Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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* 'Allo*
*how are you*
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
*Doin' good, 'ow about you?*
*good*
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
*Wouldst thou likest to roleplay?*
*I pray thee, excuse my strange speech, it will end soon, as do all things on this earth.*
*sure*
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
The Grim Sweeper sits at a table. The Broom of Death is propped against his chair. Several hourglasses are set out before him.
*anyone online here?*
*i love that character already* In a poof of thick black smoke, a tall, brown-furred wendigo appears in the doorway.
The skull of the Grim Sweeper looks out from the endless depths of his shadowy, and dusty, cloak. He nods a greeting to the wendigo.
*Can you describe the wendigo's appearance?*
the wendigo sizes you up, while you do the same to him, he is 9 feet tall, has oat like legs with bone white hooves, a deer skull for a a face with long twisted antlers, his chest has his ribcage on the outside and claw like fingeres on his hands. he is coved from head to toe in dark brown fur, with a dark green tint in some spots. his eyes are all black voids, give for the pupils, which are glowing white dots.
The Grim Sweeper is tall. It is hard to say how tall, for he seems to always be at least a head taller than whoever is looking at him. He is bony. Very bony. To the point where he is a literal skeleton. A cloak as dark as the blackest shadow is draped over his skeletal frame. His eye sockets are empty expanses that have no end and are brimming with darkness. A cloud of graveyard dust floats around him. He sits relaxed at the table and a soft hiss rises from the hourglasses. A tall, dusty broom is carefully placed next to him.
"HELLO THERE." he speaks in a voice that sounds like it should be buried deep in the ground.
"Greetings" the wendigo says. *is sounds like this: Greetings.mp4*
WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE MY FELLOW SKULL FACED FRIEND? Death grins. The lack of facial flesh doesn't give him much of a choice.
"Mostly hunger for the flesh of the living, but also maybe a good beer"
THE FLESH OF THE LIVING? WELL, I AM SORRY TO SAY THAT I LACK BOTH FLESH AND LIFE SO I CANNOT SUPPLY YOU THERE. HOWEVER, I WILL BUY YOU A BEER IF YOU LIKE. Death smiles good naturedly and he gestures to the chair opposite of him.
"oh, that would be very nice" he says, scratching his ear causing a smol bone to fall out
Death pulls out a bulging money bag from the folds of his robe. He pulls out a handful of ancient looking coins that should probably be in a museum and hands them to a waiter who then brings your drink. SIT, says the Sweeper.
he sits besides the sweeper, and the wooden chair loses a little of its color. "so" he says "tell me, hows unlife been treating you?"