Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Aonghus sniffs the air, tilting his head. "Hello.. are you alright?"
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 creature. That weird thing that was following me when I met you." He says with a sigh
Ani hums, leaning xan on him, "Sleep well" He says softly
The huge, armored man seems slightly confused. "No, not really. I... don't think you're supposed to be here yet. But that's a problem for later. Do you happen to have a sweet tooth?"
He speaks with a deep voice light German accent.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods "Yeah?... Where is it?"
Xan makes a purring noise
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 don't think so either but rules and times tend to bend around me unfortunately." He chuckles. He stares at the weapons, ears and tail drooping in fear, before he hears the word "sweet tooth" and nods vigorously.
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
"Me too, Herr Hund." He gestures to a series of animal skins placed on the beach. "Zit with me. I am ze bezt chocolatier in all of das Purgatorium."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I cannot eat chocolate.." he said "Gives me a tummy ache". He looks at the animal pelts "Did they die from 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
"Thats the issue, I don't know." He says
Ani smiles, lightly patting xan's back
*I'm giving up on the phonetic accent, it hurts me inside to write and read it*
"No, they probably died naturally the first time, and by hunters the second. I make confections of all kinds, Herrn, so you need not worry. Does honey whet your appetite? I recently made some dampfnudels as well, if that piques your interest."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*salutations!*
Pch’Ptah is attempting to sit calmly, but is beginning to suffer withdrawal.
Nainai is eating a sandwich with a lot of onions and tomato on it.
Thirteen is writing in his journal.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He hears a distant yet clear voice. Deep, with a German accent. "Perhaps a sweetie will take the edge off?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
<What? Who are you? I’m concentrating.> Pch’Ptah says. It sounds very agitated.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Damn. If I had a nickel for each time I misgendered a bug, I'd probably have several nickels by this point.*
It sees a blurry figure of a massive knight in armor made of crystalized honey. "You are half-dead. Your body is craving something desperately." He holds out a hand. There is a small, yellow, wrapped hard candy in it. "I make sweets with medicinal properties. This one is normally for nicotine addicts, but I think it might take the edge off for you too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
<I’m all edges, pal. My willpower is titanium, and I’ve been half-dead for the past three years.> Despite these bold words, Pch’Ptah’s antennae are slightly curling, and its lesser hands are tightly clenched.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Then you must be three-quarters dead. You're seeing me, and I'm very much unalive. Either you're an unwilling psychopomp, or you're closer to the realms of the deceased than you normally are. Or maybe it's just a... fluke, as you say. It's happened before." He sits down on something that Pch'Ptah can't see. "Are you sure you're alright, Herr Gottesanbeterin?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
<I don’t know. I also don’t know why you’re trying to peddle your [1gp] to a desperate thri-kreen when you could be, I don’t know, ANYWHERE ELSE?! If you’re dead, maybe I’m dying. It’s not… important…>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I am in purgatory right now. I have nowhere else to be. And I am not trying to sell you anything. I was an executioner in life, so I have plenty of money down here. What I know is that if you're seeing me, you shouldn't be. I'm normally only seen by the terminally ill or gravely wounded. You are dancing on a knife's edge, friend. I was just trying to make sure you didn't cut your feet."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
<Wait, it’s free?!>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Of course. What would I even charge you? Rule one of being dead is that you can't bring anything with you. Just your emotional baggage. So, you want the sweetie? You might be rid of me if you take it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
<…sure.> It takes the sweet.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.