Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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*Because....uh....idk. Backstory I'm working on*
The thugs turn. "Stay outta this." one says.
Some troopers turn towards the noise
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*fair enough*
”Well, I’m a bit lost, you see.” He says, lifting the greataxe. “I’ve been frozen in time for 2000 years. But if I’m correct-” He swings the greataxe violently at the thug.
Attack: 9 Damage: 27
“-it’s not very courteous to harass an innocent.” He finishes.
Soft footsteps on the dry leaves herald the approach of someone toward the direction of the troopers.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The thugs dodges the attack. Nicks aura glows brighter. "STAY OUTTA THIS!"
The troopers raise their blasters, ready for an attack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“No, thank you.” Threksos shakes his head, and rushes at the assailants.
Attack: 18 Damage: 18 bludgeoning damage.
Mauric steps from behind the trees. “Oh, hi! I didn’t know anyone else was out here. Kindly don’t shoot, though.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
One takes the hit, staggering. Nick glares at them and shouts. "I MEAN IT! BACK OFF!" his aura is glowing like a miniature sun.
"WHo are you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Threksos steps back slightly, but doesn’t retreat. “I am a warrior. It is my duty.”
He grins to them. “The name is Mauric Tabrahain. I’m just takin’ a walk like I do every day.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Then your gonna be scorched like a piece of bacon!"
"This territory is marked by the galactic empire."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I can handle anything.” He attempts to behead the second thug.
Attack: 14 Damage: 12
”Oh really? I’ve been here many times, and this is news to me. How can an empire even span a galaxy? The sheer logistical problems with that statement alone… and then resource distribution and languages and culture shifts…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(morning)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
The attack misses. *DEX save please*
"We have more people than you could ever dream of."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*hi!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
9
“Something in the vein of… 100 quadrillion or so?”
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 was a miserable fail*
There is a light as bright as a supernova as flames wash over everything. Take 33 fire dmg
"No. But our resources are vast."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A pittance for the Champion. But, he does wisely decide to make a tactical retreat. The holy one can handle this.
Mauric looks mischievous. “Oh really? You guys got magareći sir?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Nick staggers a bit, the thugs burnt like crispy bacon
"Probably."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*what is nick’s deal man???*
“AWESOME!” Mauric exclaims. “Can I buy it off you? It’s impossible to find here, probably due to the lack of Serbia…”
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's my special cursed boyo. Honestly I have a rough backstory for him right now*
"What? no. We don't have it with us."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*do tell*
“Oh. Do you have anything but that fake plastic armor and those toy guns 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.
*When he was born his parents ticked off the gods and so they decided to curse Nick with a great power.*
There is a loud blaster firing sound as the earth at Maurics feet is suddenly scorched. "Does that look fake to you compadre?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*this power seems pretty sick rn, what’s cursed about it? the lack of direct control over it?*
”Nooooo…” Mauric responds warily. “But do you have any cheese at all? ‘Cause if not I don’t know what we’re doing here.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.