Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*definitely not human, yho looks like one right now :)*
Mary hums softly, enjoying the cuddles as she finishes her tankard of ale
"Nah. No offense, but I stopped trusting offered drinks a long time ago. Thanks to my ex, I'm afraid to even get a drink from a restaurant these days. But that's a story for another day." She stretches. For a moment, he sees her eyes under her cap. They are pitch black and don't reflect any light. "Thanks for the offer though. Care for a monster in these trying times?"
She offers him a little charm resembling a mass of horns and limbs. "Her name is Blunt. She's basically a living, almost indestructible wall, and she eats the ailments of anyone she touches, healing both of them. Not a fighter, though. She's as blind as I am, and not nearly clever enough to make minions of her own. I'm sure she'll help in protecting your team from, say, a stray explosion."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ooo, excited. I brought in my own new character a page or two back if ya wanna look at that :D.*
"I believe it's alcohol." She smiles, "They don't have it back home, so I've been getting more fond of it"
As you venture deeper into the forest, a low, almost imperceptible humming fills the air, adding an eerie sense of mystery to the surroundings. The transition from day to night seems abrupt as you draw nearer to a distant light shining brightly amidst the darkness of the woods.
Upon reaching a circular clearing in the heart of the forest, you are met with the mesmerizing sight of a roaring bonfire. Its white flames dance and leap, casting an ethereal glow across the surroundings. At the center of the blaze stands an intricately crafted effigy, resembling a tall, slender figure with a head shaped like a crescent moon.
Gathered around the bonfire are people adorned with great white moth wings sprouting from their backs. Each individual reverently approaches the flames, offering their most treasured possessions as offerings to be consumed by the intense heat. The atmosphere is charged with an otherworldly energy, evoking a sense of both wonder and unease.
A presence makes itself known, breathing felt down your neck. "Never have I seen... Someone like you..." A raspy voice says, chuckling lightly.
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
"Despite my limited experience with ale, I can agree" she laughs softly
*Of course, I wouldn’t have thrown Damian in their.*
John Dungeon, holy Crusader, last of his kind, is sitting in the tavern, dropping down one drink after another, his chisel face covered in sadness, his eyes filled with a subtle madness. His sword and helm rest at his side as he refills his mug anew.
He takes the charm and places it on his belt “Thanks, I’ll make sure to keep her safe. If anyone dares to attack me or her I’ll burn them to less than ash. I understand not wanting to take a drink from a stranger. You never know what’s in it.” He drinks from the gourd and stands up, no longer petting Hershey.
As you venture deeper into the forest, a low, almost imperceptible humming fills the air, adding an eerie sense of mystery to the surroundings. The transition from day to night seems abrupt as you draw nearer to a distant light shining brightly amidst the darkness of the woods.
Upon reaching a circular clearing in the heart of the forest, you are met with the mesmerizing sight of a roaring bonfire. Its white flames dance and leap, casting an ethereal glow across the surroundings. At the center of the blaze stands an intricately crafted effigy, resembling a tall, slender figure with a head shaped like a crescent moon.
Gathered around the bonfire are people adorned with great white moth wings sprouting from their backs. Each individual reverently approaches the flames, offering their most treasured possessions as offerings to be consumed by the intense heat. The atmosphere is charged with an otherworldly energy, evoking a sense of both wonder and unease.
A presence makes itself known, breathing felt down your neck. "Never have I seen... Someone like you..." A raspy voice says, chuckling lightly.
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
*ahhhhh, gonna do crime that's so neat*
Georgie looks around curiously, not sure where the voice is coming from
Hershey makes a little sighing sound. Elaine checks all her remaining charms. "Ah. I gotta pick up Mr. Truth. He's start starving if he runs through the entire library. That boy just doesn't know how to stop eating, even when there's more than enough knowledge to go around." She stands up herself. "Nice meeting you, Shinmon. Hope to see you around sometime."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He turns his head, moving his long black hair out from in front of his face, raising a single brow as he face the voice, hmming in his deep, although commanding voice.
"True, the food is well made" she smiles innocently