Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*Technical definition: an underground cemetery consisting of a subterranean gallery with recesses for tombs, as constructed by the ancient Romans.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*anyone want to rp*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sure, here's who I got*
Theren is tending to a small garden of flowers.
Phoenix is trying to take a nap.
Leo is fixing Festus.
Henry is calming talking to some bandits that are trying to rob him.
-old character with intro-
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers twoards the tavern. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall as he examines the tavern.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*where is said nap occurring? outside?*
Eito approaches the Bird King. “Excuse me, Your Majesty, but would you like 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.
*yepp*
The skull looks down at them. "No." he says slowly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Nainai is also outside, reviewing her research in a rather loud way.
Eito holds out a token carved of black stone with a Tree of Life pattern engraved upon it. “Are you certain?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Phoenix cracks open an eye. "must you be so loud?"
He nods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*(skitters past with a burrito.)*
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
*I wanna RP, but at the same time I'm not feeling very inspired at the moment.*
*I need to force my brain back to work.*
*I shall redesign Douxgras.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*-grabs and chomps on burrito-*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*It's okay (hugs)*
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
*(SCREAMS)*
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
“Yes. This is my process.”
“Are you sure you’re sure?”
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’ll see you and raise you one pasta burrito, a thing i actually made once*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Intro for some person*
Emerging from the depths of the shadowy forest, a figure cloaked in darkness steps into the dim light of the moonlit clearing. The figure, with their slender frame and ethereal presence, moves with an otherworldly grace, their every movement shrouded in mystery and intrigue. As they cast a penetrating gaze upon the world around them, their eyes, glowing with an eerie luminescence. They taste the air slightly; [Gragh, Salty- No, wait...Sour?] They shake their head, exiting their thoughts.
Life's amusing and it knows
A faint hiss and a burst of mist appears in front of them, and a sun elf in black robes carrying a journal and flail is suddenly present. “What are you tasting for?”
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 Prince in yellow is trying to burn down a library. (Again)
*Again????*
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 figure jumps back, their hood falling off. Revealling how they look; They have a slender builds and pale, almost translucent skin, which seems to shimmer with an ethereal sheen in the faint light. Their eyes are the most striking feature, they shine with a strange light. Almost purple like, possibly bioluminescence? However, they seem to resemble an elf in most aspects including the ears. They speak their voice slightly echo-like in tone; "I am tasting for any sense of hurtful substances, and Must you terrify everyone you meet?"
Life's amusing and it knows
*yes*