Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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"Bim." The man's voice crackles with delight. "But what about my puppet? Should he have a name?"
Wes (he/him): 14 y/o bisected bisexual + general f*ckup
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
I am currently on an exchange trip, sporadic posting for 2 weeks
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"Wumbozauce." He says confidently. "Wumbo for short."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Why is this on the second page?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Huh?*
Wes (he/him): 14 y/o bisected bisexual + general f*ckup
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
I am currently on an exchange trip, sporadic posting for 2 weeks
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"Wumbo." The puppet looks----as best as it can----at itself. "I---he---likes it. Could I buy you a drink?"
Wes (he/him): 14 y/o bisected bisexual + general f*ckup
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
I am currently on an exchange trip, sporadic posting for 2 weeks
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"I'd love that!" He does a little jig on his chair. "Bim, Wumbo, and Struuby! Whether for an hour or an eternity, we are cousins!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Cousins!" the puppet roars, and the man drops it somewhat awkwardly. Shrugging, he picks it back up: "The heaviest drink you have, bartender!"
Wes (he/him): 14 y/o bisected bisexual + general f*ckup
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
I am currently on an exchange trip, sporadic posting for 2 weeks
|------extended sig------|
The result is a massive cocktail. Struuby sips it tentatively. "Waow... that's a strong boi."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Karl, the kitten, is standing in the middle of the tavern, but seemingly nobody there will touch them at all
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
A brass dragonborn wearing half plate and with a scimitar at its side walks up to the cat, pats it twice on the head, and begins walking away.
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
A red panda is curled up on the sidewalk, eating something. They have what looks like a phone nearby? But why would a red panda have a phone?
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!The cat hisses at them, saying "WHY"
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
“Oh dear…uhhh…because you looked like you needed a pat!?”
His hand edges toward his sword.
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
*haberdasheries*
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"Where've you been lately, cousin? I haven't seen you around town."
Wes (he/him): 14 y/o bisected bisexual + general f*ckup
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
I am currently on an exchange trip, sporadic posting for 2 weeks
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"They froze me and put me on a meat hook. It was juss'a prank, I think. They took me down after a couple days."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A man sits outside the tavern, leaned back against a wall. Someone stands besides. They appear to be idly talking before money suddenly switches hands faster than a spark ignites a pool of gasoline on fire.
The man standing walks away somewhere but the one sitting counts the coins happily.
He is scrappy looking, no more than a 5'11 with a lean build. He wears a long, zip up hoodie made of some sort of black material, patches decorating the arms and back with things like "ACAB" in bold black letters, "TRANS RIGHTS" in the signature trans flag colors, and other symbols and such that represent different things. The hood to the hoodie covers his head, a baseball cap tucked under the fabric, shadowing his face from view. A set of silvery sharp teeth glint in the lantern light, set in a chilling grin. He wears a pair of basketball shorts, grey in color, with some sort of stains on them. His bag, which is slung over his shoulder, is black in color with white stripes down the sides.
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A brass dragonborn in half plate armor and a scimitar at its side observes from the shadows, fissuring with one of its backpack straps, and questioning the legality of the supposed transaction.
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
The man looks up and right at them. Even if you can't see his eyes, you get the feeling they are on you specifically.
"Whuh? You got something to say?" He said, tilting his head.
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“Unfortunately nope, I was just looking around that’s all. Continue your…uhhh…coin wiggling.”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!