martyr in the back, and he probably prays to all of them. "Hey there. You hungry?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"What kind of cookies are those by the way?"
"Huh." She kneels in front of Sersha, examining the snake closely.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh well that's okay. Who're 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.
"I'm about to make another batch. I'll need to go fishing first, but after that I can show you." He turns to the small golem, which closes itself up and hands him a trident. "Would you like to help me? I don't have a spare trident, but I have a net about the right size that you can borrow."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels