Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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She smiles, her hands surprisingly soft for someone who carries a pickaxe with them at all times “That sounds absolutely lovely, you really know how to treat a lady don’t you?~” She puts her knife and darts back on her belt.
*characters for those interested*
Kaladin is sat out on a bench, looking through a stack of wanted posters from a notice board
Georgie is reading in Oswald's factory
Mary is taking a walk in the forest, taking time to think
She smiles wider, quickly putting the body on the ground underneath the tree in a shallow grave. She walks behind Jax, keeping pace as they head off to get a meal together.
She puts her hands on her hips, licking her lips with a bit of a smile “Hmm, going straight to dessert huh?~” She walks to the counter, seeing that no good cooks are in the kitchen and begins to saunter up the stairs.
Once they are inside the room she closes the door behind him. *Pm? Because I might have to go if you want to keep track of the rp.*
*Probably won’t have to go, but might.*
As they are wandering, they notice an old warehouse in the woods. It's visibly in disrepair, with rust and ivy creeping across the sheet-metal on the exterior walls- but there seem to be sounds of something going on inside. The tinny static of a radio can be faintly heard with occasional footsteps and mutterings.
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)
The girl tilts her head, walking inside. She hums softly, seeming to have caught a tune through the static of the radio
She walks in through the wide-open doors, and immediately notices the powerful smell of paint. The inside of the warehouse is very open, with all the shelves pushed against the back walls, and has all sorts of partial art projects scattered across its interior- the majority of which being paintings of all varying degrees of completion except for being finished. There are also a small handful of mannequin parts that look like they were previously discarded, lying in a heap on the floor.
Sitting beside an easel and canvas, puzzling over what to do next, appears to be a much more animated mannequin. They wear a long white coat with paint splatters and clay stains all over it, and radio antennae extend upwards from the back of their head that twitch and readjust their position every so often. "Hmm... maybe some grey would look nice with it?" She says aloud, dipping her brush into grey paint before hesitating. "No no no, that wouldn't work at all. Perhaps a nice teal?"
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 can definitely see that working for Kiko. That and maybe Ultrakill's 'The Fire is Gone'.*
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)
Isaac is tuning an old radio
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
Mary hums in curiosity, coming up behind the mannequin, "Maybe a soft red"