Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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Yuri casts Revivify on him.
Donn smiles and tips his hat.
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
Yuri and Donn watch quietly.
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 wound bubbles and hisses as it closes and Theren gasps for air. "ow ow ow." he mutters.
Leo nods a bit, raising his welding goggles and placing them on his forehead. "So, uh, what now?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Gravedigger walks out onto the battlefield and begins to bury the dead
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*wow, I missed a whole war lmao*
*how's everyone doing?*
*Sleepy. characters btw*
Theren is half-heartedly practising with his bow.
Mars is asleep in thew woods.
Hanzo is meditating.
-old character-
There is a loud flapping noise as a huge metal dragon lands on the ground. A human about 17 or 18, sits on top. He is about 5'4" with curly black hair, an impish grin, and brown eyes. He wears a white shirt stained with motor oil, brown pants and boots. Around his waist is a toolbelt. The young man hops off his dragon as it sputters and spews fire.
-new intro-
Walking through the woods is a man, about 20 or 21, he wears a denim jacket, black combat boots, tight fitting jeans, and a blue t-shirt. Slung over his back is an electric guitar. He has short and spiky black hair, and light green eyes with a twinge of sadness hidden behind them. He hums a tune as he walks.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Doing fine. I wanna intro a new character but IDK what it should be. any ideas? I'm looking for something that is easy to interact with rather than a more... interesting character*
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum: The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
Hope to see you around!
He calmly plays a dirge as bodies begin to rise from the dead to collect the remains for him. A mass grave is dug for the paladins as their eyes are removed, preventing them from seeing the fruits of their works, and their sins are tattooed on their skin, preventing them from ever reaching Heaven. A fate similar to that of the Cellist himself. Except this time, there would be no one to save them from the bed they'd made for themselves.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I reccomend working on personality and reason to be in the town in the first place. I've found that the more characters I make, not only do the concepts need to be more inter3sting so I'm not just remaking an old character, but I also need to flesh out their reason to be in the town in the first place. Then usually something or someone exists and that ties them there*
He sees Gravedigger burying some of the bodies as well
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Unlike with Gravedigger, this doesn't seem to be an act of necessity or even honor. This is an act of meaningless cruelty. The Cellist was barely involved, yet still feels the desire to do this, all while playing a tune that gives the impression of an honorable funeral.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Gravedigger buries the bodies in neat rows. On some of the graves he places a small black stone. Others are marked with some kind of symbol, the purpose of which unclear
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*I think... I might bring in a new character much much later.*
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
*rp wedigo?*
psychopath ^-^
*characters*
Theren is half-heartedly practicing with his bow.
Mars is asleep in the woods.
Hanzo is meditating.
-old character-
There is a loud flapping noise as a huge metal dragon lands on the ground. A human about 17 or 18, sits on top. He is about 5'4" with curly black hair, an impish grin, and brown eyes. He wears a white shirt stained with motor oil, brown pants and boots. Around his waist is a toolbelt. The young man hops off his dragon as it sputters and spews fire.
-new intro-
Walking through the woods is a man, about 20 or 21, he wears a denim jacket, black combat boots, tight fitting jeans, and a blue t-shirt. Slung over his back is an electric guitar. He has short and spiky black hair, and light green eyes with a twinge of sadness hidden behind them. He hums a tune as he walks.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(seems slow this afternoon)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*yeah*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*yeah, I've been around but... not really active I guess*
*I'll be on later but here is my idea. A child (boy or girl, most likely a girl from the way I'm looking at it) who is the embodiment of people who remain optimistic even if the worst situations. I'm working on it, like how she looks like, but that is what I go so far.*
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
*mn, characters are above btw*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.