Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*I feel so bad for Ovals murderers. Theren is going to BUTCHER them*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The False is giving cups of calming fungic tea out to those who lost friends or family to the Blight and bringing them together to act as a sort of support group for each other. Of course, it keeps its face hidden.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*May I assist? I mean, you definitely don't need it, but I want to join in.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*yes please. Perhaps some torture is in order?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren and the False arrive at the Feywild. The scent of Halloween is almost toxic here, it permeates the air. An Elfen with short, cropped hair, devoid eyes, and seen together lips is tanned Ovals skin in a cloak. Wolves of all kinds sit around her, begging for treats.
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
Theren rushes in with a roar of anger, going for her Achilles tendons.
Attack: 26 Damage: 19
Attack: 12 Damage: 16
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Leper is among the blighted, although obviously not a member. He spends his time silently consoling all those who had lost something to those who could not control their actions at the time. He makes sure his flesh does not contact theirs, to not spread the leprosy.
She is able to dodge both of them, seeming to blend in and out of the shadows with ease. She laughs "That's was rude!"
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
False releases spores over all the wolves and the cloaked figure.
He can now track them wherever they go, and they take 10 Poison damage from fungus burrowing into them.
He then attempts to rip the cloak off the person. Athletics: 35
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“YOU KILLED MY FRIEND!!! AND ORPHANED HER DAUGHTER!” He roars in anger
Attack: 11 Damage: 28
Attack: 1 Damage: 26
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He is able to rip off the cloak but as he does, he can no longer feel the essence of Oval in it. The wolves snarl, not seeming to care about the fungus. The elf sighs "Please, that was rude."
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
She is once again able to avoid him, her body bending in unnatural ways "So? Everyone lives and dies?"
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 glows with unnatural power. *make a con save then a dex save please*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The False tentatively offers him some ointment. It's clearly some sort of antibiotic. "To not spread your... curse..." It seems mildly afraid of the Leper, despite being slightly larger and clearly immune to disease, being made of fungus itself.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They all lose their action, bonus action, and reaction. At the start of each turn, they must roll a d4 and suffer this loss again on a 1.
"You aren't any better." He reaches for a wolf and begins to rip its skin off. If he succeeds, he puts it over his shoulders and wears it as a cloak.
Grapple: 37
Damage: 85
*By the way, if any of them try to heal at all, they instead take damage equal to the healing and False gains the healing instead.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He takes the ointment, a soft look on his face “Why are you afraid? This there something of me that would make you fear me?” He puts on the ointment in between his plates of armor where his flesh is revealed. He puts down his broken blade to his side “I am sorry if I am.”
The Faceless Flesh is attempting to help her by holding up one end of the chain, while Garty is giving its standard introductory rant about the services they provide for new possessors of the bag.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*sure*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Who then? I’ve got a lot of options for you to choose from as you saw.*