Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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A swirling murder of crows pinwheels above the needle covered branches of a pine tree that stands in an open field. Lodged in the branches, something cloth thrashes in the wind like a flag.
The Prince in Yellow is wandering around the village.
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
Ede is in his apothecary, restocking items. His cat is sitting on his shoulder, purring pleasantly. Both he and the cat smell of bluebells and pine at the moment.
Lockett is grumping outside, setting about eight fires at one while throwing logs into them.
William is currently making lunch for himself, as the Red Plate is closed at the moment. The smell of barbecue fills the air alongside hot peppers, daggeroots, and sage.
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
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
You see a ragged figure sitting on a bench. They are dressed in soiled, tattered clothing that hangs loose on a skinny frame, but not much else can be seen. They are tossing out grain from a paper bag feeding the birds which happen to be harsh cawing crows rather than calm cooing pigeons.
"And why can't I? I could snap my fingers, and you will be gone. And what divine grace could stand in my way? What god is foolish enough to stand before me, in my kitchen, and claim that their will supersedes mine? This was never about you. I never asked your (GP)ing opinion. I don't give a (GP) what you've paid for this. It is my divine mercy that gives you the privilege to be driven before me and my chefs, cowering and praying. I ask again: Why. Can't. I?"
A man walks out of the water of a nearby lake, the water sloughing off of him as though he were covered in oil. He is perfectly clean, as demonstrated by his perfectly white clothes. He wears what at first resembles a chef's uniform, but any examination proves his style to be much more... eccentric. His right arm is completely covered by an ankle-length caqpe which doubles as a double-breasted chef's coat, complete with black buttons. His left arm is revealed under a military-style tasseled shoulder pad. His one visible hand has a white glove, something typically useless and detrimental in a real kitchen. His hat is large and puffy, but oddly it has a piece of cloth hanging over the right side of his head, covering it completely. In addition, the back half of the chefs hat is completely black for some reason. Even his shoes are asymmetrical, with the left being black and the right being white.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A raggedly dressed fisherman watches you leave the lake. He holds a fishing pole in his stained gloved hands and crows flap about like seagulls at sea.
He grins and waves back.
"Yeah, you don't do a lot of anything do you." he chuckles.
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
*QuOtE CuTs*
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
Vittrosi watches, eyebrow raised in curiosity. He sheathes his sword quietly and walks over "Hello, and welcome."
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 chef (if that's what he really is) turns his head, revealing his face, or at least the left side of it. He is very handsome, with gentle eyes, perfect skin, plump lips, and immaculately cared for green hair. "Have you caught anything good yet, friend?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Unfortunately no. Ain't nothing biting." He raises his gaze towards you to reveal the sackcloth face of a scarecrow from under his wide brimmed hat. A jagged mouth has been tightly stitched together and black button eyes watch you. "Just my luck."
The man turns, revealing his dark green hair and conventionally attractive face. He smiles warmly. "Thank you, friend." He bows. "I am Chef Auguste Barbaeu, former Executive Chef of the Gut, one of the finest eateries to travel the seas. How are you this fine day?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
We solve mysteries. We correct imbalance and injustice where we can. We also can catch bullets and throw them back at terminal velocity.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"What bait are you using?" The chef reaches into his cape and begins to feel around for something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He pulls up his line to reveal a soaked locust twitching at the end of his rusty hook. The giant insect resembles a grasshopper, but swollen and covered in a horny carapace. "This was the closest creepy crawler on hand."
The chef reaches out, holding a squirming piece of flesh. With a swift, almost imperceptible movement, he switches the bug for the living meat. He tosses the bug into the air and catches it before it can get away. "These insects have toxic thorns. They can give it a spicy flavor when fried or roasted properly, but the fish know better than to go for them. That scrap should yield better results."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Why thank you," The scarecrow's baggy coat and pants seem to be more patches and rags than the original cloth. He swings the fishing rod with excellent precision and the line arches gracefully in the air before landing in the water. The movement causes several dry flakes of straw to come loose. "I usually don't have much luck when trying to procure food."
"Your luck seems fine. It's your equipment that needs work. One of the hardest things to do is work without the proper tools. A rusty hook is far less likely to catch a fish than a pristine one, and without proper bait you'll rarely catch anything of value. Proper tools are expensive, however, so you'll need to learn quite a few tricks before you can get them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels