Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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Noticing that someone else actually works here, Douxgras seems a little embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll build a public oven outside later."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Ihtros possesses Throden, with the two lizardfolk answering Douxgras. "Mmm... no. The kitchen can be shared. This, the boss would want."
*Description?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
(morning)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"But it makes you uncomfortable, doesn't it? Plus, that way multiple people could cook at once! I'll have to research how to build an oven, though..." He rubs his orange chin.
*A plump, fluffy, orange humanoid creature. He has a large, fluffy mane and black-and-orange-striped horns. His entire body sparkles like sugar and smells like pumpkin spice and chocolate. He's dressed like your average line cook, minus the classic little hat due to his edgy haircut and horns. He looks slightly angelic, slightly demonic, and very monster-y. He's also about the size of a grizzly bear.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(slow day)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Jack is outside, staring down at his own body. He is between the ethereal plane and the living. Luckily, his body is doing exactly as it is supposed to for in the case that he dies. It is disappearing, dissipating into nothingness, reforming in a secret place. He sighs and runs his hand through ethereal hair.
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
(hello again)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Greetings.*
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."
*that feeling when you wanna do something, but you're just tired and can't...*
*me fr*
*it’s morning here and i am sad about modern cinematography. How are you all doing?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*mornin*
Theren is still in a comatose state. He murmurs a bit, black lines of infection still creeping up his neck.
Phoenix is burning all of his guns.
Leo is sitting by himself at a table, staring off into space.
Henry is walking through the woods, admiring everything.
Hearthstone is sleeping on the roof.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Disposing of some evidence?” Thirteen says casually, watching from a few yards away.
Nainai is in those woods, writing.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"getting rid of stuff that brings back bad memories."
Henry notices them and waves. *need a description?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Lore has been trying every spell she knows but none of it seems to be working. She looks tired, ill, and agitated.
A man with short blond hair, fair skin that is smattered with freckles, and bright blue eyes watches Phoenix from the treeline. (Think Ethan Winters from RE8)
Edwin and a few of his brothers and sisters are going over blueprints and such to try and work on Festus.
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 mumbles something in his sleep, the only words she can make out are, "Death....endless sleep...Lore..."
Phoenix wipes his hands on his jeans, finally done.
Leo walks over, watching them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sighs and brushes her fingers through his hair, tears beading at the corner of her eyes.
The man walks over, staring at the fire.
Edwin is talking about a power source that could be a god itself.
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
“Ah, even better. I hope there are no fumes, though. That might bring back something else.”
*sure, need one of Nai?* Nai waves politely. “It’s pretty lucky that there are still parts of these woods where you can get some quiet.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
His head is flaming hot, feverish.
"Uh, can I help you?"
"I'm sorry what?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Whaddya mean?"
*please. Here is his intro: He wears a light blue suit and slacks with nice oxford dress shoes. His warm brown eyes survey his surroundings behind thin glasses. His neatly groomed black hair ruffles a bit in the breeze.*
"Indeed."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I don't know what to do..." She whispers "I don't know anymore.."
"New face. My old body was killed." He said and looked up at Phoenix.
He looks over "Essence of a god. Stuff it in a canister and use em as power."
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