Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*People suck.*
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
*Apt description.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Mn, I'm just tired and today I had an extensional crisis about the future so that was fun.*
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've had days like that. Sorry that happened to you, man.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I know. You're a great person, my friend. I hope you know that. Everytime I see you online, I know that I'll get some good to because your style is so thought-provoking and original and it makes me happy that you're willing to do with someone like me.*
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
*No one ever said something like that to me. I've never even had self-indulgent thoughts that made me sound that good. It warms my heart and makes me question your judgment at the same time.*
*I think you're a good person too, just in a bad situation where there aren't any good choices.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Short is not messing with some sort of device which produces water and sprays it out of a hose with the options of adding soaps. Thin is somewhat disgusted with the hair and waves for Short to throw up the hose. When it is tossed up, Thin begins to wash Rag's hair, making sure to keep the soap out of his eyes. Fat is holding up various bolts of fireproof fabrics, as though asking Rag to choose between them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He looks at all the fabrics, the water turning to steam on his skin. He picks the best made for loose clothing with a smile “Offering me custom clothes are you? Thank you kindly.”
*Okay, I feel a bit better now. Time to RP*
Doctor Gigli and his assistant are looking over patient sheets. Ever since the hospital suddenly arrived, people have shown up rapidly.
Donn is humming to himself as he works over an old wood stove that seems to out of place in the middle of the forest. He is cooking fillets of a rat like creature in oil, deep frying them.
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
Fat nods appreciatively and begins cutting fanatically with a large pair of shears. Thin continues styling Rag's hair after it's "clean enough." Short is given the hose back and seems a bit puzzled for a moment. After a bit, it runs off and starts coming back with metal sheets and buckets of light blue liquid. It builds a pool big enough for Rag and fills it with the liquid, which causes frost to appear around the edges of it. Short tests the water with its finger, and immediately regrets it as its entire forearm is flash-frozen. It nervously places its arm against Rag, and the ice begins to melt slowly. It seems to be some sort of cursed (or perhaps blessed?) water.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Hmm freezing water. That is something I didn’t expect to see today, but then again, you have to expect anything around here.” He says letting the ice melt against his chest, his hair still has some grime in it, but not enough to impede their work, they notice that his hair is now slightly different from the color it was before his hair was washed.
A trio of fancily dressed scarecrows, huddled so that it's hard to tell them apart, have shown up at the hospital. They are leading a very fat, man-sized, white-and-gold pig that looks very uncomfortable.
Barbeau, dressed in his insulated uniform, is walking through the woods with a foraging knife when he comes across Donn. He's silently taken aback at first, but calms quickly. "What kind of oil is that, big man?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Thin eventually finishes its work. Short tosses a rubber ducky into the freezing water, and seems a bit unhappy when it freezes. It gestures politely, requesting that Rag get in the pool. Fat seems to be working rather eclectically and is now making a hat out of fireproof fabric of the same color as the... well, it vaguely resembles a suit. What it's made so far looks like what a warrior would wear to a formal event if they wanted to be ready for a fight at a moment's notice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The assistant looks up and frets, running over. "Hello dears! I am so sorry I didn't see you there!" They said. Gigli stays back, watching from the shadows.
Donn looks up, his golden earrings swaying back and forth "Ah, hello there. Golden oil, comes from the skin of the Uroborus, the great snake god in the sky."
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
He steps towards the pool, his scales radiating immense heat as he steps inside, putting his knees to his chest so he doesn’t pop the pool with his massive body “Thank you for this, even if I don’t know what it really means for me.”
The scarecrows twitch their heads, and the pig slowly, painfully waddles forth. One of the scarecrows pulls out a flyer for "The Gut," the largest cruise vehicle in most universes, which has stopped nearby. It depicts a massive, misshapen metal lump coming out of the water with a storm cloud overhead. The second scarecrow draws another flyer with a picture of the pig on a stage, prancing before a crowd of laughing, happy people. It reads: "Snuffles, spirit of the Gut!" The third scarecrow presents a hand-drawn picture of the pig with a big frown and tears, along with the words "Snuffles is ill" below it.
Barbeau's eyebrows raise behind his sunglasses. "Uroborus, huh? Only ever had that kind twice, and on special occasions no less. I always thought of it as a finishing oil, but then again I tend to work with weaker flavors. Fresh-caught fish and such."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The water quickly becomes hot, but does not evaporate. Short claps its wooden claws and starts mixing soaps into the water. It then begins to scrub Rag's back with a sponge on a stick, offering a second one for him to use. Fat is now making several ties for Rag, but is throwing them out almost as fast as they are made.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The assistant smiles and walks over to a bulletin board, pinning both flyers up for patient's to see. They come back over and usher the pig and scarecrows through the swinging metal doors. The hallway is dark, the lights having been turned off. "Forgive us, he prefers the darkness. Says it helps his vision." They said, pulling out a jar of 'Uncle Honey's Bayou Suckers' that were lollipops with bugs of every kind in the hard lemony flavored sugar.
"I try and keep it on hand. It improves the flavor of of the Ebori without overpowering it." He said, flipping the fillet over "I can give you a bottle if you would like."
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
The scarecrows even move in unison, and they jitter in a way that suggests giggling. One of them pulls out a cockroach lollipop from the jar and offers it to Snuffles, who refuses it. The shortest scarecrow puts the back of its hand to its toweled forehead in despair before the lankiest winds up a slap at the short one, only to be stopped by the widest of the three. The widest quickly scribbles a note on a nearby piece of paper. It's in much better handwriting than the previous note. We care very much for Snuffles, as does our captain. It distresses us to no end to see that he is not eating.
The captain/chef shakes his head. "Everything I serve must be fresh or fermented on-ship. Even if it's fresh now, it won't be by the time I finish the bottle. The guests might not be able to tell, but I will, and my dining concept should not be betrayed by the chef themself." He thinks for a minute. "You know, despite my exploration into the culinary arts, I've never heard of Ebori."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels