Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*sleep is an elusive thing. I just have regular old insomnia*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Y e s :]*
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 have this suspicion that my whole life is just a very well-coordinated Twitch Plays stream but i’ll need more evidence to confirm 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.
*Pfffffft*
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
*aaaaabbbhsbsbdhgggggavababbssdaaaaa*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ello*
*sup*
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*
Thirteen is worriedly watching over Theren.
Threksos is hauling a giant elk body back to the inn.
Caramel is searching for something.
Eito is walking through town, occasionally placing small stone tokens on the ground.
Mauric is laying on the roof, watching the clouds.
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 nerdssss*
Theren is in his room recovering from being possessed.
Phoenix is drinking tea and reading.
Nick is walking around town.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Russ is sitting inside the tavern, smoking and drinking.
Lore is watching over Theren, grumbling to herself.
Vincent is with Antonio, doing laps.
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
*This is for Russ/ Vincent and Antonio. Whichever u wanna do*
There is a huge shadow that falls over the woods, magical energy spiking as a red fog rolls in.
Theren shifts in his sleep, mumbling something.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(good morning)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Thirteen knocks upon the door.
Threksos passes by him, dragging the corpse of a huge male deer.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Come in." he calls, voice raspy.
Nick wrinkles his nose
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen walks in. “Hey buddy, how are you doing?”
Threksos stares at Nick with his sunken red eyes, as though he can see what’s behind the surface…
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Been better." he grumbles
Nick clenches his fists, a golden glow beneath them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Yeah. So, is there any help I can provide you at the moment?”
Threksos slows in the act of dragging, watching what happens next. He is the champion. He is unafraid.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Theren sits up and looks out the window. "Maybe get me healed so I can deal with that."
A glowing gold fist of energy forms around Nicks hands, his eyes going a solid gold.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.