Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*Damian has done it. He has bagged the Milf.*
He smirks at her blatant flirtations "Well what do you mean? Origins or what they mean to people specifically? Either way not often."
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
Apollon the Hunter is walking through the woods. In one hand is a bloodied spear and in the other is a dead owlbear that he is slowly dragging behind him.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He hears the sound of heavy footsteps in the forest, something casting a shadow larger than some of the trees. Rumbling all around, making it difficult to remain balanced.
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
He lets go of the owlbear, readying his spear in one hand and maintains his balance
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Oh trust me, you have brought out nothing that wasn't already there.*
He watches intently, although obviously not understand much of where these words come from and what they relate to, rubbing his chin "Hmm. I need to study this more. Possibly read some books on such a subject."
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
*jester why do you keep making characters like this. it’s a worrying trend in my latest scatter plot*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*JOBAH!!!! -tackle hug-*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Damian was my first character I ever used, he was always like this. I am very lonely.*
*ello (tips bowler hat)*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*does thou wanna rp?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
As a hunter he can usually sense creatures before he sees them, and from this he senses an ancient red dragon. What he sees is a giant man, almost 15ft tall and covered in muscles.
*I know but in most other taverns you’ve rped at since have been home to similarly concupiscent characters*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Giant…draconian bloodline most likely…” he mutters
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*unfortunately i have to sign off for the day soon so I don’t think I can, but most certainly tomorrow*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*awwww okayy*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*most certainly pause there*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Who other than Slayer and Damian? I’m pretty sure that’s it. Oh and James.*
*Pause indeed, that was upmost sus.*
“Hehe.” He pours them both another glass of wine, swirling it around with a raised brow, truly looking at it.