Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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"Slim it nice and calm Caramel." he says with a sigh
"Then why are you hiding?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<I REFUSE TO DO SO!!!!!>
Mauric looks sheepish. “Well, I might have… angered some folks… who shouldn’t have been angered…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Theren picks Caramel up by the scruff of their neck. "Stop."
Nick sits next to them. "Like who?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<Sorry. I will. But I can manipulate my bones if I need to get away, you know.>
”W-well, a priest by the name of Gregory the First, real nice guy…”
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 pinches a nerve in Caramels back, making them go limp.
"Ah... I see."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*WELL HECK- In my goal to make a sports-based character, i managed to create an adorable but HORRIBLY GAY blonde hair, blue eyes man.*
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
(lmao)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*guh*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It doesn’t work. <My body is dead. Completely. My nerves are solid. No wonder he picked you. You’re persistent.>
“…and a halfling who might be a literal angel. But probably not.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Get used to it."
"Do you want me to handle them for you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<Okay, boss. You got it.>
”Nope. It’s my fault they’re mad at me. It wouldn’t be fair.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Theren sets them down
"But...I wanna 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'm trying to think of how to flavor Josiah's heavy armor since I'm going to play him in a campaign. It's gotta be simple, but since I plan on drawing him I want it to look reasonably fashionable. Perhaps he has wards in place of actual armor. That could be cool, but it would be difficult to communicate, at least visually. It's gotta have some sort of heat source incorporated into it, likely by being flammable. I like the idea of him lighting it then rushing into battle.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*HOW DID I GET HIM THIS GAY-*
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
*Why are you yelling--*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<So… what now?>
“Well it’s my mess, I gotta fix it. It’s all good.” He gives Nick a reassuring smile.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Angy at meself.*
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
"wanna drink?"
Nick just nods and pulls his knees up to his chest.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Who?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*There there. -pats back- *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.