Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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The Serpent of Chaos absorbs the lightning. Theren staggers to his feet. "I dont think that'll work mate!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“So do we just lie down and die?!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Theren spins his sword. "What are you? Insane?" he says, dodging the tail of the serpent. "We fight until we die."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“No I mean HOW do I fight?? I’M VERY PHYSICALLY WEAK!!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hello*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Allo*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*sup*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Dont use magic like storms and such. Thats a sign of chaos in ancient Egypt. use, like, fire and stuff!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*How is it going everyone? I'm doing well. Got to be on announcements, which was nice, and people seemed to like what I had to say*
Meroving is planning a picnic
Raphael is reading a book
Greg is taking a cat nap
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“I WOULD ARGUE THAT HEAT IN ENTROPIC TER- oh never mind.” Bolstering his magic, Thirteen shoots a sunburst at the Serpent. It must make a CON save.
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 woods tremble with a battle. A glowing figure resembling Nick and a wounded Theren are engaged in combat with a huge Serpent. They flicker in and out of sight as they slip between the Duat and this world. The Serpent hisses loudly and slams Theren into a tree, pinning him, as Nick grows to be 12 feet tall and surrounded by a golden glowing avatar. Nicks avatar slams its fist into Serpents flesh.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
CON: 20
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Take half of 26 radiant damage.
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 Serpent hisses loudly. Theren laughs like a maniac and charges the Serpent with glee in his eyes. Nick is struggling to keep his huge avatar present.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Suddenly, from behind, Threksos charges at the Serpent.
Attack: 24 Damage: 11 bludgeoning damage. His horns count as magical weapons for all intents and purposes *don’t ask why*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hoi hoi, characters for rn*
Rory is laying on the roof of the shrine, hidden from everyone below in the streets. He has one arm lain over his face
Aspen walks into the inn, ordering something to drink before sitting in a booth, tracing pictures in frost on the window
Anastasius is talking to a devil, from the looks of it a cambion that has come from a nearby portal. They're both sat crisscross in the grass
He hears someone walking around in the shrine
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He feels something fluffy brush by his hand.
Mauric watches from behind a nearby tree.
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 groans slightly, trying to ignore it and pretend there's nobody here, not wanting to deal with a prayer