Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*alright. I personally think the Butcher of Gods is just such a cool character, it would be a tragedy if he didn’t come back when he could have*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
'Ugh, that's why so many of them got their heads up their backsides then. Not just regular rich, but mega mega rich. Reminds me of those prissy 'monster hunters' who thought I must be some kinda monster 'cause of where I live. Taught them a decent lesson'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"If it thinks and talks, even if just telepathically, I don't think it counts as a monster." He takes another swig from his flask. "But I'm not in charge of killing, and I don't expect to ever be."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*gtg*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Bye, rat man!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The halfling is brewing a potion out of some of his vegetables and some other reagents. His flask is empty, lying open on the table beside him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*tired.*
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
*wassups nerddssss*
Theren is outside pruning his flowers, humming to himself.
Leo is forging a new chestplate for Festus.
The sorcerer is in the woods fighting a hulking figure. Blood trickles from his forehead and nose as the sorcerer stays in a fighting stance.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Loriche notices the sounds of battle, grabs her pick, and heads to see what’s going on.
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 sorcerer has his fists aligned as he takes a deep breath
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*don’t tell me it’s mahoraga bro*
Loriche casts catapult in a third-level spell slot, targeting a large stone on the ground. It flies toward the hulking figure. Make a DEX save.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
DEX: 24
The sorcerer starts to chant. "With this treasure....I summon....8 grip sword....divergent sila....." he pauses, coughing up blood. "divine general....MAHORAGA!!!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The figure takes 17 bludgeoning damage as the rock cracks and crumbles into pieces. Loriche looks confused. “An eight-handled sword? That seems awfully impractical.”
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 muscular, humanoid figure with four wings, a tail-like appendage, and a pale complexion. It also has four horn-like protrusions from its face and a golden eight-handled wheel that floats above its head. It looms behind the sorcerer, and the sorcerer laughs a bit. "Mahoraga....help me."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Loriche is further confused. “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.
"You cant see him, can you?" the sorcerer asks
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Flint is outside, chilling
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*back sorry*
“Who? The guy I hit with the rock? I can see him, yeah.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Luciano is outside, sketching pictures of plants on a pad of old, yellowing paper. He has his silver hair tied back in a bun, showing off his scarred old skin.
William is hunting an dwarven woman through the woods, but he putting up a fight. He wipes blood from his nose, licking it off his hand while the other one grips his meat cleaver.
Briar is preening his wings while sitting on the roof, stretching his limbs as he sunbathes.
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
'Hey. what ya doodling?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.