Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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A dryad is dusting off a small altar near the forest by the tavern.
Tristan is carving a small figure out of wood, with a dagger of black iron.
Barachiel is drinking soup, while hunched over his bowl. He looks just as ragged as yesterday.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Hello peeps and beasts!*
Roshavek is drinking in the bar with his hood up.
A rugged looking, rather hairy man is sitting outside.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Theren walks over, and waves.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He waves back. "Well met, traveler."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Hello. Whos altar might this be?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Mine." The dryad grins. *truesight?*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*He sure does have it*
"Yours?" he says with a raised eyebrow
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*The altar seems to be diffusing a heavy mist very low to the ground, and the dryad's bare feet seem to melt in the mist. It does not look like the dryad can leave the 10ft mist pool.*
"Certainly! Have you come to offer anything?" He frowns. "Not that I have any good boons to grant."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Theren crouches near the altar examining it. "I dont think I've ever heard of a dryad having an altar before."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*oh shoot I forgot to tell you.* *His form with truesight seems to just be a cloud of mist.*
"One of many forms, traveler." The dryad looks disdainfully at the altar. "I am trying to restore this place, and it is no easy task."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Ah.*
"Are you a minor god or somethin?" he asks, eyeing them warily, like hes dealt with gods before
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah! Very minor." The dryad grins. "Would another form make you more comfortable?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
(morning)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Nah. Im cool with nature spirits. They practically raised me." the half-elf states with a grin
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That's great." He resumes sweeping around the altar, with a pitiful broom made of a long stick, and a vine tying twigs around one end. "What is your name?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Theren, Theren Dotsk." he says, casting pregetestation on the altar.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Thank you." He sets down the broom. "My name is Un-Sivran, god of the crunching leaves, the warming sun, and the worms in the earth. You are welcome here." Theren feels reinvigorated, and a little happier.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Theren bows a bit. "Nice too meet ya."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It is good to meet you as well. What brings you to this tavern?" Sivran sits, and motions for Theren to sit next to him.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Theren sits down. "I, ah, dont really fit in well. Plus i have a lot of stuff in my past that haunts me. I keep going from place to place trying to outrun it."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.