Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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"You hunt both, make sure their heart stops beating. What's makes a bear different from anything else?"
He sighs, scratching his beard "I suppose."
Kelipso bites his finger playfully.
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 sighs, looking to the blue of the sky “In love… maybe, I hope I am. It’s been such a long time since I could without knowin’ they’d stab me in the back.”
*I'd say Last Traitor is about 6 while T-FM is around 3. Neither of them are good in an outright brawl, since one is a radio and one has no armor and paper skin. Traitor is an absolute beast of a skirmisher and ambusher, while TRAUMA FM is just recon and analysis. The only reason T-FM is not rated at 0 is because he poses a significant threat whenever he groups up with other Spectres, and his Stigmorta and mental capabilities are just so overwhelmingly strong they almost makes up for his non-existent physicality. 1 is about human-level power, so 3 makes T-FM a very valuable entity to any side that dare hold him.*
"I hope not. They deserve some fun. By the way, have I ever told you where these guys come from?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"i eat the bear." He says simply
Tycho smiles, purring a bit
He hums, tugging his finger back a little, "Little biter"
"Well, finally we can talk about this. What exactly do you want out of all this killing?" The ghouls begin marking blessings on Rowan, allowing him to recover faster and, should he make a significant effort to resist the curse, break the bond between him and the mask.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I seek to find a vessel that can contain my power, I have found said vessel, but now you wish to take me from Rowan. I am going to make Rowan the greatest in the world, by any means.” They say, really meaning it as their voice sounds, like Rowan’s but drenched in madness. Rowan thanks them, although he still is very confused.
"You've consumed a city?"
*Got it. Eyeless is going to be CR 21, and Kiko will likely be at around CR 6! Thank you for the help! I'll share the stat blocks when they're done!*
"I don't believe you have, though now that you've brought it up, I would like to know."
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)
"You don't care about Rowan. I don't know why I even tried listening to you." A blade extends from the tip of their umbrella. "This thing is designed to carve through any supernatural durability like butter. In fact, it leeches said durability, making it an excellent shield. Damn shame about the weight though." They swing it, smashing a tree to splinters. They press the blade against the Possessive Mask. "You're nothing but bone, aren't you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Maybe another time." She stands to her full height, approaching slightly. "What are you doing up here? I mostly climbed up here to birdwatch."
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)
“Nothing but bone is true.” The Ichor begins to leak from the mask again, and Rowan’s eyes suddenly go fully pitch black, grabbing at one of the ghouls, “Destroy me and Rowan’s mind will be lost to madness, killing everyone with the last bits of supernatural power I have imbued into him. I’m going to start counting down.” Rowan grabs at the ghouls head, about to break their neck “10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5…”
*Wendigo! You can’t just leave! Sparrow just confessed his love! Nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!! Unfortunate.*
“Oh no no no no no no, I just mean there’s so many faces hiding under my substantially more beautiful one.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Jobah for all that I love please cut that.*
*Sorry*
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 come up here to relax. That and the normal folks in town don't come up here"
*Epic! I'm so glad that I've created something that engages you so much.*
"Well, I'd be happy to tell you. See, when you eat a Spectre, they become part of you. Effectively, they cease to be their own unique entity. But my Stigmorta changes that rule. When I eat a Spectre, I keep their soul, or souls, depending on the power level of the individual Spectre. So, because I am an excellent cook and have the occult skills to kill Spectres manually, even in the afterlife, I was picked to be the executioner for the Sovereign Spectre. They did not know about my Stigmorta. So I was supposed to prepare the criminals to be eaten by the Sovereign. But I ate little bits myself, little morsels, and I saved the souls of the convicts that way. I try to let them out as much as possible, since living in my stomach prison isn't very fulfilling, I don't believe."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Nah it’s good man, just, being on Mobile kills me.*
*TIME TO CAUSE CHAOS-*
Allison stumbles around outside, covering her muffled screams with her hand. The tattoo burns into her neck like a brand. She sobs quietly, black bile smudged around the corner of her mouth. She spits it out on to the ground, stumbling to her daughters grave.
Stroth, not knowing how to feel about Sparrow's profession of love, is pacing around the top of the tavern, thinking. She hasn't been in live for awhile, kinda smothering her emotions to become a better... everything really. She thinks she likes him but love seems like a word so foreign to her own ears.
Sable is walking around the property of the tavern, carving sigils expertly into trees, stones, and the ground. He hums to himself as he does, the Archlich seeming happy almost.
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
*oh this is gonna make Riotan very sad*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.