Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*hiya!*
(heyo)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Ain't your fault hon*
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 shifts, moving his helmet so that he can see the bottle at his feet. "Brilliant. I used to be a baker myself. They do terrible things in those little workshops. They brick you in next to the ovens, mix things in with the flour so it burns to the touch, then give you nothing but rotgut to sustain you... but I have been Saved from that life." He seems proud of this last statement, despite still clearly being imprisoned and tortured in one way or another. "Your kindness alone sustains me more than any food can." He breaks the sandwich in half and offers one half to her. "My purpose now is to Save others, so they may go to Carcassonne when they die, made perfect as the gilded cobblestones they walk on."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(eh :P)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oi! Get Hoggle out of here before the Archfey sees!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Carcassonne.. the name feels familiar but it's is foggy, behind the mists of my mind. Wasn't what it once was after all!" She chuckled and sits down, taking the half that was given to her "We ain't much in this world without a little kindness honey. Being cruel and mean comes easy, dying is easy, killing is easy, but being kind and caring to others is a challenge and one I will readily keep working at."
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 feel like I should wake up some of my older characters but I don't know who..*
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
*its too late*
*i v e s e e n e v e r y t h I n g*
The figure goes silent, enjoying the moment for a while. "You really must be an angel, as I am. Rare as we are, made still rarer by our poor memories. Few remember Carcassonne anymore. As angels ourselves, I doubt we'll ever see it. But we can still learn, as any child of the King can. And isn't that a beautiful thing? Our souls can grow and adapt. But yes, a curse it is as well. Some souls grow twisted, and must be pruned and cared for, as mine has been." He sighs and plucks a sausage off of his sword and places it in his half of the sandwich before carefully maneuvering the upgraded edible into the hole in his helmet.
"I think that people should be cared for when they stumble into sin, helped up instead of beaten down. That's what I think would have helped me most. I turned out fine, mostly, but my prisonmates were all miserable and tormented. I had to Save them after the guards executed them." He takes a sip of peach tea. "Such a sad... sad day."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hoggle! We'll need a bigger sprayer!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*r u n f o r y o u r l i f e*
She listens and tilts her head, he gets a sense that she is smiling despite having no features under that mask "Honey, I feel a lot of people share your values. While I cannot say that my values align with yours, it doesn't mean I am going to hunt you down or call you names or say you are wrong. Personally.. and I know this will sound rough, I feel as though the people who end up engulfed by flames shouldn't be helped.. they made their choice and while I do feel sympathy for them, I just feel like once you get twisted in the briars, it's hard to get out." She sighs, her shoulders slumping.
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 blind monster thinks on that for a moment. "Everyone can be redeemed. Sometimes, it's just not while they're alive. Carcassonne makes everything perfect. I can Save the dead. I can Save anybody!" He abruptly stands up, pointing his sword into the air. "Salvation is a right, my dear girl! The King has made this clear to me when he divested me of my mortality! The idea that anyone should be damned is such a sad one, and an arbitrary one at that! All transgression is sin, even if we don't see it as such! All sin leads to death, so says the Kind One! Death eternal, in the flames of the underworld! But if you could purify every one of those rotting, worthless people, if it were as easy as pie, wouldn't you? Purge them of all their sins! Oh, yes! Purge them all!"
He cackles into the air. She suddenly gets a feeling from him. He is filled with evil. Enough evil to spawn a demon. Many, even. Thousands of clashing evils, sins that contradict each other, a gargantuan potluck of foulness. Whatever this thing is, it certainly isn't an angel.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*If this makes anyone uncomfortable, please tell me.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Also, it's almost midnight here, I gotta go to bed.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That's it, I'm bringing back the Egregore*
*But nerfed*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Good morning kids. I just woke up and I have to work again from 3-9 pm and I am going to turn into a puddle of sleepy goo.*
*I'm thinking about bringing back Antonio and maybe... My scraggly Tabaxi ship captain.*
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
*O noes, not the sleepy goo!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels