Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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[[ Alaric, Dragon, sorry I didn’t participate in the pirate fight, a lot of stuff happened at once and I couldn’t join in… I know y’all aren’t on as I’m making this but imma try to be more active… as for friend’s excuse idk but my first idea was being chloroformed or drugged for some reason ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
(Anyone on?)
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
[[ surprisingly, yes]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
NoI,
Who and where are your characters in here?
(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
Jonas is hanging Christmas lights on his ship
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
[[ hmmm… Idk where friend is gotta come up with an excuse for friend for my absence, Aromith is just dragoning around and I’m debating on intro ing a new character I only use in roleplay :^ ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
(Hello?)
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
[[ hellœ ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
(How are you?)
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
[[ good, nearly had an existential crisis but good hbu ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
(I'm doing alright. Why'd you almost have an existential crisis?)
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
[[ I use music to overpower my thoughts and my headphones were charging earlier and I didn’t wanna wake anyone up :P ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
(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
(I'd listen to music rn but it's midnight 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
*maaaaan today is quiet.....*
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
Timber is sitting by the fire next to willow, whos arm is fully healed now, both of them singing Christmas songs
Galax is at the bar
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Thatcher was sitting at his desk in the library, muttering to himself while having a bottle of brandy sit to his right. He pours himself a shot, downs it, then continues to read over missing person cases. He ran a hand through his neatly combed dark brown hair, grey eyes scanning over the files. He was dressed dashingly in a white, button-up dress shirt, a black vest with a silver chain that was connected to a pocket-watch that sat comfortably in his pocket, black slacks, and simple loafers.
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Atlas was outside. He was sharpening his sword while sitting upon a rock in the middle of a field, hopefully far enough from the tavern and people. He enjoyed the quiet and when it was pierced by the air-cutting "SHING" of the whetstone against metal. His pinpoints of red light that were his eyes stared at the forest line, tracking a deer and her children as they jumped through the shrubs and grass.
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Victor was fuming. He had spent all of his time and effort to dig up graves of those who had recently passed, now he finds officers patrolling the grave yard. He had burned his work in fear of being taken back to jail but now he had watched the officers leave without so much as a warrant. He had lost all his work for nothing.
He grumbles and leans back in his chair, running a hand through his unruly black hair. He closes his eyes. all that work, GONE.
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
*Eh you know what? I’ve got a few minutes. Screw it.*
*Hi guys! How’s it going?*
A pale man dressed in fine black clothing walks into the tavern. His age is decidedly unclear, he looks to be in his early thirties, but his eyes betray a cold intelligence indicative of a being centuries older. He wears an ornate pair of black leather riding gloves with gold embroidery. His curly mop of black hair gently overshadows his icy blue eyes. A renaissance style mustache and goatee sprouts from his chin and upper lip. He takes a table for himself and signals for a waiter.
This is ItsNotAChest’s alternate, so no some random psychopath hasn’t stolen their storylines/posts. Or maybe I did. Who knows…
I am what happens when you write character concepts on a spice high
#ForeverAlone
#ForeverDM
*I think i know who this is but im not completely sure*
Thatcher looks up and narrows his cold grey eyes. The Scottish general stands up and jumps behind the bar, setting the brandy bottle back before grabbing a unopened one and walking back to his desk.
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