Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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"I'm not trying to convince anyone of anything." the scarecrow says with its arms spread wide to allow the blackbirds a place to perch. "I'm just trying to use my curse to bring about beauty."
“What beauty is there in senseless rot?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"That is very forgiving for a journalist. Hmm... I expect good things from you." He places a big, soft paw on Nai's shoulder. "Keep up the good work. Just be sure to spread information, not fear. It's easy to make that mistake, and even I myself am guilty of such a crime."
<Grab whatever tickles your fancy.> He climbs up a tree with his one exposed arm and examines some eggs. He climbs back down and goes for a different nest.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I ain’t a journalist, just a writer in general. I also do a lot of tap dancing, though that’s not so lucrative.”
After a bit, Caramel surfaces with a few small walleyes.
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 turns to you, "Boundless beauty. Without it, we would have no wine, no mead, no cider, no cheese. Dance and party today my friend and rot and ferment tomorrow so that those who come after you can drink and feast in their time."
He turns his black button eyes to the path of blighted straw that he has carved into the field. "Besides, this rot ain't senseless. I am using it as a paintbrush. Creating my own patterns and designs in the field so that my feathered friends up above could have something pretty to look up on." He gestures to the murder of crows blackening the sky above the field.
“I think people need this field to eat and live though.” Behind the scarecrow is a sun elf in black robes. A teal stripe runs through his blonde hair and there is a steel flail in his hand.
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 bought this field myself. I wouldn't burden a poor soul with my cursed art, that would be unkind."
The small hooded figure sits in the corner of the tavern
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Oh. I’ll leave you to it then.” In a flash, the elf is gone.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hm," He then turns and plunges into a wall of wheat which then withers around him, continuing his destructive creation.
A ragged scarecrow approaches you, "Hello, can I buy you a drink? A meal perhaps?"
"Fair enough. But keep spreading knowledge, friend."
<Excellent choice. Buttery mouthfeel, light sweetness... This will be excellent. Come now, my chef. We must cook.>
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I will. Well, I guess I’ll let you go. Hopefully I see ya again with some real concrete proof of some of my hypotheses.”
<Ohmkay.> She carries the fish over to him carefully.
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 hope so too!"
He takes the fish, places them on a stump, and begins to gut them. <Now for a task to test your skill. Open this jar of cornichons.> A jar sits on the ground nearby.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Caramel eyes the jar carefully, then begins to move her mouth as though she’s chewing, then suddenly breaks her jaw. She then twists off the lid with her substantially-larger mouth and reattaches her jaw. <How was that?>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<Excellent. I'd like to meet your companion sometime.> He takes out a single pickle and cuts it up. <If he hangs around someone like you, he must be interesting.>
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
<Very much so. He’s done a lot. He accidentally went on a date with Tasha the Witch Queen and it was not a fun week afterwards. He also stole a ring from an archdruid that had turned an entire planet into a single organism under his control. Then, that ring animated my companion’s arcane simulacrum who escaped to Toril and became a successful adventurer. And had a nice conversation with at least six gods.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<Nevermind, I think I want to avoid meeting him.> He moves with lightning speed. Within a minute, he has the fish tartare ready. He places the plate on the ground. <Can you fix your jaw?>
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
<Mhm.> With a powerful CRUNCH, Caramel’s jaw is back in place.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The air seems to become electric, sending the feeling of energy through everyone and everything. The clouds overhead, once few and far between, have began to roll in. Thunder fills the air like drums while lighting plays in the safety of the clouds, lighting them up for all to see.
In the field outside the tavern, the wind begins to pick up. There is a mass, in the center of the field, that seems to be getting up from its resting spot on the ground. Little bits that fly around with the wind seems magnetically attracted to this mass and seem to attach to it's skin, melting in to its new form.
It stands up, shivering a bit. The area around it seems to warp and fluxate for a moment. The wind dies down and the thunder and lightning stops, rain now falling to the ground. The rain is not normal though, each droplet of water is the very essence of color.
The being, with skin the color of almonds and hair the color of flaxed gold, stands amongst it all. Their eyes are filled with wonder and amazement or the area around them, a bright warm smile on their face.
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