Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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"My name is Krist, and I am no one important. I am here to simply watch you is all. I am sorry I'm my presence has disturbed you."
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
Maroque rubs his temples. "I'm guessing you're one of those guys that think I need to have an eye kept on me or something? Well, you're right." He stands up. "By the time I'm done with this world, there will be no light for you to see me by."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Krist sighs and tilts his head "Please, I would like it if we talked this through. I understand you hate everything, and I'm sorry everything has taken your immortal life this way, but I know sorry is a simple word that can't express how truly sorry I am. Words in any language don't begin to describe it.."
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
"I... I can understand that you care." He sighs. "In all honesty, I have nothing against you, whether you are human as you appear or divine as you speak. My hatred burns for the Ur-God. That demon, the Divine Light. The one that gave mortals that spark of... whatever it is that drives them to carve and peel at my spouse. I don't want to hurt you... but I couldn't care less how much pain you monsters are in once I take my spouse back."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Krist smiles "A fire that drives even you? You care about them so you are driven to stop those who scrape at her like ants?" He asks, smoothing out the front of his suit "You may not share the same spark, but you share the same driven passion. I understand you would do anything to save them, even getting more blood on your hands till they turn as dark as night, but that is the wrong way to go." He chuckles "but what do I know... Just a silly old man."
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
*open chars?*
psychopath ^-^
*back for a bit*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“Mmm… not supernatural or anything?”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
(I can bring Raphael back for a bit, but their… soul won’t come back. I’m just trying to make you feel better)
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"HE IS DEAD. DO NOT MOCK MY PAIN BY BRINGING HIM BACK WHEN HE IS SURE TO BE GONE IN A DAY." She snarled, ice crackling on her skin.
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
Crie doesn't look at Krist. "You would never understand. I don't want people to be hurt... I want them to change. There is no place in any world for mortals as they are now. The Nielle... my blood... it makes them more like me. But if they reject it, if they try to purge me and use me like they did my Sovereign, my sweet, darling angel... I will prod, pull, and peel until I think they have suffered enough!!"
He roars the last sentence, not to Krist, but to the whole world.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*rp wedigo?*
psychopath ^-^
*Gtg for dinner!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Krist stares into the distance, his eyes betraying a far away look. "My own wife is in the ground, rest her soul. I thought I set her in a safe place to rest but they built a shop on top of her. I can't even go to see my own wife's grave. I can't sit by it when I am feeling down. I can't place flowers on t to respect her." He said, standing up. He leaned on his cane "Suffering leads to nothing except hurt and resentment..." He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose "They change.. I know they do. They have killed and slaughtered, but they have also hoped and dreamed. They tried to become more than they are, they try to protect and survive. Not everything they do is bad, but their intentions in the moment are wrong."
He looks at Crie and smiles sadly. "I don't think they deserve to suffer. They already make each other suffer enough. Wars, Famines, Hate... It all happens by them, to each other..."
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 god of darkness considers this for a minute. "Imagine if, instead of your wife dying, they crucified her. They impaled her, over and over again, and kept her from dying, then built a shop on top of her, using her spine as a pillar. Imagine they just kept building and building as the weight of the building slowly crushed her. And the shop owner imports fire ants and puts them at the foot of the crucifix, and they ate her and ate her and drilled down to the bone and they knew exactly what they were doing. People start claiming stock over her, saying that they own a kidney or a lung or a fingernail. Imagine you had to watch this entire thing, unable to comfort your wife, unable to talk to her, to tell her how much you love her or that she'll be alright. There was no reason for any of it. There was no desire for profit, no family to feed. The shop owner just wanted to see if he could."
"Now, after millennia of being in that situation, Krist, wouldn't you begin to hate? To hate the shop owner? The crucifix? The shop? The ants? The stockholders? What if you could take your beloved away from this whole situation, at the cost of destroying the shop? You could bring her home, and hold her and love her again after millions of years of just watching her suffer. Would you really care about how much pain those ants are in when you remove her?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I wouldn't." He said and chuckled, a tear running down his wrinkled, scarred cheek. "Because I know what they did is wrong, but I would forgive. I would be angry, yes, but I wouldn't hurt them for what they did, because that would mean I would stoop to their level. I wouldn't cause hurt, just like they caused to me and my wife." He leaned wearily on his cane.
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
"You really must be a god. But I don't give a damn anymore. If I had any heart left to care... I don't think I could live. A piece of my soul lives in every being that has one. I want to love everything and everyone, I really, really do. But I'm not strong like you. I'm angry. My hate reaches the skies, and thunders like a lion. I don't want to... but I'm running out of time and options. The mortals are already killing my love, and they'll kill themselves in the process. If I have to change them to save them, so be it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*GTG for about 45 minutes, but I'll be back!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(… got it, sorry)
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I'm not a god, just an old man whose been around a very very long time." He said and sat back down on a rock. "I am here if you want to talk about what you've been through, I will listen. But I also ask you not to hurt them." He said and nodded slowly "I can't convince you, you've made that clear. But if you want someone you can spill you mind too, I'll be here."
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