Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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“What do you mean? Do scarecrows eat?”
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 mouth twists up in a sad sort of smile, "No... no, I suppose we don't. Say, aren't you supposed to know the answers to everything?"
(hello again)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Howdy again.*
(how are you)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*I'm busy but I'm doing well. I'm looking forward to going to a cabin for the next few days and I've been enjoying the new Cosmo Sheldrake songs. How are you?*
(really tired -~- )
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*I had food poisoning yesterday...*
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."
*Oof. I feel that.*
A man enters the town. He bears a plain porcelain white mask with black eyeholes and lips. His hair is fluffy, but short, chestnut brown in color. He wears a yellow jacket, a black sweater, and black dress pants.
"Now is this really how you like to spend your days? Whiskey and misery, and parties and plays? So trade that typical for something colorful and if it's crazy, live a little crazy. You can play it sensible, a king of conventional or you can risk it all and see! Don't you wanna get away from the same old part you gotta play? 'Cause I got what you need, so come with me and take the ride. It'll take you to the other side!"
"You could finally live a little, finally laugh a little, just let me give you the freedom to dream and it'll wake you up and cure your aching. Take your walls and start 'em breaking... Now that's a deal that seems worth taking.. But I guess I'll leave that up to you"
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
*GAAH I couldn’t help singing that in my head instead of just reading it*
*this dude seems like a great showman*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*IM LISTENING TO SOUND TRACK AND ITS GAVE ME IDEAS.*
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
*Good morning and greetings to all!*
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 dudes and dudettes*
Theren is stiffly practicing swordplay. He seems to not have as much talent as he used to have and is getting frustrated.
Phoenix is reading indoors.
Henry is strolling through the woods.
Leo is asleep next to Festus.
-new intro-
A young man, about 29, is drinking inside the tavern. He stares into the depth of his glass of whiskey. A black scarf is wrapped around his neck. He has a black shirt along with black pants. He wears grey combat boots. His shaggy black hair hangs over his green eyes. He takes a sip of his whiskey before scribbling something in a journal.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen is watching Theren carefully, reviewing a much earlier section of his journal.
Eito sits by this man, completely uninvited yet carefree.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Theren curses and sends his sword flying into a training dummy.
He barely acknowledges his existence as he takes another sip of his drink.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen flinches slightly, but continues reading calmly.
”Sooo… you ever wondered if there were answers to all of life’s questions?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Theren is cursing as he violently rips the dummy to shreds.
"All the answers I need are at the other end of a knife stranger."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen chuckles quietly.
“Can a knife stand against utter spiritual enlightenment?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.