Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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"magic user..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“What of it?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Nothing..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Well thank you for rescuing me anyway. In all honesty, I don’t know what attacked me. But I plan to. You would do well to stay on your guard. Though I doubt that you weren’t before now.”
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 the cargo ship approached the harbor, the crew on board were eagerly anticipating a break stop. After docking, they all headed to the nearby tavern, where they packed themselves together in a jubilant celebration of a recent pay raise.
Amidst the crowd, there stood a man, standing tall on a table, his pint in hand. He was a striking figure, with short auburn hair, well-groomed facial hair, and a well-defined mustache. His fair complexion was marred by scars, but his bright blue eyes and freckled cheeks gave him a boyish charm. He was dressed in a blue sweater and light grey overalls, and his left leg was a prosthetic, which did not seem to hinder his energy or enthusiasm.
As he sang his heart out, tapping his foot to the rhythm, the entire tavern was mesmerized by his performance. He was a living example of the resilience of the human spirit, and his cheerful demeanor was infectious.
"Come get your duds in order 'cause we're bound to cross the water
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
Come get your duds in order 'cause we're bound to leave tomorrow
Heave away, me jolly boys, we're all bound away
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
But now we're bound for old St. John's where all the girls are dancing
Heave away, me jolly boys, we're all bound away!"
The crowd of sailors jumped up and down, their feet tapping to the beat, cheering and drinking like this was their day to die.
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
"We always are. Troopers are about."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Oh. How are you faring in your fight against them?”
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 well. The troopers grumbles. There is then a boom as a huge ship appears in orbit. All the troopers look up at the sky in horror. "It....it cant...that cant be..." a trooper with a heavy cannon says. The troopers that was tending to Thirteen mumbles, "General Grievous..." fear ripples throughout the whole camp.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Want me to help you kill him?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Y-you c-cant...Grievous is way too powerful..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“His limbs are welded on and he has bronchitis.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Y-y-you don't know his power." the troopers stammers.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“What? The Force? Stolen blades from dead templars? He is of no threat to me. Okay maybe some threat. But not much. I doubt he could land a clean hit.”
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's killed more powerful people."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Okay well you’re really ruining the optimism I’m trying to inspire so I’m just going to go and fight him.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(hello)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"O-ok..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen stands gingerly, and heads in the direction of the ship, flipping through his journal.
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 ship is launching drop pods which slam into the earth, depositing all kinds of battle droids.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(anyone open?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin