Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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"It's going fine. I decided to work on the church first. They can sleep there for now, since it's such a large building."
"So how did you come across such cuisine?" Sytosc asks, taking a hand pie.
The undead takes the archfey's coat and hangs it up on what is probably a coat rack covered by a white sheet. "Life is... boring. I'm hungry all the time as well."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*i mean where are yall's characters goober*
*oh, silly me..*
Theren is pacing in the woods.
Mars has his head in his hands and is trembling in the woods.
Hanzo is inspecting his new blade
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren hears an echoing cracking sound, as if reality itself is weakening
(I am now scared)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Theren turns sharply towards the noise
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She nods "What about the rest of the area?" She tilted her head, watching him.
"I am everywhere, it's a matter of time before I discover the thing I have the most passion for." He chuckled.
"Ah.." he said and nodded, careful to avoid the ceiling with his horns. "Perhaps I could cook for you one day since you have been kind to me."
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
There is a distorting effect in the air around him, and all noises cease to exist. A hairline fracture appears in the air.
"What the hell..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He stops pacing. "We'll get there."
"Ah, you have a passion for food? How curious. I've never known a Planetar to have such interests. Then again, I know so few Planetars..." He chuckles as well.
The creature lights the candles and begins to generously fill Donn's plate and goblet. The smell is overwhelmingly good. As the lights come on, Donn realizes that this room is massive, and somehow cuts down on the range of both darkvision and truesight with its pitch black. "Food is not exactly what I feed on. I'm more symbiotic than that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(i want to join i just dont understand how. please help)
wishing to live.
whispering on wind.
falling through sky.
feeling i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
She stares at him, searching his face for any sort of hint of what was on the inside.
"I am a cherub. I bring joy to others but my own joy is food and people. I love both with all my heart." He said "What is your name?"
"Symbiotic?" Donn tilted his head, not daring to eat yet.
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
*Just introduce a character and it should all be fine*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Suddenly, it rips open, exposing a snow-covered city that lies in ruin. He feels confused and nauseous as snow and ash flow through the hole. Out of the hole steps a person clinging a handmade rifle and wearing a dirty yellow hazmat suit.
*Waluigi.*
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
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Theren coughs a bit. "What the..who are you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He says something indecipherable in what you think is Russian.
*wanna rp buddy?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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