Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*good morning:>*
*I hope you all are well you lovely goobers*
*YEP! Wanna rp?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*back*
“I’m just now realizing I don’t know your name.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Names Ban. Fox sin of Greed."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“…and what exactly does ‘fox sin’ mean?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Just the animal that was tattooed in my side." he says, lifting up his shirt and showing them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Oh come on. Now I got to one up Ban from Seven Deadly Sins. We thinkin Escanor or Geto from JJK?*
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
“Some would consider it a bit rude to take off one’s shirt in a public place. And what does the ‘sin’ part mean? You a demon?”
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 shrugs. "Dunno honestly. Just know I'm immortal and I could kick your plant lovin' behind." he says, lowering his shirt.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Well that’s even ruder.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I'm not tryna be, man." he says raising his hands.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*sure ^^*
Rory is sitting on top of the shrine, looking at the sunrise
Quinn is sat in a tree in the forest, several mercenary type people lie dead under it
Efflore is wandering town, humming a tune to himself
*cut*
“I’m just messing with you. So you’re immortal?”
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 stormtrooper with cracked armor that's caked in mud is walking nearby. There is a huge blaster rifle on his back and something metallic on his hip.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ban nods. "Unfortunately..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“What’s bad about 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.
He looks at them curiously from his perch, tail swishing from side to side. After a moment he drops down, hanging upside down from the tree within the troopers line of sight
"You see so many die and stuff. You see civilizations collapse."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The troopers slings the blaster off of his back, lowering it to his hip. "Who are you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Like which civilizations?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.