Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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"Mocking or mimicking a shadow wizard is punishable by death." he says evenly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She is bathed in its blood, her arms and face covered in it. She stands up, slurping up the lower intestine.
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
*ACK- I did not. I feel asleep. I am so sorry.*
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
"Disgusting." he says softly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“But isn’t imitation the highest form of flattery?”
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 dodges again, barely this time, he sighs after the first bullet fail and shoots some more regular, although still magical bullets. To hit:18 22 Damage:31 24
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.)
"No." he that cups his hands and makes a bullet out of thin air, firing it at him.
Attack: 24 Damage: 19
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He dodges the first attack midair as the second one hits. He grunts in pain, firing two more bullets.
Attack: 18 Damage: 21
Attack: 14 Damage: 21
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Her head snaps towards them "Disgusting? I am disgusting because I am hungry? Because I am eating?"
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
*don’t feel bad at all. you need sleep more than you need to read boring theoretical lore interpretations. If you did want to read it though,*
In the beginning, there was nothing and everything. The world divided into two parts, those of life and death. They formed two domes, the Positive and Negative Planes. The interplay between them formed the multiverse proper, a disc of existence, made of two separate layers. The positive formed the Astral Plane, which prolongs life, and the Elemental Chaos, which is caustic and deadly. Outside is the Far Realm, but we speak not of these things. The interplay of life and death creating beings that existed, but that existence could conclude. The Elemental Chaos spat forth primordials, and an egg formed in the center of the Astral Sea that hatched into Io, the Progenitor, the First God. Io was at all times opposed and beset by primordials, so they created gods to restore balance and fight back the primordials. The gods, in turn, created their own layer of reality, the Outlands, and their own domains within. But one god, Tharizdun, lusted for power, and harnessed powers from the Far Realm to set a hole in the multiverse: the Abyss. Io tried to stop Tharizdun, but this distraction allowed the strongest primordial, Erek-Hus, to cleave Io in thirds. Their head became Sardior, their heart became Bahamut, and their tail became Tiamat. The grieving gods divided the Elemental Chaos into four to prevent the primordials from gaining its power, and used that new power to forge chains that would forever bind Tharizdun at the bottom of the Abyss. The three dragon gods born of Io traveled to their progenitor’s hatching-place and made the Firsg World, but it was too late for joy and creation to last. Tharizdun’s evil had corrupted some of the gods, who took the Lower Planes for themselves to further their own agendas. The other gods, without homes for the followers and beings they had created, invaded the First World and split it into the Material Plane, which is made of infinite worlds. The energy planes created echoes of the Material Plane, positive making the Feywild and negative making the Shadowfell, and the Ether was their equilibrium. At least, that’s how I see it.
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 blood all over your face." he says simply, walking in a circle around them, hands, feet, and face hidden
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He warms, happy he could make her laugh "Amazing to know, are you doing better than yesterday?"
She bows again "Marionette Kosvoto. A pleasure to meet you, truly."
"For the monsters destined to come. Who are you?"
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.)
It misses by about seven inches. “Aw, sorry about that, dude.” Riotan says sincerely. “I can stab myself for you, if you like. I‘d hate to disappoint.”
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... Alright. I'll let her know when I can. If I can't go back to being human, then is there some other way I can be something other than this... what is this, some kind of ooze?" Her eyes turn to face each other.
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)
His eye gleams as he fires the spell three more times.
Attack: 25 Damage: 25
Attack: 19 Damage: 18
Attack: 21 Damage: 15
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The first two miss, and the third bounces off his scales. “Oh wow, sorry about that too. Gotta be reeeeeal annoying.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Personally, I like it. I can tell you out thought into this.*
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
He groans as the first bullet lands deep in his shoulder, He shoots six shoots from the hip, done playing around. To hit:22 19 11 22 22 18 25 Damage:28+15 23+19 29 18 25 38 *Hope this doesn't kill.*
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.)
*just my humble attempt to wade through whatever the [gp] 4e lore was*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They smile. "You have a good heart. It may not be better than anyone else's, but it is still a good one. I doubt I'll get to see it in person. If you are ever at a desperate point, call for me. I'd love to earn a favor from you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels