Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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Unsure of what to do with her emotions, she bites his forearm. "I'm not letting you go! I can't!"
"Ah (GP)" Edwin picks Leo up and sets him on a couch.
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
"OW!" he yells. He then pulls her into a hug.
Leo, despite being bathed in flames, seems unharmed.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She streak down her cheeks as her mouth fills with droplets of his blood. She leans into his touch, sniffling.
Edwin sighs and turns back to his family, continuing to work.
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
He gently removes his arm. "It's gonna be ok."
Leo wakes up later on, grumbling a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(good morning)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*the time is now*
At the threshold of the inn, ten points of white light appear, turning into small flat circles that form a long hexagon with many lines inside of it, interconnecting each point. A line extends from the bottom point, and an eleventh light burns into existence. From that eleventh light, a humanoid with few features, an exterior resembling black velvet, and pale characters rimmed with lavender light all over its surface. The person enters calmly, clutching their face with their left hand, and finds a seat. White wisps of light undulate from the characters on its skin, and a low smoldering, sizzling sound surrounds them.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(seems like a slow day today)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Anyone around for a slowish roleplay?*
*am here*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A thin man garbed in tattered rags covered in patches sits at the bar. Even the patches of his coat have patches. A floppy, worn hat conceals his face and he looks like he just came out of a hay field with all the straw clinging to his clothing. A voice speaks, "What a flashy entrance."
“How else would you like me to get here?” This person has a silky voice, perfectly synchronized with the sibilant smoldering of their light.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Most folks tend to just walk in. It's how I usually get around."
“I haven’t been here before. I needed to travel. And I come to offer wisdom, like it or not.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I often walk to places I ain't been before when I need to travel. That's generally how it works as far as I'm aware." says the ragged man, "Must be a tough business. Most folks don't care for wisdom. What sort have you got?"
“All of it.” Their eyes sparkle with manic glee. “Every revelation. Every thought. Every mystery. All revealed and understood perfectly.”
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 strange stranger pushes his hat up to get a better look at you. The sackcloth face of a scarecrow is revealed. A wide, jagged mouth is stitched shut and two glistening black buttons are sewn in as eyes. "That's a mighty tall claim to be making. May I ask for your name?"
“I am Eito. A prophet. I bring good news of the Unknowable.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh dear." His stitched lips curl slightly down in a concerned frown, "If this wisdom is unknowable then I fear we are doomed to live as fools."
“The Unknowable is the truest form of all gods. It cannot be known, but Its knowledge can be known eventually.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I feared this was the case. Does he know how to stave off the fangs of famine? I sure am mighty hungry."