Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Her expression changes to one of slight concern- her other eyes, however, seem to grow especially fixated. "I'm sorry that happened. Are... are you comfortable talking about it? It might help."
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)
Suhou opens their wide eyes and blinks. Hello.
“I’m exactly that which I am. Which is to say, myself. This is a roundabout way of saying I’m a yuan-ti.”
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 looks at the birds, and then back down to her "Don't worry about me, its something I've already dealt with, and no longer burdens down on my heart the same way that it used to. I'm free as a bird now."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*One more try.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*don’t worry broski i’m here*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*That's fun, who do you want to deal with?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Jester, the cowboy, and Crusader*
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 will be on in a minute, I'm trying to come up with a new power for the bunny spectre. Their current one is... unbeatable by most standards. Basically, they can create a liquid void that eats through anything, and they can control it. I want them to have something especially cool they can do in combat, given that they're basically the Big Bad's executioner and personal chef, but not something ridiculously OP. Think like a protagonist power, where it's mores versatile than outright destructive.*
*On idea I had is that they can invert Hexes (negative effects that can by applied by Spectres, occultists, and Cursed beings and objects), basically allowing them to invent new buffs, but that seems narratively uninteresting since they could do literally anything as long as I can think of it. Limitations are one of the things that make characters' powers interesting, even if we don't think of them as limitations. Fire manipulation is cool because it's not, like, everything manipulation.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The doors of the tavern open, and a chilly air comes in.
An 18 year old (or at least, looks like one) really hot guy with blood red hair and eyes that are the entire universe, just galaxies, nebulas, and starts, wearing a tuxedo walks in.
*Guys, I got an idea. A prophet from an old faith, one that represents life and death, who is like a traveling teacher. They work to educate children and adults alike so they can read and write.*
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
(idk how well it would work since it seems like most tavern characters can do both)
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
*JOBAH I AM SO SORRY I AM ACTUALLY BACK NOW! How everyone, perfectly calm friend has arrived.*
*Decent concept, but it needs a bit more development to be really interesting.*
*Speaking of "needs more development," what power do you think would suit a tricky but nervous cook who was drafted to the American Army in WW2 as a medic and was sacrificed so that they could be brought back as a Spectre in order to tip the odds of victory on D-Day? It should be related to their death, being a sacrifice, but also related to their personality. It should also be at least a little bit balanced, so not absurdly weak or strong.*
*Any help at all would be very much appreciated.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ive got you.*
The Jester is doing the depressed Spider-Man dance on top of his wagon, matching the moves from the movie flawlessly.
Sparrow is in the forest, practicing his sharpshooting with his six shooter, Rosemary, hitting the bullseye every time without fail, turning the trees to shrapnel.
The Crusader is healing from his fight with the Tarnished, eating a plate of raw bones, crunching on them.
*Actually, an open-ended power that allows for the alteration of others seems like it could easily be an awesome power for a greater-scope villain. Basically, the power to make arc villains to buy themselves some time for their forays into the occult. I think that's pretty cool. Kind of like Hawk Moth from Miraculous but with a more horror vibe. I could even make it so they have to deliver their buffs and alterations through food... interesting...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Sparrow is sitting in the tavern, smoking an infernal cigarette, tipping his hat to the stranger out of respect, his glowing magic six shooter sitting on the table.
*Intro so you know most of his appearance*
The world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of town is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. He rides into town, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*That sounds like an amazing idea, especially for such a great writer as yourself.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The guy vanishes, and appears behind Sparrow
The rabbitoid Spectre is preparing a meal for their Accursed Ghouls. The Ghouls look like they've been well taken care of, having new clothes and weapons along with having nearly healthy appearances. (Accursed Ghouls look like pale humans with sharp teeth and dark sclera when they are doing well. They only look really Ghoulish when they are suffering from health problems, such as starvation or hexes.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels