Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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"Got it. Maybe in the time I have this strength for, I can help others too! I'm sure we have a lot of reach, what with the channel. I-" She stops for a moment, a sudden realization creeping over them. A brief flicker of artistic inspiration.
"Wait a minute- I've got it! I know what to do! Oh, this is going to be glorious!" She pauses, audibly gasping and reaching for art tools on the table that are not there. "I need a studio! Not only that, I need supplies! I'm going to go find a place for a studio! I'll let you know if anything comes up! Thank you again!" With that, Kiko runs outside of the Inn.
Traitor looks somewhat baffled, but overall happy. "Well, that was quite the change."
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)
*A dapper lad*
"Kaladin," he shakes their hand
Tycho laughs, "What, it's funny" he grins
"A new vampire?" He tilts his head, dropping out of the tree
"Oh, I'm not blind... to an extent, anyway. I just don't need eyes to 'see' things. Who are you?" *She has blindsight out to a 60-foot radius, but is blind beyond that*
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)
*Idk what it is about Max Minghalla but he fits a lot of my characters.*
He smiles slightly, his eyes becoming normal. Grey coloration amongst black pupils. He waves a hand the Dimensional Door closes behind him. "Tell me, what do you do here?"
Scott sighs, trying back his hair "You're mean."
"Yep. Calls himself Dracula."
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
The Ichor burns off the hand of the ghoul, the one holding the mask, causing it to hit the ground with a boney clatter, the voice of the Mask speaking to Charlie in a familiar voice “Oh well hello, it has been some time hasn’t it Charlie? I wouldn’t recommend trying that.”
TRAUMA FM makes an "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" noise, which seems to be its equivalent of a squeal of joy.
Charlie nods. "Curses can cause dramatic personality changes, especially when you're inviting an entire Spectre into your body."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She hums, standing and looking him over for a moment, "I see."
"My names Tycho," He offers a hand, "And you?"
*The dapperness trancends class o7*
"I... hunt monsters usually. It's what i'm good at" he sighs, "Not what i prefer exactly but it pays for lunch"
"Gonna do something about it?" He smiles, hugging him
That gets a small laugh out of him, "The dark lord?"
"It has. But I've adapted. You've stayed the same, it seems." The spectral chains curl out of the demiplane prison. "How's it been hanging?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“But who am I to tell you how to live?” He remarks. “Just disregard my ramblings. Or don’t. Your choice.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Monsters? Are you sure they are monsters?" He asks, genuinely curious.
Scott sighs and hugs him back "Nah..."
"Yep..." He sighs "To many of you coming from places." He hugs him and huffs.
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
"I... huh, I hadn't really noticed just how much I changed until now. Not that I'm complaining."
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)
He, for the first time she’s seen, looks flushed, even embarrassed she could say. He coughs and fixes his face “It ain’t nothin’.”
"I am known as the Eyeless Traitor, or simply Eyeless, or Traitor, or other similar names." Her hand, covered by a gauntlet of bronze with long metallic claws, reaches out for a moment, but stops and retreats.
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)
"I isn't nothing." She mumurs "My entire life has been hell.. Various levels of hell from birth until, what I am suspecting to be one day, my death. But you actually.. make it a little better." She says, her tone serious and gentle.
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
The Ichor begins to burrow into the ground “Don’t you dare Charlie, do it and I’ll find a way out, and then the bodies will be on your hands. I’ll leave them all melted like hot plastic. All because of you. Starting with Rowan.” The Ichor begins to leak from Rowan’s eyes, burning his flesh as he screams.
She nods, circling for a moment before shifting into a carbon copy of him
"Lovely to meet you" he smiles, "Not a handshake person eh?"
"It's not anything to worry about. I will say that T-FM is kind of possessive over his bonds, though. Their Intent almost always lines up no matter what due to the nature of his curse. Drawn to wander in his work, and pull people in his process but never finish a thing. He'd spend years painting the dewdrops on a single leaf, and do it all again for fun the next day."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels