Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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CON: 13
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“By killing all that you meet?”
The Prince’s hand begins to make its way to its blank mask, slowly starting to take it off…
He nods and stumbles off.
Phoenix sighs and continues cooking.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She turns into a wolf, suddenly and runs into the woods.
He nods "I like it.. Its sweet."
Both attacks are stopped as a shield materializes in his hand. "You are good but a little too slow. You leave yourself open for attack." His eyes glitter behind his skull mask.
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 nods. "Thou shall fall, just like countless before you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Morgott the Omen King is now paralyzed for 1 minute. Cadmus looks upon him in faint disgust. “Your bloodline should have ended centuries ago.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thirteen teleports away into the woods and begins looking for Ban.
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 curses as he transforms into a hawk and follows her. Once he gets close to her, he tackles her. "LISTEN TO ME PLEASE!"
"Mhm. Its a good fruit."
"kneel before me fool." Attack: 31 Damage: 27 Attack: 28 Damage: 22
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Morgott shifts, the paralysis wearing off quickly. "It shall not." he then attacks with more vigor. Attack: 19 Damage: 38 Attack: 20 Damage: 22
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Rag is cooking his hunted creatures over a open campfire.
Ban is seemingly talking to no one.
The flame martial artist is flying throughout the area.
Damian is tending to his garden again.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Ban is sitting in front of Renes grave, staring at it.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Prince, still slowly removing their mask, says,
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
*wait does he have a passive ability that allows him to do that*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A rather large castle with huge wheels is rolling through an open plain.
Jebidiah is on top of a train, which he is about to start robbing.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
He stands behind him, for once showing a little respect for the dead.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Fall." Attack: 17 Damage: 26 Attack: 19 Damage: 30
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*yup*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ban rubs his eyes before standing up.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She thrashes around as if her life depended on it, teeth bared. She bites into his neck, teeth sinking into the flesh.
Jack nods and watches quietly.
Both are avoided easily again. He disappears and reappears behind him "Come now, you defend honorably but I am not here to harm you or your little chapel." He said and grabbed his blade, throwing it aside STR: 32
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
*doggone it*
The first attack barely misses, but the second one hits hard. “Alright alright, geez, I’m just here to research! I didn’t want a fight!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.