Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Ollie Beckett skipped down the forest trail he always took home from school. He gripped the straps of his stripy canvas backpack as he hopped down the wooden steps that poked out of a particularly slippery slope. The north end of mockingbird wood had lots of things like this, little bridges and ladders too. If you followed them, you were bound to end up in the Grove. Ollie had always took the other fork of trail that led to his house.
There were some rumors that floated around at school about a weird kid who hung out at the grove. Blyffe only had two schools, and the kid didn’t go to either, so Ollie just assumed she was a myth, but evidence suggested otherwise. Becky from his art class said she saw the kid holding a squirrel like a baby when she took the forest trail home once.
Blyffe was a little town at the base of a mountain with only around 3,000 people living there, but it got along fine. People came to camp and hike, and it made for a cozy pitstop on the way to the ski resort up the mountain. But if you lived in Blyffe, you did your coming and going through the forest trails. Fifty percent of the town was occupied by forest, not including the acres and acres of surrounding woods, and people respected it. Quite a few people lived in little houses in the woods, and Ollie was one of them.
Something just felt different about today. Not just because it was the last day of school and the beginning of summer vacation, though that helped. Summer in Blyffe never got warmer than 70 degrees, so you could keep your sweaters on most of the year. But as Ollie stood at the fork in the path, he decided to go left to the grove. The grove girl couldn’t hurt him, right? He remembered a story Paul Bonetti told about her. He found her in the forest and bet her five bucks that she wouldn’t eat a pinecone, and she did! Soaked it in the creek until it softened a little and ate the whole thing, Paul had said.
Uncharacteristically, sprig didn’t really worry as he trotted down the dirt path. Even he had to admit to himself that it was weird. Not bad weird, just weird. He always had a few worries running around in the back of his mind, but right now they stood still. The day was just too pretty for that, I guess. Bright afternoon sunlight shimmered through the canopy, painting the rocks like… uh… what was the word he learned at the art museum?
Oh, Pointillism! The paintings made of tiny dots. That was what the dapply light looked like. And the sunrays were swipes of yellow paint, vibrant enough to make a mark but translucent so that it made everything behind it look sort of yellow too. Sprig loved to think about those kinds of things. He always appreciated nature more when he imagined how he could paint it.
At last, he came to the grove. A solitary oak stood in the middle of a clearing full of wooden toys and furniture. A seesaw made to resemble a dragon prowled near a log-built fort. There were hammocks and platforms adorning the surrounding trees, but the oak remained bare except for a carving on its trunk. When Ollie walked a little closer, he could see that it said “Katie + Dad 1996” Woah, he thought, This tree must be ancient.
*my sample*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*cool*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"That *hic* is good stuff" she wipes her mouth.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
he shakes his head "nevermind"
it cocks its head
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
Longtooth sighs. "oh well. i have a second bottle if you want more as it probably doesnt matter anymore"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"Oh, I haven't been drunk for a century!" she laughs
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Suddenly, he heard a chirpy voice shout “Hey! You’re standing on percy’s face!” Ollie looked down and saw some lines drawn in the dirt. When he looked at the bigger picture, he could see that he had been standing on the nose of a giant dirt-scribble crocodile. Ollie stepped back, obeying the voice. It had come from one of the high-up platforms where stood a girl with a colander on her head. Tufts of scruffy brown hair stuck out from under her kitchenware helmet and squiggled down to her upholstery-patch shoulder armor that was stuck onto her rusty red sweater. She looked like a knight who protected a dumpster behind a crate and barrel.
As she climbed down the rope ladder, her colander hat bonked against each rung with a clank-ka-clank-ka-clank, and it would have fallen off if it wasn’t duct-taped firmly to a bike helmet.
Continued
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"clearly. you have forgetten what a hangover is." Longtooth sighs
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
They hand her the distorted radio, which begins to "sing" in a tinny, staticy voice. It sounds almost mechanical, and is punctuated by the sounds of a man with a similar, but more emotional voice begging for mercy. Halfway through, the song is punctuated by the sounds of the Seer crying instead.
"Moonlight white, white like eyes,
She has seen too much tonight.
Spectres dance across the static,
Suffering lives in the attic,
I'll give my piece, then I will stand
A dream made bloodied, second hand
Pain made pointless, hate made bland,
All by popular demand."
An insight check may be necessary to decipher what this thing is blathering about, if it's too cryptic.
*While merged with TRAUMA FM, Kiko will add her proficiency bonus to all rolls of the d20, even if she already includes her proficiency bonus. She can also hear radio waves. This has the same restrictions as the Last Traitor's power, with all the stuff that negates it. The curse, however, is that Omori must act on romantic and artistic impulses unless she is stopped by someone. Essentially, her mind is set to How Things Could Be instead of How Things Are.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Of course I'll play, friend Deuvorai."
Roll: 12
*If it were dice, he would probably use telekinesis to nudge them in the right direction, Star Wars style, but since its cards and he doesn't have odds manipulation, it's still just a straight roll.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"How could I forget! But yer getting ahead of yourself, laddie."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"that stuff is crazy strong"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"Not stronger than the stuff Staniel Redboots used to make. That draught could blow you into yesterday, let me tell you. Had just a sip and woke up on the gravehouse roof!"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Longtooth sighs. "its that but a lot older. i never knew who made it"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
(hello again)
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
(did Wendigo abandon us for pizza?)
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
(Probably lol)
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
*AND 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
*finally! Stroth owes Shade a drink*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
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