Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*like my bones hurt?
"Don't die. how many times have I heard that..." he grumbles.
"no its not! I killed them!" he says, voice raising a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Jack flinches for a moment but hugs back even tighter, tears beading up in the corners of his eyes.
Antonio takes a deep breath and sits on the ground, a bit away from Nick. He makes sure Nick can see him but is nowhere within leaning reach of touching him. "I know.. Do you think you can take some deep breaths for me?"
Two of them feel the fog writhe up in their armor and suddenly go down their throats. They have all the oxygen in their lungs sucked away, a gruesome death.
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
They seem to smile back, tho as usual the mask doesn't show it. They walk over to angels table, "May I sit?"
Rory stumbles a little, dropping some stuff. He sighs, kneeling down to pick it up, "Gods, not my month..."
"Hon, what's wrong..."
Nick glares at them, irises gold, like the aura. "You don't get it. You're used to killing. You're soldiers."
The troopers collapse as the rest turn on their airtight suit functions.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Of course!" He beams "My name is Anthony but you can call me Angel." He says.
Richard appears besides him, picking him up. He snaps his fingers and the items put themselves in the bag. "Are you okay?" He asks.
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
Four minutes pass.
”Shhh.” Mauric pats his back and holds him close.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"yeah. sure is fast all right."
His aura flares, forcing him backwards.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I miss you.." he mumbles into Phoenix's shirt.
"I know that. Which is why I'm putting myself in your mindset. I just killed some people which is wrong but they, obviously, were going to hurt you. What I see now is self defense." He explained.
Angel appears, like a light around the darkness. "Hello there. Happy to see me again?" He asks, smiling gently.
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
"I miss you too." he says, kissing their head.
Nicks hands ball into fists. "I don't think you can understand."
"SET TO LETHAL!" one troopers shouts.
Attack: 13 Damage: 21
Attack: 24 Damage: 18
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Argent" They say, sitting down at the table, absentmindedly tracing the grain kf the wood, "Nice to meet you"
"I.... I don't know right know" He sighs, looking more tired than usual as he picks back up the bag "Thank you"
(hello?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Caramel returns, sprinting up with a periapt of wound closure in her mouth. <Got it!>
Mauric stands back up, and attempts to approach. “It’s alright. You were defending yourself.”
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 a vaili haven't seen in a minute."
"NO! NO ITS NOT OK!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Caramel is running to the Inn to get Thirteen’s periapt of wound closure he left for just such an occasion.
Eito is trying to figure out how to make some kind of explosive or combustible substance.
Nainai is writing.
Mauric (in this timeline) is walking back to the Inn from the Red Plate.
The ancient seal of the forest has broken. The slab has been moved away. The well is open.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Jack hugs back even tighter, if that's even possible.
Antonio smiles gently "I spent five years as a friend to Vincent. Then after he had an incident, I spent another five learning psychology and intense emotion response. I have seen many a thing. Some of them civilians, some of them in the army with me. Some of them my enemies. I want to help you, because Vincent sees you as a friend and if he see's you as one, then I do too"
A shield made from black smoky energy forms suddenly, deflecting the fire. He chuckles "I am going to make one thing very clear so it's best to listen now. You are going to take me to your leader or commander and I am going to talk with them. If you don't do this, I can assure you that I will make your death painful and very very slow."
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
"What's your mask made from?" Angel asks, tilting his head.
"Anything for you." He said and walks back to the shrine.
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
"Ok ok. Crushing me."
The aura fades a bit as Nick slumps against the bench. "I'm sorry....i-i didn't m-mean to snap at you..."
The troopers look at one another before nodding. "Make the smoke go away and we will."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Caramel attempts to put the item on him, and succeeds after a few attempts. Healing magic washes over you.
“Okay. Honestly, you’re right. It isn’t okay, but that doesn’t mean we can’t do something rational. Things aren’t good now, but they’re going to BE okay.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Cool." he grumbles, sitting up
He aura pulses brighter, forcing them further back. "NO ITS NOT! I MURDERED THEM!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.