Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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Theren looks over at the cat and pats their head.
Nick turns sharply, exhaling a small cloud. "I dunno."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Fair enough." He smiles
"Never been there, I'll take your word for it."
<Hello Theren.> The undead cat says telepathically.
”Meh, languages never made sense before, they prob’ly won’t start now.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<Hi Caramel.>
"They dont." he says, looking over at where the voice was coming from
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“…”
<Well if you had, it would be impossible to leave.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<Hello Theren.>
It’s Mauric. “Hello.” He grins.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rory quietly watches the town from the roof, enjoying the sun
"I would say most things aren't impossible if you're strong enough" He jokes
<Can I help ya?>
"O-oh h-hi." he says, quickly stomping out the cigarette.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Eito watches the town with an odd expression on his nonexistent face.
<No, like, if you attempt to use portals to escape, demons will butcher 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.
"Do you have something on your mind my friend?"
He shrugs, clearly not convinced of this, "I haven't met a mean demon before
<Yes. I’ve been asking various forest creatures, and you’re here, so… you haven’t seen any bizarre lanky masked creatures, have you?>
”Nah, you don’t have to stop on my account.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<No. I havent. Why?>
"O-oh ok.." he says, still not lighting another one
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Just thinking.”
<Incubi aren’t exactly demons. I’m more referring to creatures like nalfeshnee or something.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<They might be here. I honestly don’t think they are, but if so they’re very dangerous.>
“Come on, buddy! I’m not some kind of formal guy or nothing…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Ani tilts his head curiously, "Whats an Incubi?"
<What sorta danger are we talkin about?>
"Its fine. it was almost gone anyways."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<Never mind.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<End of the multiverse if all of them are gathered in one place.> She says casually.
”Oh okay.” Mauric sits next to 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.
<Sounds right on point for me...> he grumbles
Nick feet are kicking out over the ledge a bit as he stares out over the rooftops.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<Yeah. At least I don’t have any bodily fluids, so Dadais wouldn’t hurt me.>
“So how’d you end up here?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.