Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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You hit the ground. Take 66 bludgeoning 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.
"Oof. That hurt." he grumbles, standing up.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
You are in a foggy, desolate, cracked landscape. A few decaying ferns are the only life here. Rocks litter the ground, a few of them rather large.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Reminds me of home." he quips.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The land is quiet. There’s a faint sound of rushing water. Then, footsteps can be heard.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Who's there?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
You seem to be on top of a hill, and below and beside it is a small river. A yuan-ti malison with completely serpentine features, black scales flecked with white, and green eyes holding a few small fish in a basket is walking beside the water.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hey! You! Can you tell me where I am?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*cut*
The malison, startled, turns to see you. *can Ban speak Abyssal?*
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*
"Yes. Human here. Woah so surprising."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“It is returned? Father has come back to us?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You mean the big snake?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I must tell everyone!” The malison runs off to the west.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(anyone open?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*here’s everyone*
Thirteen is walking back to the Inn, uncomfortable but also with cool new gauntlets.
Caramel is asleep outside.
Mauric is walking through town, whistling jauntily.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Ban follows, keeping up. "So, ah, what's out here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*gtg*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Nothing out here. But there is a small settlement this way. The church and the graves are not far from there, and Father’s Home is at the center. The geysers are east, and the fields are north.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*farvel*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Haha. Passed out.*
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