Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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"Most interesting... reminded me of friend of mine... a gardener of their own, so to say. Well, Josiah, how do you decide what to plant where?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"If they grow, they grow."
"There is an old parable, and I would like to share it. I took it literally, but I also took it for its metaphorical meaning. 'A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up.Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop—a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown.'"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*fun fact, that’s my second favorite parable*
Raphael nods on it, reflecting. “And what do you feel should be taken away from it?”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"There are many ways faith can fail to take root. Choked out by the hardships of life, taken away by evil, or the recipient just not being in the right mindset to accept it. It is because of this parable that I do not try and force my religion on people. I can teach them, but I cannot force them to learn."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“And what religion might that be?”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*...*
*I...*
*...Need a minute to work on this...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*sure*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I gotta go now*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hi*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*(crawls out of hole)*
*G O O O O O O O D M O R N I N G :3*
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
*salutations*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Fos was wading around the shallow ends of the lake she emerged from. The inky black darkness still bubbled in the center of the waters, looking like a hole under the waves.
She was trying to find small fish, cupping them gently in her webbed hands and studying with with child-like wonder. Her ear fins flapped back and forth as her freckles glowed bright yellow.
She let the small fish go, grinning a chipped tooth smile. She waved at the small fish as it swam back to safety amongst the reeds and lake grass.
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
*good morning. I am sporadic today*
Theren is almost to the point of being passed out drunk.
Phoenix is in his room reading.
Nick is outside sitting in a tree.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hey buddy! How're besides that?*
*Thinking about making a character type i haven't done in forever. A sports character.*
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
*meh, I'm fine ig. Also sports character? That's interesting*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Kinda hard to make into a character but I have an idea.*
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
*Nice! Do you wanna rp in the meantime?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I FINISHED MY HISTORY EXAM WOOOOO&*
Caramel is pacing angrily in Theren’s vicinity, ranting in unintelligible cat speech.
Eito is looking for a place to purchase alchemist’s fire in town.
Mauric is hiding in a back room in the Inn from Raphael.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Calm down." theren grumbles
Nick pops in. "Are you ok?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<NO! That ungrateful fool left me here! I’ve been covering for him since the minute he left the Inner Planes! He can’t handle social interactions! Would he be friends with Heward or have made amends with Yuberon without me? NO! He thinks I can’t handle it, but he can barely handle walking outside!> Caramel hisses furiously.
“…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.