Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*Wdym...?*
"Nope. Just vacationing."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(good morning)
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'm sure I will." she says with a curtsey.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There is silence for a long while. From what they had heard before, the footsteps seemed to retreat away from them and further into the forest. Whoever is out there, it doesn't seem like they want a fight.
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)
The Tarnished points at the retreating footsteps, following them, Helena at his side.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Care for an abomination in these trying times?*
Attar is baking cookies in a tree.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Doesnt matter, would you play a dark souls thread if I made one?*
“Well I’m looking for my dad. He told me there’s a hint here to where he went.”
He bows to her. "Please return should you have any desires or questions. I have just about everything you could wish for, and then some things you would never wish for as well."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*yeah probably. But seriously, wdym you had dibs.*
"You lost your father?" she asks softly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I would in a heartbeat.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Thank you Attar." she says with a kind smile. Tarnished merely slams his fist into his chest plate as thanks.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I had dibs on that sort of idea, but it’s no big deal man.*
“Yeah, but I’m going to find him, no matter how far he runs!” He says, not hearing how sad it sounds.
*oh..sorry..i've had this idea for a while and was smoothing out the rough details*
There is pity in her eyes as she murmurs, "Im sure you will."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*chracters*
Thirteen is placing seals on the exterior walls of the Inn.
Mauric has finished the base of Damian’s cake and is now trying to work out structural details and a theme of design.
Loriche is strapping barrels of alchemist’s fire reagents to her siege engine.
Riotan is looking for 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.
*Snippet for Tarnished, Helena, and... well, you'll see ;)*
As they follow the footsteps, they see someone at their end.
A young girl quite literally emerges from the shadows of the trees, flowing out from the dark as a liquid-like shadow before forming into a humanoid shape. She has greyish skin, yellow eyes, and long black 'hair' that hangs down to her ankles. For a moment, a few eyes open on some of the long tentacles that make up her 'hair', looking around before closing. She wears a plain grey shirt and pants that have dirt and what looks like ink stains on spots. She looks around, and then down at a small silver pendant she holds in her hand. In her other hand she holds a dagger.
Omori doesn't notice the two, gently placing the silvery pendant on a large, flat stone. "Here's hoping this works." she mutters.
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)
*I have made new characters! You can choose who you wanna interact with them!*
The fallen leaves tell a story, a fallen and disgraced warrior and his mage. Both cast out from their far off lands, met by pure fate. They became one in the same, able to understand each other with a simple look. A duo of power and strength to match some of the horrors of this world.
The fallen leaves swirl around a duo walking through the woods. A man in full plate armor with a sword at his hip and a shield on his back. His silver armor is tarnished and dirty, not what it once was in the olden days. His gauntleted hands rest at his side as he walks next to a woman. The woman is a bit shorter than the man in armor. She wears a maroon dress and has flowing black hair that reaches her shoulders. Her brown eyes take in the woods with wonder, a nice smile on her face. A satchel hangs from her shoulder, the end of a small staff poking out of it.
As the duo walks through the woods, the man stays silent while the woman talks with joy in her voice, pointing out animals and plants to the man.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Attar is examining them, trying to identify what they mean.
Felix is finally back from the NIGHTMARE DIMENSION, and is inside the protective barrier of the Inn, reading a cookbook cover to cover.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*yooo this is so cool*
Loriche is on top of the 20-foot behemoth of wood and iron, and sees the pair. She waves energetically to them and clambers down the lattice.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Dude don’t worry, I ain’t trippin, it’s good.*
“I totally will, I’ve spent a year looking for him and I won’t stop now!”
They resemble the Greek letter zeta with a diamond-shaped pattern around them, enclosed in a circle.
Riotan walks up to him, an agitated expression on his face.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.