Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Sytosc is wandering around the forest, snacking on wild mushrooms.
Douxgras is massaging a large cut of meat, his gloved paws covered in dry rub.
Chef Auguste is meditating out in a field. All animals, including bugs, refuse to go within 60ft of him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Nainai walks over to him, wincing and dragging her right foot slightly. “What’s with the meat?”
A rotting undead cat sits directly at the edge of this circle. She meows curiously.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"It's venison. I'm seasoning it so I can cook it later." He scratches his fluffy chin. "Then again, it might be unnecessary... nah, I'm sure it'll contribute somehow."
The strangely-dressed man opens his one visible eye. "What? Shouldn't you be sitting on a necromancer's lap or something?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A small hooded figure crouches in the feild, trying to pet the undead cat
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Oh really? So you’re a chef, eh?”
The cat tilts its head slightly and looks to kind of half-nod.
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 cat hisses and jumps away, its empty eye socket glowing orange for a moment.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yeah. This place is a nexus between planes. You can get all sorts of surreal ingredients here. Plus, my work shines best before an audience."
"Did you lose them or something?" He slowly stands, then holds out an arm and snaps before pointing to the ground before him. An order to come closer.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"hey it's okay. I think we have a lot in common. " they pull back the hood just enough for the cat to see a scarred-over place where an eye once was next to the figure's other pure-green eye
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Surreal? Like what?” Nai sits next to Douxgras.
The cat approaches until she’s right next to the Chef. She then attempts to rub against him.
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 cat calms slightly, but remains wary. She doesn’t run but doesn’t approach.
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 is up my nerd legions?*
"pspspspspsps" she sticks out her bandaged hand
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*good morrow*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Helo*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Though she looks a bit unimpressed, the cat approaches and rubs against her hand.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well..." He draws a large knife and cuts into the meat. Inside is black flesh, beautifully marbled with what looks almost like purple ice cream. It slowly begins to turn to regular colors.
He lets her. He metaphysically oozes with waves of evil. "You aren't very cautious, but I wouldn't expect a cat to be."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"there's a good cat. You've been through things, haven't you?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“WHOA! What deer did you get that off of?!”
<I am cautious. I chose to speak to you.> The cat is communicating telepathically.
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 only died 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.
"Doesn't normal cheese have that? Or is that cheese mites?" He chuckled and tilted his head. He grabbed a bottle from a shelf and placed two cups in the table.
*OOOH! I like it!*
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