Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
After a few seconds there's a click, and nick is swiftly pulled inside, much to the argument of the horde surrounding the door, who try to get in before rory shuts and locks the door again
"What is going on? Why aren't you opening the door for these people?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Aw [gp], it’s just like that one thing. This is gonna have a beholder in it.” Mauric whips out his glaive, reaches it to its furthest length (about 10 feet out) and pokes the sphere.
”Excuse me ma’am, have you heard of Kasinen? …okay. Sir, sir, have you thought about death? …okay.” Eito continues in this vein for quite some time.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(anyone open?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
The shrinekeeper oddly looks smaller, maybe with how he presents himself, shaking slightly, "I-i can't.... everything's s-still in disrepair"
*yeh*
Thirteen is reading calmly in the common room.
Nainai is in a tree. Why? Who knows.
-slot open-
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"D-do you want me to disperse the crowd for you and then help you clean up?" he asks, taking their hands
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The sphere wobbles a little, but doesn't door much
Getting up off the fountain, they drop onto the ground, pooling slightly before forming back up into a Humanoid shape as they approach Eito
They nod softly, trying to slow their breathing, "I-i don't think t-they'll leave..."
He bares his teeth in a smile/snarl. "I can be very persuasive."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I should get this back to the inn. There’s a bunch of smart people there.” Mauric gets behind the orb and attempts to push it. Strength: 20
Eito sighs ethereally. In one hand they hold a stack of small, thin, circular black stone tokens.
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 stares at him before moving closer quietly.
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
She gently places a paw against him. <How’s that?>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"If you say so..." he says,the blindfold not making the snarl known
He opens the door and closes it quickly. He faces the crowd, face set in a grimace
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Make a con save as he starts rolling the odd sphere
They feel an odd tap on their shoulder, "Evening good, yes?"
The man looks up and raises a finger to his lips. He moves away from Vincent and smiles at Nick. "Hola amigo. Name's Antonio. Pleasures to meet you." He nods "Vincent's in his 'zone', he don't like to be bothered." He chuckled before raising a brow "What can I help you with?"
Lock snarls behind his mask, sprinting now instead of jogging. Romero and Soap have stopped a few meters back, trying to catch their breath.
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
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”AUGH!” Eito whirls around, smoldering brightly and his halo splitting and reforming quickly. “Y-yes.”
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 am going to need a WIS save*
'Good.. I suppose.' a deep, growling voice says.
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