Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*Huge fungus man styled to look like a hunter, like from Bloodborne. However, this is probably very bad in his "eyes" (his face is just a bunch of holes) as he's faced monsters called "Banshees" which are bird people that... well, they scream and attack him in the dark.*
He flails his massive fists, shaking violently. "Back! Back! I'll kill you all if you don't get back!" He sounds absolutely terrified, even as shadowy spirits manifest and begin to attack him.
Damage he takes from the shadows: 15 psychic
Attack: 23 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Attack: 27 Damage: 21
Attack: 18 Damage: 16
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Oh wow thanks!” He runs over and begins grabbing as many as his arms can support.
“That sounds like an error to do with retrograde amnesia. I would advise the help of a physician.”
It wraps around her neck like a feather boa.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
False starts pouring something on the ground in a circle around them in the barren soil. It smells like raw alcohol. He takes a swig and sets the last of the bottle beside Hancock before dropping the lighter and igniting the circle, creating a ring of protection. The shadows stay back.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*please i plnned out a lot of lore*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*oops*
the harpy collapses in the snow, dead. then, a weird shadowy feathery light glows around the harpy, along with a spectral voice that says "Oh, dear! Malachi has died. Could I have the pleasure of knowing the name of his killer?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He's absolutely panicking. "I said BACK!"
He frantically lights and throws a Molotov cocktail at his own feet before crouching and clutching his head.
Fire damage he takes from his own Molotov: 4
He's audibly crying. "I thought I was rid of you! But you keep coming back! Can I not find a night's worth of peace?!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hey Baalze think I could rp with Felix?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh, absolutely! Right now he's in the library studying the anatomy of the monsters he wants to cook for the competition!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(best thing about vacationing on the coast is the fresh seafood imo)
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
"I've never seen you before, darling. However, it seems like you could use my help." The harpy's body turns into golden dust that floats away. "He'll be alright. You can never really kill a harpy under my protection"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*time to see how these two interact*
Riotan enters the library with the intent to vandalize every book with Abyssal runes that cause the reader’s eyes to catch fire.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I desperately want to eat fresh seafood. Our vacations are exclusively to Hot Springs, Arkansas or somewhere in Pennsylvania.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Who are you? What do you want?!" He looks up, black fluid gushing from the holes in his face. "D-don't hurt me..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Felix senses the demonic presence, stands up, and walks over. "Did you know that all creatures have a similar life energy flowing through them? Undead, constructs, elementals, humanoids, demons, beasts, plants, aberrations... everything. It really makes you think about how we're all basically the same deep down."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(I have vacationed in a lot of different places lol)
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
“I feel vaguely threatened by that statement for some reason.” He responds.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"My subjects call me the fixer, but that is not my true name." The strange light forms into a shape that is elegant and humanoid yet mysterious and birdlike. "I am Antando the Alterer, and I want nothing more than to help. Pardon my harpies, I told them to advertise but I'm not quite sure they grasp the concept yet. Either way, under my protection, you would never come to harm. "
*what is your chars greatest insecurity? if he could change anything about himself, be anything he wanted, what would it be?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"You should be. Everything has a soul, or at least part of one. Most things don't have enough of one to be useful or even valuable. But when they band together, which is almost exclusively out of anger due to an impure death and a lack of respect to their remains, they can create horrible things. A lot of people call them demons, but they're closer to ghosts. Usually, even is many, many minor souls, don't have enough power to be visible or possess objects, but what they can do is guide foes to you and give you bad luck. It's kind of like karma, in a way."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You... want to help people?" He asks, still on fire.
No point in rolling damage cause he's got a crazy amount of HP.
*He's insecure about pretty much everything. His greatest insecurity is that his nature, being basically an adolescent body-snatcher fungus, will cause people to be hurt. He's constantly haunted by monsters, and not just shadows and banshees. A lot of them are just him, but better. Younger, healthier Sporespawn that come in packs to kill him before he reaches adulthood.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels