Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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He slowly pushes open the door. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to give you some tea.”
“OH GEEZ IT’S YOU I’M SORRY” It says very quickly, panickedly, and robotically.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"It's me again. Have you finally calmed down?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Thanks. I appreciate it." he says sitting up, moving his bruised face into the light
Ban lets go of their hand. "yeah. its me."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Mmm... I thought Kinsley would be around more, but oh well. So how is working down in town?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"That wasn't me gravedigger." Theren snaps through the door
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Time to cause issues :)*
A carriage pulls up the road, towards the tavern. It is made from sleek dark wood that is polished to perfection. Carvings of angels and demons are on the sides, some of them are screaming in pure agony while others are murdering each other. The horses that are leading the carriage have beautiful black hide and manes, their eyes unnaturally purple, amethyst in color.
The carriage pulls to a stop outside the tavern. The door opens and smoke pours out silently, smelling of lavender and sage. A lithe man steps out, a real beauty. He has short, bleach-blonde hair, fair almond-colored skin with a single teardrop mole on his cheek below his left eye, and the light mauve eyes. A pair of black metal stud earrings are pierced in his earlobes. A hand rolled cigarette sits between his lips, the source of the flowery smell.
He wears a black button-up dress shirt, a white vest, and a black dress jacket with black jeweled cuff links over his shoulders. His pants are also part of the dressy trend, a deep jet black. On his feet are a pair of shined black combat boots.
He sighs and looks around, his expression bored. He yawns and a pair of fangs that sit in his mouth glint in the afternoon sun. He rolls up his sleeves and stretches.
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
"Then who was it?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
“I’m sorry you keep getting caught up in these catastrophes.” He hands Theren the cup.
“WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING ALMOST LIKE THE UNIVERSE IS CONSPIRING AGAINST ME HAHA JUST KIDDING”
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 boy. Also if your cool with it can we do a lore and Theren interaction. Lore kinda traumatized him lol*
Ban sits nearby watching the carriage warily.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Another version of myself."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You and me both." he grumbles, sipping the tea.
"Try to put me in your collection again and you wont ever see your collection again." he snarls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yep!*
Lore is keeping her distance from Theren, afraid she caused more issues.
The man glances up at Ban and chuckles "Take a photo, it will last longer."
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
“There is one good thing though, I believe. The other Theren did damage the Nameless God to a degree.”
“VERY SORRY SIR YES SIR”
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 appears behind her, wrapping his hands around her waist. "hey." he mumbles into her shoulder.
Ban smiles a pointed grin. "Nah. I'm good."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"He consumed him." Theren snaps
"Good to hear."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"ah, the rule of duality. How did you get stuck with him?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
She jumps slightly "Hey.. Hi.. Are you okay?".
He raises a brow and exhales smoke "Sure about that?"
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 was captured."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yeah...it was just kinda scary to see you go berserk like that." he says
"Yep." he says, leaning back in his chair and kicking his feet up
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“…yes. Right.”
“Though it’s Father’s collection. Not mine. I am a collector, not a curator.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.