Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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*I keep seeing my ex...*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Theren Dotsk." he says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The woman rushes after her. "They're just Hunters. Exorcists. Good kids."
The door begins to dent, the bat evidently more durable than the metal.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A weathered trailer sits unceremoniously in front of the tavern, its age unmistakable—at least a few years have passed since it last saw any care. The exterior is marred by blotches of mud and grime, suggesting it has been dragged through countless puddles over the seasons, leaving an impression of neglect. Its few windows are obscured by cheap white plastic blinds, which are equally grimy and faded, dulling any light that might filter through. The trailer's door, constructed from heavy, rusted metal, bears the marks of age, with patches of corrosion creeping up like an unwelcome fungus. One of the windows is ajar, allowing a snippet of music to escape into the afternoon air. The unmistakable twang of Johnny Cash's "Chicken in Black" emanates from a battered portable radio, its knobs faded from years of use. Alongside the music, the aroma of fried chicken teases the senses, a tantalizing blend of sizzling oil and the unmistakable scent of crispy, golden crust.
With a sudden, jarring sound, the door swings open, crashing against the trailer with a metallic thud. A man steps into view, standing about 5'11". He is clad in a fitted black t-shirt that clings to his form, paired with blue jeans that are as dirty as the trailer itself, suggesting hard labor and long hours. His thick work boots are scuffed, evidence of his daily toil. His slicked-back black hair contrasts with his fair skin, which tells stories of time spent outdoors—etched with scars that hint at a rugged life. His dark, stormy blue eyes scan the scene with an intensity that pierces through the surrounding chaos. In one hand, he holds a flimsy paper plate, piled high with succulent fried chicken, while the other clasps a solitary plastic cup filled with an indeterminate liquid.
He descends to the single step of the trailer, the aged wood creaking under his weight. Sitting down, he takes a moment to savor the warmth of his meal before digging in, the dual sounds of crunching and Cash's voice intertwining in the air, creating a vivid snapshot of life in this tucked-away corner.
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
The man whimpers and goes silent.
"I don't know what you want from me. Don't be kind, don't be cruel. I don't know why I try."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She continues to lead them to one large framed painting against an interior wall- one of numerous that KK has been working on in her free time-, sliding it over to reveal a door behind it that she opens, revealing a somewhat small room inside. "We should have a better chance of hiding in here."
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)
*Damn, that’s the worst. But I know you can push through whatever influence she has on your life. Don’t let it hold you back. You’re strong.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The woman enters and crouches down. "If there weren't so many I could probably take them, but, you know, there's three big guys out there!" She chuckles nervously.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*...I guess....*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*It’s not a guess. It’s a fact.*
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 want you to stop wasting your time. You could have just killed this guy, or just let him go. That begin said." He turns to the guy "If I see you around here again, I'll find everyone you love and kill them while you watch."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*STICK EM UP EVERYBODY IM ROBBIN' THIS PLACE, PUT ALL YOUR MONEY IN MY GUITAR CASE, DON'T NOBODY MOVE AND NOBODY REACH FOR THAT DOOR!!!*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*In all honesty, this guy is a criminal so that makes sense.*
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
*Better than some, you?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"You seem sad, are you sad?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I love Johnny Cash, I could never dare to harm this man, anyway. Want to rp?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Understandable. I'm not much of a fighter, so I'm helping out in other ways." She slides the painting back over and closes the door, locking it.
The inside of the room, which is only about as big as a walk-in closet, is almost completely empty. The only thing of any note is several rough sketches pinned to a corkboard, detailing various outfits meant to fit something only vaguely reminiscent of a humanoid creature, though that form seems to differ between each drawing.
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 man stumbles back, struggling to get to his feet.
"Fair point. I have better things to do."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sure. I got Julian, who is the new guy, Allison, Stroth, Scott, Ichigo, etc.*
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
"Just regretting a lot.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.