Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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“I’ll get the periapt.” Thirteen leaves for a moment.
The minotaur pulls his axe loose, but still doesn’t approach. If this being is so powerful, it might be blasphemy to attack.
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 continues to stare at the growing cloud of red mist.
"Can I help you?" Nicks says, voice tripling.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen returns with the periapt of wound closure.
“I am capable of transporting my own meat.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Good. We might have a serious problem Thirteen..."
"I wasn't asking about that Threksos. You're staring at me."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“How serious on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the most severe and 1 being the least severe?”
“My name was not told to you by me, as my recollection suggests.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"We're at a 30 mate."
"I know all beings Threksos."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Oh my. You’re suggesting that this catastrophe’s severity is that that it would even disturb the sanctity of mathematics?”
The Champion is silent at this. Finally he speaks. “I have awoken to a strange place indeed.” And sets back off down the road with the carcass.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yeah. Like world ending."
"And where do you think you're going?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Lovely. And who is the culprit?”
“I do not know the name of the establishment, but in exchange for food I provided them with further stock.” He says humbly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Don't you remember yesterday...the Serpent is here."
"I might need your help."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Oh. Right. Yes. Well, what do we do?”
“What help can you glean from a forgotten warrior in a world of lull?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well, we banish it. Duh."
"How about a battle."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“And how do you propose to do that? We would need holy people, a ritual circle, and all matter of sun-based relics.”
Threksos seems shocked and kneels. “To battle with a god is the highest honor. I am not worthy.”
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 smiles. "Well I know the sun."
"Everyone is worthy. Even when they think they are not." Nick says. "Rise Threksos, warrior of the Sun."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Personally or casually?”
“I have lost my honor in the time I was lost to the world. It is not 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.
"Personally. Poor kid was cursed with the suns power from birth."
"Honor can be regained."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Hmm. That doesn’t sound terrible.”
“I am without the priests of my gods. How can I know what is the path to redemption?”
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 had no control over it."
"Because I can show you the way."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“That does sound terrible.”
“Who are you?”
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 nods, struggling to stand.
"I am Khepri."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.