Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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“I’m a chef. A really really good one, as many a customer of my old place would agree.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"That's fun," Barachiel rolls a coin across his knuckles. "Have you put in an application?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
“Well it’s only been two months, and they don’t have any openings. Best to wait. But how about you?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Kosa helps the best he can, using mage hand. “Was all of this really necessary? I’m sure the reaper loves your work.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The coin flies straight upwards, as if pulled by a magnet. It disappears into the rafters.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*we are outside*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Whoops. The coin flies into the branches of a nearby tree.*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"I did a big job a while back. I've been living off of the earnings for a while now."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Barachiel's face snaps upward. "Who..."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
“You’re a thief?”
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 garbled voice from the mech speaks. "I will bear no doubt in my mind that my enemies are not vanquished." He pulls out a huge flamethrower, and the vents on the mech start to whir. "I'd suggest standing back."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Sitting in the tree is a shorter figure with a rabbit mask and what looks to be a newly ironed black three piece suit. They snicker a little, tossing the coin up and back down. On their side is a beautiful rapier in a black leather holster, and on the other side a revolver. Their hair is short and curly, a speckled dark ginger color.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Kosa sighs and disappears, reappearing by the tavern door. “I’m half expecting an entire arcane canon to appear on that thing at this point.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Who are you?" Barachiel stands up.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"No. It was a different type of crime."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
“Well now you’ve piqued my interest. Did you take a hit on a king or something?”
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 flicks the coin back up and down again, before pocketing it. “Me? I’m no one really. Ferhis, if you really need a name.” Ferhis leans forward on his elbows. “You’re an angel. I don’t see much of those around anymore.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The mech's vent accelerate to a whine, and the fans on the inside become a blur. The tubes connecting the flamethrower to a tank on the mech's back tremble, and a huge belch of fire is shot forth, incinerating the bodies in seconds. The noise is deafening, and it seems to end too quickly. The vents still whir, but the air shimmers in the space around them. You can imagine the fireman inside of it smiling.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Another angel. Pay was honestly not enough though."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Barachiel grits his teeth. "How do you know? I have no wings, no other markings. This keeps on happening!"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.