Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Int- 9
Wis- 24
(Alrighty. Sorry again!)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
*You need to say what your character is doing, and who they are interacting with. Example: A short, fat, bald man with a mohawk walks over to Death and says, "Bonjour."*
The tall, grey haired viking man is playing a flute that seems to be crafted from bone.
Death is eating curry.
Cerberus is playing Dragonchess near the Viking.
Sylvan is in the kitchen.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The Viking watches as he plays his bone flute. *Who is Cerberus playing with?*
One moment, there is a plate full of curry, the next it is all gone. No one really saw Death eat it, but he was holding a fork in his hand and now his skeletal visage seems to smile with satisfaction.
*a pit fiend*
Sylvan can’t see cause he’s in the kitchen.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Seeing a monstrous demon, the Viking rises from his chair in alarm, his bone flute clatters to the ground. His hand lands on his sword hilt and he draws it out a few inches, ready to take action if needed. When he sees that the pit fiend isn't actively harming anyone, he slides the sword into its sheath, but still watches warily.
Having finished his meal, the Grim Sweeper rises from his table, and takes his empty plate into the kitchen.
Cerberus moves his dragon to take out the fiends griffon and wins. They then shake and the pit fiend leaves.
“How was the curry.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"You should be careful dealing with devils like that. They can be dangerous tricksters." the Viking warns.
IT WAS SCRUMPTIOUS, THANK YOU.
He shrugs.
“Their not that dangerous when you get to know em.”
“Good”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Sorry, but I do not understand handspeech. Do you perhaps have a translator?"
Death goes over to a sink and washes the plate until it is as white as bone.
Cerberus rolls his eyes and start setting the board pack up.
“Thanks. Nobody ever washes their dishes.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The viking picks up his bone pipe from the floor and searches it, making sure it isn't damaged. He wipes it clean, and looks at it for a long time before saying, " You are a musician, are you not? Would you please accept this gift, " he says as he holds out the flute, " It is crafted from the bones of a dragon and it has the power to quell the hate of any draconic heart." He pauses, "A time is coming where it won't be of any use to me."
CERTAINLY. I TRY TO KEEP THINGS TIDY, says the specter who is constantly covered in gravedust.
Cerberus denies it, gesturing for you to keep it. A shambling mound walks in and sits at the opposing chair.
Sylvan rolls his eyes.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He appears to be about to protest, but stops when the shambling mound arrives. He looks at it in mild surprise. "What is that doing here?"
Death pulls a newspaper out from the shadowy void of his robe and opens it up beginning to read it.
They start playing Dragonchess.
“What’s happening on the newspaper?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The viking watches. He runs his finger over the runes engraved in the flute as he observes you play chess.
THERE IS A SMALL CHILD LOOKING FOR A LOST KITTEN. I HAVE FOUND THAT KITTEN, BUT IT HAS USED UP ALL NINE LIVES SO SHE WON'T BE SEEING IT AGAIN. THERE ARE JOB OPENINGS, CARTOONS, WEATHER PROPHESIES, AND OTHER SIMILAR GOINGS ON. THERE IS THE USUAL ACCOUNTS OF EVIL ACTIONS AND HORRIBLE OCCURRENCES. I USUALLY ONLY READ THE... WHERE IS IT? He flips through the pages, searching... AH, HERE IT IS, THE OBITUARIES.
The shambling mound moves his knight to try to take Cerberus’s dragon, but it gets captured by a ghast.
Sylvan remains silent.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The viking continues to watch silently.
Death stands there reading the obituaries.