Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*Oh, okay. I was gonna destroy the death star but I'll save it for another time*
*Ok! I do have two other characters above if you'd like to interact tho*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*alright, lemme intro*
An ODST is on leave at the Inn
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The ODST takes notice and watches cautiously
The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The ODST stands and draws his sidarm. He starts to run to the kid.
The kid scrambles to his feet, yanking his makeshift spear off of his back, fear in his eyes as he holds it steady
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The ODST grabs the kid by the arm and pulls him up, running with him away from the machine.
"GET OFF OF ME!" the kid screams, using the butt of his spear to connect with the ODST's head.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He falls over, "God! Kid, stop it! I'm trying to help!"
The kid points his spear at the man, eyes blazing with fear.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Come on! We need to get the hell out of here before that machine catches up!"
"The Griever wont stop chasing us." the kid wheezes, out of breath
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(morning)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Then I'll kill it." He says, standing up and pulling a granade from his belt.
"Your an idiot if you think that'll work."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I mean, in the book it was killed with a wooden spear, I think an m9 frag and some armor-piercing rounds can also kill it.*
"It will have to."
*True but for this kid he has no idea what that is.*
"Alright shuckface, be my guest."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
As the griever approaches, the ODST throws the frag in its path, then holds up his sidearm and fires it at the granade as the griever passes over it, detonating the frag
Hit:19
Damage: 41