Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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(welp, I am confused now. Logged into my epic games for the first time in a while and there are multiple AAA games in my library that I don't remember buying)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
A lot of them seem to have already been plucked. Someone has been in his garden. As he pulls the weeds, he finds one very loose in the soil. When he pulls it out, he finds its roots have been wrapped around a jar filled with honey. It has a label:
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Well...I do like honey." he looks around, still a bit confused.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Flint waves from across the street
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He sees a humanoid dressed in a bright habit and a flat, featureless wicker mask nervously watching him from behind a tree. They have thick, black antennae sticking out of their pale hood, and a fresh goldenrod garland around their head. Overall, they give the vibe of some sort of nature cultist. Their clothing is a bit advanced for a druid, though, and they have a metal scythe on their back.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Theren gives them a friendly wave and smile. "Did you leave the honey? If so thank you!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Flint watches from the shadows
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
They shakily nod. Evidently, this is Holden Holloway. They begin to approach, speaking telepathically (Theren feels a sort of psychic knock, since this telepathy requires consent to use). Their mental voice buzzes and has a sort of scent to it that most telepathic voices don't. It smells like flowers, and, very faintly, of sweat.
"You are very welcome, Gardener. My quiet-minded bees enjoyed your crops very much. They gave much-needed morale and purpose to the workers."
As they come into view, more bee-like features become apparent, from their four arms to their cloth-wrapped insectoid abdomen. They are fully covered, with stockings, boots, and gloves, but it's impossible to mistake them for anything other than a gigantic insect.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Of course. This garden is for everyone to enjoy. Think of it as a safe space." he says, with a big smile. "Thank you again for the honey."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'What ya got there?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"You... share with others willingly?" They seem taken aback for a second, then relieved. "Y-you're welcome. Most that in my country would consider me a leech for such actions. But this land is much more abundant, isn't it? No god-cursed apocalypses... no great famines and salted earth. Yes, it makes sense now." They sigh and sit down. "I am so glad that you consider my work a service as opposed to a crime. Most people see bees and see them as violent pests. Giant ones rarely fare better."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yeah. I love nature. I consider all animals and insects my friends." he says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Holden nods appreciatively. "That is a very sweet way to think. I like to think everyone and everything can be a friend, and that most just haven't been given a chance. My family was as rough-and-tumble as they come before I came along and built the Manhive." He lays back for a second. "Wait. That's back home. You don't know what that is. It was a big communal eatery where we would cook up food for everyone. If you brought food to be cooked, like meat or veggies, we'd make something special. Just fries and honeycakes were enough for most days, though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*gtg for now! I'll be on later!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*farvel*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*JOBAHHHHHH!!!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh wow. That seems super cool!" he says earnestly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*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.
*Wanna rp?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*why sure, though there’s like a 20% chance of me disappearing for a half hour at any moment unfortunately*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.