Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Through the static, and between flipping across multiple channels, something catches his attention- a voice. A voice that sounds familiar, like someone he met before... but can't exactly recall.
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)
Their canvas is mostly blank, apart from a rough outline of a few hills and a tree. "I hadn't thought of that. Let me see..." She washes off her brush, dipping it into a small blot of red paint and paints the beginnings of a sunset. After a minute, though, she stops, turning around to look at Mary.
"Wait a minute- who are you?"
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)
*Hey everyone I’m back, does anyone want to rp?*
Damian is even more surprised by how much she’s grown in the matter of hours, and is now panicking behind her.
He keeps pace after her, not knowing what to do, his daughter just started walking and now they are here.
He picks her up carefully “Domino please, you’re going to get hurt.” He doesn’t let her squirm.
He changes the station again, tuning it to one of pure static. Once there, he pulls out a button attatched to a wire which he connects to the radio along with a pair of headphones
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
He turns her around to face him “Yes run, but carefully.” He puts them back down, patting their head “Don’t run too fast.”
"Just a wanderer. Atleast that's what I am right now" she sighs, looking at the canvas, "You're a creator"
*Alaric? Want to rp?*
He leans down to her “Yes, careful. No hurt.” He nods slowly, seeing if she understands what he means.
The fragments of that voice occasionally pop up through the noise- It's certainly a voice he's heard before, that's for sure, but whose..?
"KK here! You're listening to TRAUMA-FM, your go-to channel for all your ominous premonition needs, and Isaac's friendly reminder that what he's looking for might not be the same as he remembers- or possibly who he's looking for. Our segment for omens is coming up soon, but in the meantime, we have..."
The voice is fully drowned out in the static- only faint music can be heard.
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)
"Indeed I am! Inspiration can strike at any moment, and it's my calling to bring it to life whenever I can. Which is often. Very often, as a matter of fact..."
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)
*in a bit probably. I'm a little eepy so I might take a nap so my brain functions properly*