Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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he still is lifeless
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*yep. also characters*
Theren has collapsed in his room, blood pooling from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.
Phoenix is surrounded by men in all black uniforms, he is beaten black and blue.
Ban has gone berserk in the woods. There are multiple dead people surrounding him.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*why did i forget completely about the second interaction*
“Okay. I just need to wait for him to come to. He’s fine. Probably.”
”What did they do to warrant this?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Suddenly a large Figure rushes in from the Woods, they resemble a Knight almost except they stand large at 6'10 and have a wide frame. A large chainmail cloak covers their body as they rush forward along with a Chainmail hood. A Molten crown seems to have cooled and bonded to its head as it slowly tilts. A single eye peers from their Covered face as they make a groaning sound and Swing what seems to be a Large Greatsword toward the closest Black Suited near Him.
Attack: 14 Damage: 8
Attack: 13 Damage: 8
Small Edit: I hate Unable to Parse Rolls.
Life's amusing and it knows
Therens fingers twitch slightly.
Ban doesn't respond, staring at the ground
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The soldiers open fire with their weapons, dodging the attacks.
Attack: 13 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Welp. Time to have some fun (cracks knuckles)*
A church has seem to have form from out of nowhere. Three figures clad in simple priests outfits and a clerical collar stand on the steps. They wear masks that look almost steampunk, large eyeholes that are covered by thick panes of tinted glass. A filter over the mouth with tubes connected. It's a mess of bronze and copper.
People seem to have came in droves, standing in front of them as one, who is the bigger of the tree, promises miracles and help for this community. He has thick plain gold rings on his fingers that glints in the daylight. His nails are sharp, painted black with little crosses on them.
The crowd in enraptured by these three, the crowd growing slowly as they listen to their words.
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
Thirteen sighs in relief. “At least he’s alive. WHY does this keep happening. I wonder if that demiplane is still in existence. Maybe he could hide there for a bit.”
“Hello? Can you hear me?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*oh if Eito was still here they’d go insane over this*
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 sits up and smiles grotesquely at them. "A demiplane could never hide him Thirteen *[insert their last name here]*"
Ban lashes out, grabbing their neck
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*>:3*
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
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"And the IRS." She shrugs, "We're a legitimate business despite being magic."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*his full birth-given name is thauin kochlakal*
“Well that’s unfortunate. Luckily you already lost a lot of blood and I have most of my spell slots.” Thirteen casts dominate person.
Being a hulking three-meter robotic death machine, this does very little.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Lore knocks on the door, leaning against it. "Hey.. Theren?"
The men are going to need to made a DEX save and then a CON save as the smell of orange peel, cinnamon, and sage fill the air.
The King and his men stand on the treeline, watching Ban with mild interest.
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
"You're preparing meat that better be a clean blade."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
It has no effect. "thauin kochlakal, you should know better."
They feel their metal start to slowly crumple.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“How do you put ‘attack from fell god beyond time and comprehension’ on your taxes?”
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 door creaks open, showing Theren.
DEX: 13 CON: 18
Ban wipes the blood off of his hands, shoving them in his pockets
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
One of the pots in the kitchen is moving around on its own...
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."