Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
Sign in to view your library & saved favorites.
Sign in- Marketplace
Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer CreaturesFrozen SickD&D Beyond Basic RulesBasic Rules (2014)Sign in to view your library & saved favorites.
Sign in
*good mornin ye nerds. I get to see a total eclipse today!*
Theren is playing his guitar in the square, he has drawn quite the crowd.
Phoenix is wrapping his cut hand in a bandage.
Bird King is sleeping in the woods.
Nick is cornered by a few thugs. One is holding a knife and is threatening him.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I’m only in 88% range, sadly*
Nainai is in the crowd, listening eagerly.
Someone casts thunderwave from behind. All of the thugs must make a Constitution saving throw.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*that sucks. The song is in the spoiler btw. Its Beautiful Things by Benson Boon.*
But lately, I've been doin' better
Than the last four cold Decembers
I recall
I found a girl my parents love
She'll come and stay the night
And I think I might have it all
For the girl He sent my way
But I know the things He gives me
He can take away
And that's a feeling I wanna get used to
But there's no man as terrified
As the man who stands to lose you
Mm
I want you, I need you, oh God
Don't take
These beautiful things that I've got
I want you, I need you, oh God
Don't take
These beautiful things that I've got
Ooh
Please don't take
It's been a while, but I'm finding my faith
If everything's good and it's great
Why do I sit and wait 'til it's gone?
I've got peace and I've got love
But I'm up at night thinkin'
I just might lose it all
I want you, I need you, oh God
Don't take
These beautiful things that I've got
Ooh
Please stay
I want you, I need you, oh God
I need
These beautiful things that I've got
CON: 21
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*that’s honestly a pretty nice song*
Each thug takes half of 6 thunder damage.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yep*
Once theren is done play he smiles and bows a bit
The thugs turn to see who attacked them, weapons in hand.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Nai claps enthusiastically.
A brown tabaxi with tall ears is sheepishly standing behind them. “Hey, guys!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Thank you thank you! Any requests for a song I should play?"
One of the thugs snarls at them. "You stay outta this."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“DO RIVER OF DREAMS!!!” She yells.
“You stop accosting this handsome stranger.” He growls in return.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He nods and starts to play the song and sing it perfectly. *I'm assuming you mean Billy Joel correct?*
"Oh you are asking for a beatdown kid." the thug says as his other friends draw their weapons.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*yes* Nai is ecstatic about this.
“It’s not beating if you use weapons. Your syntax is FLAWED!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*cool* Theren plays through the whole song with a smile on his face.
A thug with a snake tattoo on his eye cracks his knuckles and swings at them.
Attack: 12 Damage: 17
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Nai cheers the whole time.
Mauric staggers back, severely injured. He rights himself and runs at the thug, screeching and swiping with his glaive.
Attack: 16 Damage: 11
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 finishes the song and bows again. "Alright, thank you! Yall have been a great crowd!" he then hops down from the small stage and walks off.
The thug hits the ground hard, bleeding out. The other two thugs attack him.
Attack: 20 Damage: 14
Attack: 9 Damage: 16
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Nai runs up after him. “Sir! That was amazing!”
Mauric takes the first hit, barely standing now. He casts entangle on the thugs. Both must make Strength saving throws.
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 turns, a smile on his face. "Oh, thanks!"
STR: 9 5
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“So who are you, anyhow?”
Both fail. They are now restrained. Mauric turns to Nick, bruised and bleeding. “Get… back to… the inn…” He lifts his glaive. These thugs are just more components.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"My names Theren Dotsk. Retired adventurer. And you are?"
Nick staggers to his feet and grabs Mauric, lifting him in his arms. "Not leaving you here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I’m Nai Mezoge. Writer, tap dancer, bard, lots of stuff.”
”Oh no you don’t.” Mauric shakes free, looking truly murderous. “I’m gonna kill these guys first. Run along.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Pleasure to meet you." he says, shifting his guitar and holding out a hand.
A golden aura flares around Nick as he grabs their shoulders. "It's not worth it. Trust me."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She shakes it. “Let me guess, you’re staying at the Lord’s Rest?”
”Not… revenge…” He grins. “…I hate… to waste…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.