Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*haberdasheries, make a character, make a backstory, introduce the character, have them do things and interact and stuff, repeat the last step forever*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<a bumbling old wizard slams open the door nearly tripping over himself, scrolls, quils, and books spill out of a starred blue satchel, he pushes his round glasses up his face, and mutters to himself about some ancient rune he has been trying to decipher.>
Melathin The Wise's Character Sheet - D&D Beyond (dndbeyond.com)
In God I Trust
<Fair enough. Would you like any water?>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<Nice to meet you. Don’t go anywhere near the Red Plate restaurant. You might die.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<a bumbling old wizard slams open the door nearly tripping over himself, scrolls, quils, and books spill out of a starred blue satchel, he pushes his round glasses up his face, and mutters to himself about some ancient rune he has been trying to decipher.>
Melathin The Wise's Character Sheet - D&D Beyond (dndbeyond.com)
<he stoops down to pick up his fallen possessions then suddenly jumps up standing straight and shouts " I'VE GOT IT!>
In God I Trust
“Got what?” Inquires a nearby tabaxi.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
William is opening up the Red Plate for the breakfast rush. He is humming as he cooks abyssal eggs in a pan. Unseen Servants work around him. The air smells of pancakes, crepes, fresh fruit, meat, bacon, and spices. People have already walked in, sitting down and chatting idly.
Vincent is outside with Antonio, doing laps around the tavern ground. He looks slightly tired but is smiling for the most part, Antonio cheers him on.
A ship has pulled into the port of the harbor near the tavern. The ship is printed with the name "Nuestra Señora de la Luz" on the side. A man steps off the bridge, dressed in a white cotton shirt with open buttons, a pair of black dress pants, a sweater tied around his waist, and black, ankle-heeled boots. A single gold earring glints in the sunlight. He carries a bag around his shoulder, a satchel of sorts. His skin is the color of honey, his eyes the color of chocolate. His hair is swept back and it and his beard are the color of raven's feathers.
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
<THE CIPHER!! he shouts excitedly, "it's just the same as".....the rest of his explaination is lost as he seems to slip into nonsensical mumbling about history and grammar of different languages hat helped him figure out the puzzle....most of the stupid knowledge is lost on you"
In God I Trust
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Coffee helps more."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Nick watches from a distance.
A ragtag group of stormtroopers eyes the man from under an awning.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<Also fair. Would you like me to just sit here and not talk?>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Oh, my manners, Melathin at your service, he gives you a quick nod...now i must attend to something he conjures up a chair, a bottle of beer and a couple mugs, sits down, and begins reading his books, "ah yes i can finallt understand this jibberish now!. see here! he says to you look at this line....."
In God I Trust
"Please." he says, rubbing his temples
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Vincent sees him and waves, grinning.
The man raises a brow, throwing a warm smile their way.
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