Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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"Ah. We're not all omnicidal. Then again, I might be from the wrong undetectable overlap zones. But anyway, how'd you find out?"
"You piss me off again, I'm coming back full force, and I'm bringing Rag and Gon this time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Thanks.” She straps the rest of the barrels to the top of the machine, making sure they’re properly secured, because if not it might just burn down the whole forest.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Now, now, you two don't need to worry- It's not you I'm after." Her various eyes look around at the surrounding forest. "Though, I'll probably be making a few changes around here. If you want to watch for whatever reason, I advise you to step back to about... there." She points with a clawed finger to a spot about ten feet behind them.
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)
Helena places the flower crown on the Tarnishes head with a grin
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Tarnished takes a few steps back, still protecting her with his life, muttering unintelligible stuff under his breath
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I- what?!” His head snaps up. “I was talking about a cabal of thirteen masked beings that were corrupted by the blood of the god Tharizdun.”
“Duly noted. But I plan on not bothering you much in the future. Have a lovely day~” His voice reaches a sinister lilt as he pushes the inn door open and walks out.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"...Eh, close enough. Now, for the opening act!" She turns to face the stone where the gateway was made, arm outstretched. Omori frantically scurries back to where the Tarnished and Helena are before the gateway grows to a gargantuan size, swallowing trees and rocks in the area and stopping just about a foot away from them. From this rift rises a large mass of land that is perfectly flush with the edges of the portal, with a large grey manor at its top. Eventually, the land, and the Fell Manor with it, slots into the hole the gateway left behind with relative ease.
"There we are! Ah, it's starting to feel like home already..."
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 stares at the mansion along with Helena
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah, I see. Well, shouldn't have showed my hand so early then. Anyway, I'm not one of those guys. I'm Attar, a local merchant. Is there anything else you'll need to set up your wards? I'd rather not have all these people just be... deleted."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She walks into the manor, closing the door, and all is silent for a few seconds... until she appears behind the two again.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot something! You two wouldn't happen to know where this "Lord's Rest Inn" is, now, would you?"
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)
They both shake their head no
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hmm... What about you?" She turns to face Omori, who nervously points in the Inn's general direction.
"Very good, Scout. Now, I have to go and meet the neighbors. You three can run along, now." And with that, she vanishes.
Omori immediately relaxes, as though they were holding their breath this whole time.
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)
"What have you done...?" Helena whispers
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'm just doing my job. I was made to help her, so that's what I do."
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)
(anyone want to rp?)
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
*GUYS I GOT AN IDEA-*
*A Darklord who is a Wendigo that feeds off of emotional energy, an old noble who feared losing his family that he forbad them from leaving the castle ground but then scarlet fever overtook him and family and him and he all watched them die. He grew into a creature that fed off of others negative emotions so others could be positive but has a bad possessive streak that he never lets friends or family out of his sight ever.*
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
*Nice villian. Say goodbye to your legs*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oh naur, why must my legs be gone?*
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
*Bandit said so.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oooooh naaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuur*
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