Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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The Grim Sweeper is sweeping.
The Scrivener is writing.
*New* A tall, seedy figure walks in and glances around. He wears a cap pulled low over his face, and the collars of his trench coat are pulled up, obscuring his face. The shady guy walks over and sits down at a bar stool.
*Anyone wanna rp?*
*Here are my characters:*
Fenyang is sitting in a chair much too small for him.
Furshii is talking to himself.
*New* Dave is staring at a wall.
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
waitin on ya, ella
Xan, an incubus with golden hair, watches the man and narrows his eyes
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
The man regularly looks around at his surroundings, surveying the inn. Every now and then he checks inside his coat, and moves things around in there.
Xan appears and smiles "Hello there! whatcha got in there mnnnn???"
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 looks up. He glances around with narrow eyes, checking to make sure no one is watching. "You lookin' to buy some o' my merchandise?" He grins, showing several gold teeth. "My collection includes some of the very finest which I have traveled far and wide to collect."
Uncle Pastel places a large, sliced, two-tiered cake on the bar counter. He seems satisfied with his work.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The shady figure sitting at the table eyes it hungrily. "Hey mate," he says in his gravelly voice, "That looks delicious. Would you spare a piece?"
Pastel smiles. "Of course! Food without someone to eat it is just pointless decay." Pastel cuts a large slice for the stranger and brings it over to him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The stranger shovels it into his mouth hungrily with complete disregard for manners. His lips smack and when finished, he lets out a loud belch. He then says with a partly full mouth, "Thanks mate, that was delicious."
"I'm certainly glad that I could help satisfy your hunger."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Say, you're an odd lookin' fellow. Where are you from?" He leans back in his seat and begins picking his teeth.
"Well, I was raised by a green hag in the middle of a barren woods. I learned a lot of tricks from her."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The door slowly creaks open, and a rather interesting looking man walks in. To start with, he seems to be shirtless, instead wearing a black leather trench coat with a slight shine to it. He also has on black leather pants held up with a silver chain belt, tucked into a pair of black combat boots. Most notably, though, are his metal clawed gauntlets, also silver. His skin is surprisingly pale for someone shirtless, yet he actually has a bit of muscle, although he is just a bit toned. His oily black hair is medium length and slicked back smoothly, although the ends are very wild, pointing in every which way. He has dark crimson eyes, and an old scar is set vertically on his left one, reaching from near the top of his forehead, past his eye, and ending around the middle of his cheek area. He smile widely, revealing with a glint that his teeth were unnaturally sharp for someone who seemed human.
*Reboot of an old character of mine*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
waitin on ya, ella
*Ayyyy! It's-a da yeen! You're back!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*blep*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"A hag you say? I have trained under a couple hags in my time." You wouldn't happen to be in the market for.... interesting merchandise, would you?" He leans closer.
"It depends on what kind." The sugar mogul sits down. "I already have plenty, but excess is my game."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Grim Sweeper looms up from behind Furshii. WHO ARE YOU TALKING TOO?