Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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Four buys them a drink
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"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
Aldin groans as he sits back in his chair, and carefully sips his drink. "Might just need to stay here for a while, till I can get some life back into my legs."
"I will stay here too. I have no other choice"
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"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
"O-oh? Why not? The elf says, intrigued.
"This place, it's a prison"
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"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
Aldin looks around, worried. "W-what do you mean?"
"There have been others like this. Many go in. Few leave."
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"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
"My goodness. Well, I do hope I can leave eventually."
"Maybe you will, maybe you won't"
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"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
*gtg*
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"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
"How... cryptic. Now, is there anywhere with a fire where I can warm up my feet?"
It points to the fireplace
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"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
"Ah fantastic, well, I'll see you." He goes and sits by the fire, and starts to meditate.
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
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
*Anybody on???*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Yep*
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
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
waitin on ya, ella
*How be thine wendigo of lore?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Making a dwarf character*
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
*Nice*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!