Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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(i'm doing well. how about you?)
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
*I'm doing okay. Kinda tired, but only slightly.*
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)
*Around 11:00 here.*
*why is all of the music in every Sonic game always so unimaginably good in every way*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hey Baalze, what happened to Chef Barbeau? I miss him, he was my favorite character of yours.*
*Sonic Superstar doesn’t have absolutely banger music, but every other one does. Anyway we have arrived around the same time again.*
*I'm doing decently well myself.*
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)
*Oh, nothing, I just wanted to intro newer characters and eventually people stopped RPing with him so I just kind of took him off my usual roster. I'd be happy to bring him back, I just didn't know anyone cared.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Rival Yvonne sent out Characters!*
The Seer is plotting something inside the Inn, and isn't exactly being subtle about it- she's planning a way to get back at Traitor.
Traitor is wandering the forest, thinking about their plan to further inconvenience the Seer.
KK's voice can be heard from the radio at the Inn, reading out an advertisement for Charlie's Spectre possession business.
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)
*LIVE AND LEARRRRRN*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*You don’t have to bring him back, if you do though I would be very happy to see him again. Overjoyed you could say.*
*I’ve still got so many characters to do before I finish the DD roster, so tiring.*
*Anyway how are you doin’ man?*
*morning everyone.*
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
*Morning Wendigo*
Shade is very hungover and is laying at the bar surrounded by empty bottles
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Mornin’ pardner, how goes it?*
Damian is making breakfast for everyone in the Inn with Domino in the kitchen to watch, putting a cup of ice water in front of Shade.
*Hey. I am somewhat miserable and exhausted today. Anxiety got to me last night while I was doing research for my manga, and I only got 4 hours of sleep. While it's better than none, that's about half of what I'm supposed to get.*
Anyway, how are you?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Characters.*
Stroth is outside, dressed in a black sweater, her brown leather jacket, and a pair of warm leggings. She is venturing through a cave that she found, that seems to continue down for miles. She grips the rope that she has lowered down, taking careful steps down into its territory. The lower she goes, she can see her breath with how cold it's getting.
Allison is inside, curled up at a booth, having some lunch. She is looking over sheets of music she wrote, humming each note to herself. She is dressed in a long sleeved white blouse and a pair of soft black leggings.
Scott is sitting in his room, at the desk, trying to at least write a new chapter for the book that never seems to end. He sighs, running a hand through his black hair, grumbling to himself. Multiple used cups of coffee are littered around the desk along with crumbled balls of paper.
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
*Okay, I'm about to be a big brother here.
You need to sleep Baalz. Four hours of sleep is not something someone can live on. I need you, at a certain time, to put your phone, computer, any device away and sleep then. If you feel the urge to use them, give them to a parent or put them somewhere you can't get them to till tomorrow.*
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
They suddenly feel a spot of intense warmth somewhere in the cave, scorching heat, like there a red dragon sleeping somewhere within. The heat is far enough away to not burn, but close enough to be felt from where she is.
The Bounty Hunter walks into the Inn, his pitch black clothes stained in the blood of another one of his bounties, especially around his fists. His eyes, the only visible part of his face, are tired as he orders himself a simple healthy meal and begins to eat.
*Do you want anyone else? Out of my characters I mean.*