Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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The creature chuckles and straightens its lapels, even as the water on its body freezes and crackles. "Well, I wanted to look nice when I got here. Didn't have a waterproof briefcase, ya see, and wet, barely-movin' fabric tends to mildew, ya' see." He holds out a frozen, long-nailed hand to shake. "Quiet at your service, sir."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*what???????????*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Inn. I meant Inn.*
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
The tiefling chuckles, shaking their hand, "Tycho. Pleased yo meet you"
Quiet smiles. "You seem like a good person, Tycho. Most wouldn't shake that withered, miserable hand." He whips off his coat and places it upon the ground, lifting it up with a flourish to reveal some patio furniture: two chairs and a table with food on it: a barbecue feast, all steaming hot. Then again, in this chill, anything would be steaming hot.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I don't judge on appearance. I mean, that would be the kettle calling the pot black" He grins
"You're quite a pretty'un, even if 'yer a tiefling. And you're not covered in ice, which is a plus." He looks at the feast for a second. "Sorry for the... lack of presentation. Normally I'd invite you in, but I couldn't exactly bring my house, huh?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Why thank you" he smiles, "Well you're offering me food, so I don't mind the lack of presentation"
*never accept food from a monster*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rag is in the kitchen of the Inn, cooking up like a pro, making his signature Deer Stew, also having a conversation with a Tiefling customer(Damian) at the same time, his hands moving with expert skill and speed.
Mauric walks back up out of the basement, covered in a viscous blue fluid and looking exasperated. He throws his glaive to the floor. “I hate spiders.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*anyone who offers me a well made steak isn't a monster tho*
Rag tosses him… well a rag to clean himself up “Everyone does.” He then slides him so lemonade in a large beautiful glass.
*Missed this aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa*
"Well, that is a nice way to think about it." He places his coat on one of the seats and bows, politely gesturing for Tycho to sit.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Also new char.*
Tiefling sitting in an unnaturally dark corner of the Inn, in his seat, his feet on the table, flipping a coin. He has a wide grin on his face. This guy has a scruffy grey beard despite looking in his mid 20s. He’s about above average height and wears very inconspicuous clothes. He is known as Donquixote the Gambler, a swordsman from the underworld with a blade of death and shadow.
*Anyone on?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Got a char intro right there.*
*Cool, I just didn't know if you were still on. I'll interact...*
*WITH BARBEAU*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yay!!!*
A tall, thin "human" with a conventionally handsome (if uninteresting) face with deep, dark eyes strides over with the confidence of someone who owns the place. He's dressed in a strange outfit, a mix between a captain's uniform and a chef's. He carries a sheathed, massively oversized knife on his belt. "Feet off the table." He grumbles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels