Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*yeah. Its tied into his emotions. That's why when he gets upset the aura flares.*
"No. We don't have any cheese."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*i see*
”Then what are you doing with your lives, people? Have you tasted cheese in all your life?! Ever?!?!” Mauric seems horrified by the very possibility.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yup. Its pretty cool*
One of the troopers look at the commander. "Can I stun him yet. Hes annoying." the commander sighs. "Look, we have tasted cheese. Now if your gonna help us with the wildlife, you can stay, if not, scram."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*yup*
“Oh don’t worry, you’ve already stunned me~ But in all seriousness, why are you just killing every living thing here? It’s not a very fulfilling effort.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Hidden behind the helmet, his confusion is masked by that statement. "We're not killing, just relocating."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“A misunderstanding on my part. What are your plans for this region, 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.
"Keeping peace." he says bluntly. The rest of the troopers, bored by the conversation, leave to go relocate wildlife.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Wait, so you’re like space police?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"In a sense." the troopers says, sitting down
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*GOT TO GO OUT FOR EARTH DAY. I AM SO COLD.*
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
“Cool.” Mauric immediately begins sprinting away. “YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*noice. here are characters btw*
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.
Blitz sighs and goes to the rest of his troopers. "Set up a perimeter. I'm sick of these random folk interfering."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*but that’s on monday*
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 is today for my classes*
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
There is a small parcel left behind from where Mauric was standing. Seems he dropped 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.
*cool*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Blitz picks it up, confused.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It seems to contain something malleable and soft with a crisp exterior, a bit like a really old sponge that dried out.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.