Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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I trust you. I see you speak the truth
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
As long as you are in the tavern, you can't be forced to leave
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
It is, very unique
"If you want to take a way, I feel like the forest is quite a good place to do so. And don't worry about other people disrupting your journey."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I'm alive.*
William is pacing around his kitchen. He knows DAMN WELL that Sytosc is not fine, the man literally told him that, but it's more the feeling that he CARES that Sytosc is not well. He sighed and pulled out a Creme Brulee from the fridge, alongside a torch, and began to caramelized sugar on the tops of them as he talked to himself in grumbling times.
Richard was unhappy. No, that wasn't the word he is looking for. He is enraged with a splash of melancholy. Watching Rory smoke should've made him happy, to see his obsession was finally giving up but instead he felt a pang of worry on the inside. This enraged him greatly, he was not meant to worry. That was for the mortals and angels. He paced around the rooftops, grumbling to himself while he fanned out his beautiful golden wings.
Brand, like most demons, had a soft spot for those who were miserable. He enjoyed watching them suffer, it was delicious. But watching his former lover convince himself he was cursed and nothing made his skin crawl like maggots were underneath his flesh. He hated that he even felt anything towards him, they had broken up a long time ago. He sat in the tavern bar, drinking shot after shot. The bartender looked concerned because, due to Brand, almost all his liquor was gone.
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
*im here, i was so busy today*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*characters just in case*
Caramel is exploring the Ivory Tomb.
Eito is looking to purchase weapons of mass destruction.
Mauric is thinking deeply as he paces up and down the streets of town.
Threksos is scoping out the forest.
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 pacing around his kitchen. He knows DAMN WELL that Sytosc is not fine, the man literally told him that, but it's more the feeling that he CARES that Sytosc is not well. He sighed and pulled out a Creme Brulee from the fridge, alongside a torch, and began to caramelized sugar on the tops of them as he talked to himself in grumbling times.
Richard was unhappy. No, that wasn't the word he is looking for. He is enraged with a splash of melancholy. Watching Rory smoke should've made him happy, to see his obsession was finally giving up but instead he felt a pang of worry on the inside. This enraged him greatly, he was not meant to worry. That was for the mortals and angels. He paced around the rooftops, grumbling to himself while he fanned out his beautiful golden wings.
Brand, like most demons, had a soft spot for those who were miserable. He enjoyed watching them suffer, it was delicious. But watching his former lover convince himself he was cursed and nothing made his skin crawl like maggots were underneath his flesh. He hated that he even felt anything towards him, they had broken up a long time ago. He sat in the tavern bar, drinking shot after shot. The bartender looked concerned because, due to Brand, almost all his liquor was gone.
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
Mauric pushes open the back door. “Hey boss, what’s wrong?”
Threksos steps into the inn, heralded by loud clattering from his stone ornaments. He takes out a few green onions and begins eating, eyeing Brand now and then.
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 sighs and sets down the torch. "A... Friend of mine, he's not well."
He doesn't seem to notice Threksos walking in, despite the noise from the stone ornaments, but does smell the onion and whips his head around. His pure white eyes narrowed as his inky black skin glints in the lights of the tavern. (He looks like Spawn kinda from DC)
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
“Really? What’s up with him? Is there anything I can do to help?”
Threksos stares back. He shifts slightly.
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 am returned my friends, how are y'all?*
*pretty good, sorry for not being active today*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*it's fine, I was pretty quiet today too*
"No. Not really. He is... Complicated." He said and ran a hand through his hair.
Brand snorts, chuckling to himself before drinking back another shot.
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
“How complicated? ‘Cause I’d argue everyone here is at least a bit complicated…”
Threksos slowly unshoulders his greataxe. He would not be intimidated. He was the Champion.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*LETS MURDER! ALRIGHT PULL YO HATCHETS OUT!*
Theren is standing amidst a few dead owlbear corpses.
Phoenix is standing in a mercenary camp, a few mercs dead around him.
Nick is cornered in an alleyway, his golden aura flaring as 3 thugs and him get into combat.
The Stormtroopers are engaged in combat with the native wildlife.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*why are thugs always after Nick??*
A massive minotaur in ancient attire with many stone ornaments chained and pierced through his wide horns holding a sacred greataxe approaches behind them. “Excuse me.” He says in a deep growl.
The sound of whistling echoes through the wood.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.