Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*yes*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She feels a manic presence as something slams into the wall of her lair. Something begins to pry open the doors as the lights flicker and all the clocks turn to read 4:44. She can hear gunshots and people shouting aggressively. "She's heading inside! Stop her!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Awesome. Pick a character and I'll interact. I don't have time or, more importantly, willpower to come up with multiple intros right now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oh, one tiny retcon- KK is a cloth mannequin rather than fiberglass.*
She nearly falls out of her chair at the sound of the something slamming against the wall, placing her radio on the table beside her and rushing to the doors to find out what's going on. As she does so, she uses her Broadcasting Network ability to sense how many creatures there are outside.
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)
*did you mean pick one of your characters or one of mine*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
There is a Spectre and three Hunters. As she opens the door, she gets a good look at the malignant spirit: a woman with deep, dark, smiling eyes leaking a black substance, a curly hairstyle out of the 1950s, a stitch down her forehead, and a lipless grin. Her dress is tattered, and the shreds move like tentacles. "Can I come in, dear? It's rather urgent." She stands politely, many bullet holes rapidly healing.
The Hunters are drawing silvered blades. "They're working together! Kill them both!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*At this point I'll probably only be able to interact once, but I meant yours.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(is anyone open?)
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
*ok sorry*
Thirteen is writing something in Elvish on a parchment at the bar.
Mauric is cleaning out the attic.
Loriche is making large metal sheets at her camp for an unknown purpose.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh, y- yeah, of course!" She lets the fellow Spectral entity inside, before closing the door and locking it if possible.
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)
*Ah, dang, we'll have to continue this tomorrow.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Works for me. See you tomorrow, friend!*
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 want to continue from earlier yvonne?)
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
*Good night buddy*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yes indeed*
Thirteen is writing something in Elvish on a parchment at the bar.
Mauric is cleaning out the attic.
Loriche is making large metal sheets at her camp for an unknown purpose.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sure!*
KK is confused as to why she isn't getting any signals from Isaac, and starts trying to fix the radio.
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 radio seems to be fine
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
She sets the radio down and heads out to the Inn where she assumes Isaac is. It's the first time she's left her studio in a while.
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 at one of the tables with a radio unit of his own. He is wearing headphones that are connected to the radio and is currently writing down notes in a small journal
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
"Hello again, Isaac!" She waves to him and approaches. She appears to be a cloth mannequin wearing a long white coat covered in paint and clay stains with an emerald green sweater and pants. Extending upwards from the back of her faceless head is a pair of radio antennae.
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)