Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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*I completely understand, and I'm sorry if I disappear.*
Damian is in the kitchen, making some money for his wife and soon to be child, wearing a makeshift apron that says "Only my wife can kiss the cook." He moves around the kitchen with a smile on his face.
Sparrow has gotten himself good and right drunk, and is stumbling around town, his horse watching him with a look that can only be described as expected disappointment.
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.)
*Okay, who would you like to rp with? Hopefully someone that wouldn't want to hurt your character, because I really find them interesting.*
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.)
Thirteen isn’t far away, reading a tome on the genesis of the multiverse.
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, in my world all supernatural beings are Spectres to start with, and they evolve into Demons, Ghouls, Shinigami, Ghosts, everything. I'm an occultist, meaning that I specialize in the research and destruction of my kin. I've developed resistance to just about every weakness we have. The science gets more complex and less sane every day, but I love it anyway. Ever turned a mortal into a horrible monster with their consent, without using any charms? Letting them pursue their goals and yours with all the power they don't need or deserve? I think that's really fun."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Awesome! Hmmm... do you have the Occultist yet? Or maybe Damian? I don't think I've ever played with Damian.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He comes over "that is a big book. what are you reading?"
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
Mauric is sitting across from him, making a necklace from his old chain mail.
Klei watches him invisibly, trying to figure out how best to rob him.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*IM BACK-*
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
(hello my friend)
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
Damian has been uncharacteristically sober for the past few days, not even glancing at a drink. He is currently serving some afternoon pancakes.
He stumbles all around, he doesn't have anything that looks obviously valuable than his near full coin pouch, and he looks like an easy target.
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.)
*Welcome back.*
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.)
“Not physically, just mentally. And it is fun.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“A history of the Dawn War.” He responds without looking up.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Here are characters.*
Stroth is lying on the roof, drunk out of her mind. She giggles a bit, which would be cute if it weren't so darn demonic.
Allison is outside, mending a tear in her skirt. She is rumbling about how she should've just learned the cantrip to fix it but didn't.
Alix is humming to himself while eating his third lunch of the day.
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
Mauric waves to him, grinning.
Klei carefully moves up to grab the pouch. Sleight of Hand: 14
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 find the mental work unnecessary. Everyone is a monster deep down anyway. Give them the opportunity to let it out, and they will take it. I like to find them at their low points and show them the kind of chaos they can dish out. All my foes think that everyone in their rank is a perfect little angel and that the people they protect are innocent. They think that's an excuse to leverage the unfairness of the world. I can think of so many better ones, and I use them all the time. Trying to set a 'good' example, you know?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Loriche is making her way through the outermost layer of wood and sees Allison. She casts mending at her.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Charlie appears out of the shadow of the chimney and crouches down next to her, giggling as well. They hand her a piece of garlic.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Allison hisses in surprise as the cloth mends itself, looking around, now a bit confused.
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
“That’s one way to go about things, but I love to find the most devout, kind, sinless people and let them get a taste of hedonism and evil. Then set them loose, and they’ll find themselves utterly addicted to their wickedness. They don’t serve me, but they further my ideals because their minds have been restored to their original state. The fetters of ethics are gone.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.