Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Caramel sits beside him. <You’re gonna kill yourself, you know.>
Eito walks over to Phoenix. “You are acquainted with the usage of powder weapons, correct?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*nope :3*
They carefully wnvelope one kf the paella in their hand
*is oki ^^*
*my characters are above if ya wanna pick out a specific one*
Make a CON save. Mauric grins widely at him. “How is it?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Thas the point." he says with a slight slur.
"Yeah. why?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Nick appears again. "Rory..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They mimic chewing for a few seconds before bluntly saying in a wobbly voice, "I do not have taste buds"
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Caramel leaps onto the counter. <You desire death?>
“…I need to know where to purchase large varieties of gunpowder.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
You don’t feel strange yet. Make a second CON save. “Yeah, that’s true.” Mauric realizes.
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 I'm being honest, yes."
"I dunno where kid."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It has nice consistency though." They nod
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(is anyone open?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
<That’s not good. I’ve heard the petting of cats has a calming effect.>
“Kid? I’m no kid. But, still, do you know where I might acquire explosives?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<That’s not good. I’ve heard the petting of cats has a calming effect.>
“Kid? I’m no kid. But, still, do you know where I might acquire explosives?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Oof. You are now poisoned.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*[pick up]*
*soft tacos*
Splot droops a little but doesn't seem bothered
"Mn, so does drinking."
"Nope."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“You alright?” Make one last save.
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 feel acidic"
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