Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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He hears a knock at the door
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He looks at it curiously
"Chicken" They say with what sounds like a smile
After a second he nervously opens the door
Gravedigger walks in and observes the damage
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
The space within the circle seems to crack like ice, and Thirteen rises up from it.
“Oh really? Cool!” Mauric takes a small pouch off of his belt. “Say, you want me to add something to 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.
"O-oh, hello..." the place doesn't look as bad, most of the trashed stuff sweeped up
"That's... interesting" He tilts his head
"Depends on what it is." They shrug
"You did a good job cleaning up"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
“What day is it?!” He says frantically.
“It’s a crocus-based spice originating from Evereska.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"T-thanks. Took me a w-while"
He looks at the sun for a few seconds, "Tuesday."
"Oh, sounds exotic. How much?"
“I’M TWO DAYS OFF!” Thirteen swears violently in what doesn’t sound like any recorded language and tears off in the direction of the inn.
“I have some useful contacts who can get me this stuff for cheap. Let’s say… seven gold? This stuff could easily go for twenty in a Tethyrian market.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Aspen follows curiously
Argent nods, pulling out some coins
"you should take a break"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Wassup nerds*
Theren has vanished.
Phoenix is in the tavern drinking tea.
Nick is still in the woods causing huge spikes in magical energy
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"B-but it needs to be d-done...."
A bright and cheery halfling with copper hair that slightly fall in front of his left eyes walks along the path to the tavern. He is dressed in a dress shirt, a brown vest, a pair of brown breeches, and has a satchel slung over his shoulder. He hums to himself as he walks, working on a small bronze-colored item in his hands.
Angel is sewing a vest for himself while sitting outside on the roof. He is dressed in a black tank-top, a pair of grey pants, and black boots.
Richard is surrounded by bodies of those who dared to raise their hands to Rory. He licks blood from his golden nails, humming to himself. He is stained from head to toe in crimson, his golden scales glittering in the afternoon sun.
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
Theren has vanished.
Phoenix is in the tavern drinking tea.
Nick is still in the woods causing huge spikes in magical energy
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Lore is looking around for Theren, not understanding where he went to.
Jack waves to Phoenix, a small smile on his face.
The Halfling sensing the magic and looks around, finding Nick. "Hey there bud, are you okay?"
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
He hears heavy footsteps, followed by a saw ripping through flesh and rasping against bone.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels