Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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“Are you criticizing my abilities?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"yes." he says, with a sharp grin
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles back. “You’re a real pain, you know 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.
*loneliness*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(back)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"How so?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(anyone want to rp?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Sure. here's who I've got*
Theren is inside grumbling miserably about the rain.
Phoenix is in his room laying on his bed.
Ban is on the roof enjoying the smell and sound of the rain.
Deep in the forest the Empire lays defeated, except for one trooper. His armor is cracked and caked in mud. A heavy blaster rifle is on his back as he trudges through the debris of the battle.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I was joking. I guess you can help but be careful. The roof’s slippery.”
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 sees Gravedigger burying the bodies
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"i've got great footing." he says, grabbing a few plants. "Where do ya want em."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The troopers ducks behind a tree, hefting the blaster off of his back.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Gravedigger doesn't seem to have noticed him
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
“Just put em by the door. I can take them after that. Thanks so much.”
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 trooper takes deep breaths as he crouches down and aims at gravedigger.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ban nods, moving the plants there, continuing to do so until they are all by the door.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Gravedigger sighs and sits down on a stump, sticking his shovel into the ground next to him.
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Mauric hops from the roof and lands flawlessly. “Well thanks a lot for that.” He begins taking them back to his room.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"FOR THE EMPIRE!" The troopers yells, opening fire.
Attack: 17 Damage: 28
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Course!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.