Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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Theren grunts in pain, still holding on tightly. "I will follow you to the ends of the earth, and protect you no matter what. I would never intentionally hurt you."
Phoenix puts a cake into the oven.
Morgott raises his blade, not letting go.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I am truly sorry.” He says quietly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Research death then tarnished."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“THAT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE!!!!”
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 are you and why do you care?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"In your death you ghost may research the afterlife." he grumbles Attack: 29 Damage: 26 Attack: 23 Damage: 32
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I am the necromancer mentioned in the note that Sister Flores left behind.”
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 prince skillfully dodges out of the way of both attacks, and quickly draws a sigil in the air which warps the world around it, and it appears 60 feet away, behind their opponent.
they cast Raulothim’s psychic lance. DC 23 intelligence saving throw, taking 24 psychic damage in a failure and being incapacitated until the Prince’s next turn, or taking half on a success and not being incapacitated.
She weeps into his shoulder, her fighting stopping as she grips on to his shirt.
As he does so, he feels a presence behind him. The room seems to fall away. A young man, about 17 or 18, stands behind him. He has short black hair that is swept back, fair skin, and a scar down his lip. His eyes are heterochromatic, one being blue while the other is orange. He wears a set of black leather armor and carries a sword that looks like Jack's. "I remember this cake.. you made it for me on my 13th birthday." He said, his tone cold.
He sighs and narrows his eyes "Put down your sword."
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
"Y-you can bring her back?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The corpses on Cadmus’s back glow. 2 specters occur.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
INT: 31
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hello?*
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
“Well, yes, but not in the traditional sense. I must first capture her soul, then assemble a new body manually, animate it, and transfer the soul into that body. I’ve done something similar to this intentionally once, but unintentionally… twice.”
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 holds her tightly
"Who the hell are you?"
"Never. Tis an insult."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Your ghosts will fall as well." Attack: 19 Damage: 31 Attack: 25 Damage: 36
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Caramel the undead cat walks over to the campfire.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"P-please I beg of you..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She hugs him tightly as if melding herself to him.
"Your son, well.. in another 20 to 25 years.." He shrugs.
He sighs and backs a foot away, he summons a shadowy blade into one hand, made from the spaces of realities. "Do ye just insist on hurting anyone who comes in here?"
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...i'm sorry dear.."
Phoenix doesn't look surprised. "So you're the one the cat told me about..."
"For my Lord Godfrey I must!" Attack: 29 Damage: 28 Attack: 22 Damage: 32
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.