Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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"That is awful. You can't tie up all your value and joy in a mortal. They will fail you every time." A branch snaps as the scarecrow tries to move itself, but it remains stuck fast. "I find it helps to remember those who have left us behind by what they did and who they were in life, not by the fact that they died. Don't think about him as a dead man. Think about him as someone who lived. How did he live?"
"He...he was a good friend. Always helped me no matter what....he was a great listener too. Always wanted to help.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*kinda want to make a character that’s the embodiment of regret*
*sounds cool*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Sounds like a great guy. The world could use more people like that, I regret not meeting him."
"he was slaughtered by orcs..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Ragman seems to twitch, to cringe as if feeling pain, "...I'm sorry. How long ago was this?"
"about 4 years ago."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The sackcloth forehead creases in concern. "What honors your friend's memory more? Him being remembered as someone cruelly killed by orcs, or as a kind and compassionate person who went out of his way to help others?"
"Him being kind and compassionate."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A soft smile forms on his rough, cloth face. "I thought so. Would he want you to spend the rest of your life drowning in your own sorrow instead of living in the same manner he did?"
His eyes flare in anger. "I promised him i'd never forget him."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'm not saying to forget him. Memory is vital, memory is powerful. Remember him as long as you're alive." the scarecrow responds gently, "Remember him, and honor his memory by living as he would have if he had been given the chance. To throw away the memory of his life in favor of dwelling on his death is destruction and does him a great disservice. He wouldn't want you to throw away your life because his was taken away from him."
Tears start to fall from his face. "you don't get it..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
His shoulders sag a little. "Maybe I don't. I am only a bag of rags stuffed with hay and hunger after all. I don't even got a brain in my head bag." A few crows break their silence and caw. "But I think that I might. Every rag of my body is made up of the memories of a dead person. I know so many people so well, and they never met me. They never will because they are dead and gone. I feel the loss of so many, but what good would my life be if I spent every second of it mourning their deaths? My poor birds would grow hungry and I have no tears for them to drink. Instead, I remember them and try to honor and learn from their memories. I ain't perfect at it, and the sadness often whirls around me like a twister, threatening to tear me to pieces. That's how I got stuck in this here tree. Still, I try. Don't let your sadness make you forget to live your life. Surely your friend wouldn't want that?''
"H-he wouldn't..." he says with a hiccup
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"So honor him by holding on to his memory and taking joy from his life instead of sorrow from his death. I - I'm sorry," He says and he hangs his head. He seems weary.
"It's ok...I shouldn't've snapped..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The ragged man breathes ragged breathes, "Just... live your life, son. You can't hoard your heartbeats and you only get a certain amount. Each breath is a gift, spend it wisely. It would be wrong if some of those breathes weren't spent weeping and wailing, but it would be a waste if they weren't spent on laughter and singing either."
*I have to leave soon.*
He nods. "Thank you sir...'
*Dang ok*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.