Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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*Anyone wanna RP?*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*-yawn- Mornin dudes and dudettes*
Theren is sitting in the woods, propped up against a tree. Wounds cover his arms and legs as he sits there with his eyes shut.
Phoenix is outside training with his DMR. He hits precise headshots each time.
Leo is fixing Festus. The dragon comes to life and Leo lets out a triumphant whoop.
Hearthstone is by the lake meditating, he floats off the ground slightly, legs crossed.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Jøken sees Theren while walking by, and quickly rushes over. He casts Cure Wounds at 3rd level. 22 HP healed.
The Mushroom Man shambles over using a sapling as a crutch, groaning and dragging one of his legs behind him. "Help me, please..."
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Some of the wounds knit together.
Phoenix quickly starts to bandage the leg.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*yooooo, just got back from the performance, good morrow my allies*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Jøken pokes Theren in the face, try to wake them up.
The foot of that leg starts to crumble. Several open, gangrenous wounds are present, and fluids leaking from them start to dissolve the bandages.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
His eyes flicker open. "Ow ow ow."
"Jesus." Phoenix murmurs.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen is scouting out a crevasse a good distance from the inn.
Nainai is reading.
The stranger in the trench coat has still not left their booth. The floor and table are both very damp.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The earth trembles as a deep rumble echoes through the land, causing everything that is not anchored or rooted to shake. Suddenly, a gaping sinkhole appears, its edges jagged and rough. A person's hand, pale and clawed, grips the side of the hole, its fingers digging into the loose soil. A sharp, high-pitched shriek echoes through the air as the person struggles to keep their grip.
As the person pulls themselves up and out of the sinkhole, a small impish creature can be seen with bluish-white skin. Its crimson red hair is brushed backward, revealing a gaunt, angular face with sharp features. Its pale red eyes are slit like a cat's, and they seem to glow in the dim light. Black nails protrude from each finger, their sharp tips glinting in the sunlight. The creature's ears are pointed and elfish, giving it a mischievous, otherworldly appearance. The person in question is sporting a vibrant crimson hoodie that contrasts sharply with their black pants. Their feet are snugly encased in stylish high tops that look both fashionable and comfortable. To carry their belongings, they have a practical black leather satchel draped across their shoulder. What's more, they have adorned their body with various pieces of jewelry, all made from sturdy iron. These include a collection of gleaming rings, a series of dainty chain necklaces, and several chunky band bracelets that add a distinctive edge to their overall look.
They look around, disgusted, before turning to the hole. They promptly flip it off and yell into it. "[GP] YOU THEN!!"
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
A severely wounded Theren watches on in silence, observing.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They watch the hole close before trying to compose themselves, making an array of hissing-in-anger noises.
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
"You alright there mate?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Damian pushes open the door of the Inn in the most dramatic fashion possible and exclaims "The man with hair like liquid gold and a body like the greatest of statues has arrived."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He looks over, eyes narrowed. "Who the [GP] are you?" he huffed.
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
"Names Theren." he says with a slightly bloody grin
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He raises a brow and folds his arms. He tilts his head "Wipe your face. No one wants to see you like that."
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
Theren scoffs. "This is nothin." he says, wiping the blood away as more replaces it.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They scoff and walk forward, pulling out a jet black cloth. They grip Theren's chin and wipe the blood away gently. "Its disgusting is what it is."
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 stranger in the trench coat makes an odd heaving motion, almost like laughter. Blood and saltwater drip from the brim of the coat.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
More blood replaces the blood he wipes away. "Well when you get wounded you bleed."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.