Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Isaac waves her over
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
Cook's Utensils (max because otherwise Felix wouldn't even have it): 45
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The door to the inn slowly swings open. It’s not windy out and there’s nobody on either side that could have pushed it. But hanging on the doorknob is a strange leather handbag with small sapphires embedded around its clasp. Writing is clearly carved into the strap, but it’s too small to read from a distance.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*NAT20 BABY!*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"..."
*He smacks his head on a wall.*
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
Stroth walks over, slinking up to her and grinning "Whatcha doing?"
Jack narrows his eyes, lightning crackling over his body "What?! That's so stupid?"
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 wall rattles and almost falls off as Denji cackles.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Riotan watches him go, grinning. Any day he can make someone angry and frustrated is a good day on principle.
“Oh this? This might as well be my whole body. I’ve refined and replaced this gear to utter perfection. It bears five separate enchantments. And if I take it off, I die instantly.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She blinks, uncurling herself, and walking over. She picks it up, reading it.
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
Marie turns to them, their face hidden by their big hat "Why do people keep interrupting me during my work." They take all the jewels off a corpse.
He facepalms "You shoot [gp]ing lightning too? Am I ever going to have to fight a normal person? It's his fault for trying to fight."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
There are four different sentences in Common, Infernal, Celestial, and Abyssal. The one in Common simply says “THROUGH GREED ALL THINGS BECOME ONE.” If she knows the other languages, she can tell that they all actually say the exact same thing.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
John can be heard cackling outside the moment the door closes, but by the time Riotan opens it, John's gone.
"Hmm, some kind of life preserving enchantments I assume. That sounds terrible to me, I'd rather not wear armor at all, and definitely armor I couldn't take off."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*snippet for Omori and Isaac.*
She approaches, curious. "Hi! Are you the person who made this bird?" She gestures towards the little metal bird that guided her here.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“It’s not exactly life preserving. I died a long time ago, but my body and armor fused so I ended up possessing the armor since I had unfinished business and all that, which basically just ended up resulting in me coming back to life fully.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It tastes... it's not a consommé... not an aspic... it's...
Rag gets a vision. Felix at the edge of a volcano, lowering the pot into the magma. He's been there for days, weeks even, waiting for the flow to be just right. For the complex flavors to come together in the perfect heterogeneous space the size of a single pot. Monsters of epic proportions lie dead at his feet. Not beings like the tarrasque, but creatures designed by supernature with one goal in mind: kill as efficiently as possible. Closer to false hydras and ancient oblexes. Beings with so many tricks and tools, so much intellect and raw power, but slaughtered just the same. Felix turns, revealing the pink glow of his eyes that cut through the smog. He's singed and bloodied from so many misfired gourmet hunting traps and violent monstrosities. But he stands. "Someday..." he mutters, holding the pot. "Someone will appreciate this... and I'll be there."
And Rag is the one who appreciates it. He feels the effort that went into it, in both flavor and texture. The music crescendos as the crucible drains down into his mouth. He feels the raw power flow through him. He feels even stronger than before.
It's glorious.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods “I make machines for a living”
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
Isaac is sitting outside watching him
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
"Oh, so rather than preserve your life, it extended it through more supernatural means. You're an armored ghost. I've killed those before, I assume I won't have to kill you though cause you still have your mind." *Why haven't Grove and Loriche met?! They are nearly the same.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
When the vision ends and the revelation hits Ragnerious, his eyes open, his face points to the sky, and tears begin to fall from his eyes. He has a smile on his face as the tears fall to the ground, he is speechless, but his appearance provides all the words he needs to say without an utterance. His hands fall limp at his sides, not that they are heavy to hold up, or that he doesn't have the strength, but simply he is lost in the grand flavor of the magma-like substance, far beyond appreciation.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(Gotta go!)
"..." *He curses in his head.*
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3