Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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“Yeah right.” He scoffs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She meows loudly to get his attention.
A figure in a suit of plate armor is breaking boughs off a fallen tree.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Believe what you want birdy, why'd ya crash into the ground?"
“Hey. Kitty…” he gently scratches the cats ears
”woahhhhhh.” Leo mumbles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Got kicked outta heaven.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<Hello Theren. How've you been?>
She doesn't notice him, gathering the brush under one arm and turning to leave.
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 kitty can talk..?”
Leo tells festus to stay put and starts to follow her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He chuckles, "Looks like literally" He says, offering a hand
<Look, I understand we may not be on the best of terms, but you can't tell me you've forgotten me.>
She eventually makes it back to her camp. A small A-frame tent faces a sizable fire with an anvil on one side of it and a large, filled basin on the other.
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…I don’t know who you are…” he says genuinely
”hey!!” Leo says, stumbling through the woods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*heck it! I'm making a priest again >:]*
<Well then. Let me go get someone.> Caramel runs back to the inn.
"Oh! Hi!" She throws the brush onto the fire. "What are you doing out here?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*sorry I’m off and on this. I’m at work rn-*
theren stays there, idly rocking back and forth and humming to himself
”well I saw you stumbling around and followed you and saw the anvil and are you a tinkerer?” He says rather quickly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*no problem dude*
Thirteen runs out. "Alright. What's the earliest thing you can remember?"
"Not really. I'm just a metalsmith. I make a lot of armor, which you could probably tell."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*characters for rn,*
Tycho is heading back to town from the woods, humming to himself
Sebastion is slowly eating some food at the Inn
-intros in the making-
“I…..I don’t know…who are you…?”
”yeah no kidding.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hello, everybody.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Thirteen. I’m a wizard and you’re in grave danger. So I need to know.” Persuasion: 7
“I mean, if I don’t wear it I die, so…”
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 wish this tavern were more active these days.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
If anyone pays attention to the scent in the air, it smells of fear, blood, and oregano. William is currently dicing up fresh oregano in his kitchen while a body of a rather horrible man is hung on a meat hook a few feet away. William seems to be talking to him as he dices the herb. The man seems barely conscious, already lost a lot of blood.
Donn is sitting outside, in the trees watching the people of the town from it. He holds a golden pipe in one hand, curling smoke bring exhaled from his maw. His tails flick back and forth quietly
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