Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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"People expect so much of me."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“My cat told me about your plight. She was quite worried that her interference had worsened your situation.”
Mauric quickly pays for his own hot dog. “This better be good…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hmm... need something to relax?" He offers
"Its..... not like it would have gotten.any better without her."
"I find that it is very chewable" He grins
He nods, wiping his eyes a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Richard walks inside the shrine. His pristine priest's robes, a mockery of what Rory wears, are stained crimson. He sighs and takes it off, throwing it to the ground. The entire expanse of his back is coated in golden scales that glitter in the low light. He lights a sparkling cigarette, inhaling the glittery smoke and exhaling it through his nose.
William is also coated in the fluids to provide life to humanity. Hos eyes are wild, angry. His slices open the neck of a man with one fell slip of his gutting knife. "(GP) disgusting piece of trash you are." He snarls, baring his sharp teeth. His own skin is coated in bruises, showing what a fight it was.
Jack is outside, wiping the trickling stream of crimson from his nose. A woman, tall and with long wild black hair, picks him up by the neck and raises him in the air. "It's funny how you think if you hide in any other body, I won't find you."
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
*idk choose one, im very low on energy*
theren is bawling his eyes out in the woods.
Phoenix is looking at an old photo.
Nick is smoking a cigarette on a rooftop
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Richard walks outside and spies Nick. He walks over, climbing up. "Hello there."
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
He turns, blowing a small puff of smoke. "Hey."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Richard leans against the railing. He didn't bother to tie up his robes, one side currently slipping down his shoulder. He exhales sparkling smoke into a air like fire.
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
He offers a cigarette, "Try this out, fey Tabasco"
Rory lightly smacks Richard's arm, "Hey, no smoking in the shrine. It's rude." He huffs, leaning against the wall
"can i help you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I promised i wouldn't smoke anymore..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Uncle Pastel is riding through town on a float made of cake while he and various fairies throw scoopfuls of sweetmeats to the people below.
(For those who don't know, sweetmeats are candy, candied fruits and their peels, roasted nuts, and all sorts of other little treats.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hm.... I can understand that. We all have our limits in what we'll use." He nods
He nods, still trembling as he wraps his arms around his legs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The rabbits ear twitches slightly, "Got any other methods for getting rid of that stress then?"
He shakes his head no
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Jeez, not prepared at all." He says, rubbing the back of his neck for a moment, "Do you have someone you like being around?"