Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*I kinda wanna focus on my character being consumed rn*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen roars in fury, throwing a sunburst at the god.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
CON: 24
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*cut*
Take half of 32 radiant damage.
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 god hisses angrily and lashes out.
Attack: 25 Damage: 26
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen casts sunburst a second time after running back from Apep to gain some distance.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
CON: 28
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Oof, fail. Take 36 radiant damage. Apep is now blinded.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Apep hisses, looking as if he's about to speak. But is cut off by something moving in his gullet.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“THEREN!!!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Apep lets out a roar as his head is launched into the air, Theren balanced on the neck, the twin swords in his hands glowing with magical energy, Theren himself is surrounded by a dark aura.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“YES!” Thirteen runs to the head, using his final spell slot to cast sunburst once more on the head.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
As the head is disintegrated Theren lands next to them. "That worked?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I is sleepy*
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 am as well :P )
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
“Hopefully so.” Thirteen examines the spot where the head was.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Jefferson grumbled to himself as he chiffonades parsley and rosemary for a vegetable soup. His staff mull about, hurrying their work along less their head chef be enraged. The dining room is packed with all types of people from different realms.
Lore is mulling over books and texts about the Chaos God. She and about twenty different clones of herself.
Russ is humming to himself as he walks around town, watching people quietly.
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
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A familiar figure in a red overcoat walks into the restaurant.
Mauric is leaning against a building, seemingly at peace.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.