Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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She curls up beside him. <I would give you a big long speech but who am I to tell you how to live?>
“How cursory. What kind of magic?”
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 sits up with a groan. "I hate speeches." he grumbles. "They usually end up with someone dead."
"Arcane stuff. I dunno really."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<What kinds of speeches have you been attending?>
“Can I see?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Not ones you wanna see."
He nods, hand lighting ablaze.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<What were they about?>
Thirteen walks over and looks at some of the books.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"One last fight. Always ends up with someone dead."
There is a lot about learning magic and about great wizards.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<Oh. I see what you mean.>
“Hey, is Heward in here? He’s a friend of mine.” Thirteen asks Phoenix.
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 nods, drinking deep.
"Dunno, probably."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<…want to hear a joke?>
“That’s good. And also, if you want to be a wizard, I can help.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"What's the joke?"
"Yeah? how so?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
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
*Nice. Kinda wanna interact with Ban lmao*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<It’s pretty bad. Are you sure you want to hear it?>
”Well I’m a wizard. A pretty good one if I do say so myself.”
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 go ahead."
"Huh. So it'd be like a master and apprentice sorta thing?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Here you go.*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
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
<Okay. What’s an archaeologist?>
“Not exactly… more like a regular student-teacher relationship.”
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 watches the man from his seat in the grass. He takes a swig of his bottle and mumbles. "Looks like a holy knight."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*this fills me with joy*
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 he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
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 Ban's voice and looks over. He bows his head and chuckles lightly.
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