Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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He nods. "Sure am."
"Whaddya mean waste?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Me too! Makes you wonder why they haven’t opened a second location, with all the business they’re getting.”
“Every part’s… useful. Why take one-” Mauric slashes the glaive at the downed thug violently (Attack: 20 Damage: 11) “-when I can have three?”
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, well I'm pretty sure its locally owned."
Nick grabs his chin and forces him to look him in the eyes. "Stop. This murder is not worth it."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Oh really? I’ve never seen the owner. Who knows, maybe it’s the Lady of Pain.”
Mauric smirks at him. “Fine. I’m droppin’ the glaive, pretty boy…”
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 shrugs. "Maybe."
Nick flushes red, the golden aura fading. "Good."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“But the Lady of Pain herself might be older than the gods! Granted, this isn’t Sigil…”
”Okay. And as for you…” Mauric turns to the restrained thugs. “Mess around with me or him and you will. Be. Dead.”
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've seen worse things in my time." he says, smiling a bit. Now that she is closer she can see old scars and worry lines on his face and arms.
The thugs nod, clearly frightened. Nick grabs Maruics arm and drags him away.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*cut*
“Worse than an immortal woman who can turn your shadow into swords that immediately impale you in every body part?”
Mauric is more or less limp the whole way back.
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. "I've died 4 or 5 times. Come back to life from the deepest depths of the 9 rings. Nothing scares me anymore."
Nick heals them once they are back at the inn. He looks worried
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“W-wow.” Nai seems staggered by this. “What’s it like? T-to die, I mean.”
”Save your breath, pal. I’m fine.” He murmurs.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Its frightening. You see the worry on your friends faces as the world goes blurry..."
"No. No your not." he growls.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(hello)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
“And… after that?”
“Come onnnn, you healed me, and I didn’t butcher those [gp]s, what more do you want?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You sit where you land for a while or find a way out."
"There is inner turmoil with you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Nai still seems confused. “…what do you mean by landing?”
“Yes. That’s true. What tipped you off, the attempted triple homicide?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Like in the 9 rings, ethereal plane, etc." he says simply.
"Yes. The murder. The eagerness."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Oh. Is there anyone else there?”
Mauric chuckles. “Oh that. It’s kinda like… a rage. I have more than a few problems. But I’m not a barbarian or anything, just a chef.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Plenty of people. I...I don't like talking about it though.."
"Rage is ok. It just cant be unchecked."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Sorry.” Nai falls silent.
”What’re you, my mother? No, the aura, the gold, the spiritual advice… you’re an angel, aren’t you?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Its fine. Just a lot of trauma."
"Nope. Just a regular dude with some sympathy."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.