Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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"...Thank you. I'm sorry I got everyone into this mess... I didn't know she was..."
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)
Riotan smirks and illuminates the countless abyssal runes on his scales. The nothic must make a Wisdom save as blasphemous truths are forced into its mind.
Thirteen feels a sensation like a mild tap on the shoulder, and realizes that his seals are being disturbed.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"No no no. its okay." Theren says, holding out his hand trying to bring her out of the shadows
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Actually, this thing already knows most of them. It's been around since just after time became a concept, before the rise of the demons, and is more curious about Riotan's own knowledge than the knowledge itself. But, save anyway: 40 (To reiterate, these are not actually nothics, they just look like them.)
If he has any knowledge of what is being barred, he knows that this woman is Primordial Darkness herself.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yeah, this is Denji about right after fighting the sword devil, so he’s very much a bad person at this point. Benimaru wouldn’t have any reason to be a jerk to them in any way, and would probably share a drink with them at the worst. Do you want me to intro?*
Reluctantly, a hand materializes from the dark and weakly grabs his own.
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 runes have absolutely no effect. Riotan looks confused. Most of the knowledge the 'nothic' gleans is of the horrendous tortures Rio's committed and whatnot, along with a few memories of Stroth. But a little deeper, it can see a battle between a titanic, alabaster serpent with cruelly-twisting horns and a minotaur clad in bronze mail with many stones and strips of paper tied to his own wide horns, the two fighting in a lightless, dome-shaped underground chamber.
"Not an Other, but not good either." He remarks to himself, grabbing journal and flail and heading outside.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He gently pulls her out. "hi..my names Theren.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(something is going down at my school. idrk what though)
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
(there goes what i was going to ask)
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
(teachers sectioned off a portion of the hallway and there was an announcement to stay in the classrooms)
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
*Go right ahead. Note that the huntress can't actually enter the tavern yet.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(intruder?)
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*They wouldn't section off a portion of the school. The entire school would be on lockdown*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Nothic opens its mouth. "Who are you two?"
She is standing outside, unable to see the sigils and mildly frustrated by her own lack of understanding. Her dog barks happily at Thirteen, but she doesn't pay much attention.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Benimaru is walking through the forest, smoking and drinking sake, his mop over his shoulder as he just kinda exists. He hasn’t had any infernals to kill in a while and is taking advantage of the down time, finally getting a break to just live life.
"What do you mean?"
Thirteen spots her. "My apologies for this inconvenience, madam. There is a seal of protection from major extraplanar entities upon this establishment, and its filter seems to have caught you by mistake."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The woman is walking in the woods herself, tapping the ground with her cane as her dog gently tugs her toward Benimaru. "You must have good vibes. Hershey hates the smell of cigarettes, but he still wanted me to meet you."
*desc copy-pasted from her intro:*
A middle-aged woman with a white cane and a seeing-eye german shepherd by her side is walking toward the inn. She has dark skin, dark hair, and what could be assumed to be dark eyes could they be seen under the brim of her baseball cap. She looks like she just got off work at a fast food place, still dressed in the white and yellow waitress uniform, complete with the neck tie and short waist apron. However, she wears a jacket over her shoulders, covered in little charms that look like monstrous little critters arranged out of random parts, but crafted with great care. Clearly not part of any dress code.
Her dog is a healthy-looking weight (german shepherds are supposed to be skinny, not "healthy-looking") and carries even more charms on its harness. It looks very happy to be here, and wags its tail constantly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Two of you. Fighting. Who is who?"
"Ah. I carry a lot of those kinds of creatures with me. Left one on the path back there." She points a thumb in the general direction for the enormous frog. "Forgive me if I don't demonstrate further. They can be pretty large."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He squats down to the dog, raising an eyebrow at both of them as he pets them behind the ears “I think I’m good with animals, good to hear that I’m not wrong.” He blows some smoke which shapes the words ‘Chill’, his right eye glowing as he using his pyrokinetic abilities “This is a good dog you got here. I’m Shinmon Benimaru, who are you?”