Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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He nods “Ah I see, that is something for sure, they must be a sure sight to see.”
"They are. The blindfold is for the protection of others"
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*Warlord with permanent GWM here.*
"No. I... we need to get out." He looks around at the other Hunters, trying to hide his fear. "That Demon is strong enough to kill us all, and he'll probably kill you too for trying to take his mark for yourself." He holds out a hand. "He's a monster of the darkest kind. He is purely devoted to his purpose, just like me. I know for the few seconds we've known each other, we were trying to kill each other, but every human deserves to live."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“They sound absolutely beautiful. Would you mind if a leper with nothing to lose saw them?”
Riotan passes by and snatches a single bone for himself.
A strange and ethereal musical sound echoes through the woodland.
Mauric has finished Damian’s cake and is protecting it closely.
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 can't let you."
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He reaches into his belt pouch and takes some things in his hands, taking out two pouches. He looks to the guy and tosses them over the pouches “Get out of here, take these smoke bombs with you.” He leans against the walls and begins to treat his wounds “If we see each other again, then I expect it to be on better terms.”
The Crusader doesn’t even look up, simply sighing “You are a pain aren’t you.”
Gon stops charging a punch and looks around the area “Who’s there? Come on out if you want to fight.”
Damian walks over to the cake “This is amazing man, incredible. Unfortunately we don’t have a much time as I thought.”
“And why is that? Would I lose the mind I lost?”
"There are simply... dangers."
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<You mentioned aesthetics… does it affect the bodies of humans as well?>
“Oh. Well, I guess it’s not my place to have any input on this. But if I see him, I’ll definitely keep him from killing anything.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“It won’t be anything too far from what I have faced before. But if you don’t want me to see, I won’t force you.”
Zalistar nods and throws down a smoke bomb, becoming invisible along with the rest of his hunting party as they book it.
The Bounty Hunter can hear the demon trudging toward them, hellhounds in tow.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Thank you."
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The Bounty Hunter is cleaning his wounds with a stone cold face and bandaging them up, giving a thousand yard stare into the distance as he does so.
“Would you like anything to drink?”
"Temporarily, yes. Super strength might boost your muscles. Claws give you claws. It's simple stuff, but people sometimes don't expect it at all for some reason."
"Thank you, Loriche. You are entitled to your own opinion, by the way. I'm sorry if I shut you down there. That wasn't... right."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No thank you. I have interesting tastes."
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Riotan grins, sliding the bone behind his cuspids. “Yep.”
There is no direct response. The sound is closest to wind, but reminiscent of operatic singing.
Mauric looks up, buckling his glaive onto his back. “What do you mean?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Of course, you can tell me all about it while I get a drink.” He walks over to get some alcohol and comes back with a full mug, sitting back down.