Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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"It's fine. Spirits like yourself tend to question a lot."
"It is just. Children lose their parents and families due to these types of horrors. Would you wish that upon someone?"
"Whats in the crate? " he signs, following them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*BUDDY!!! -hugs-*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The Others?"
"Thanks. It took a lot of blood, sweat, and tears."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hey mate. How are you.*
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
"Well when you're asleep for a long time things get confusing."
"You say that as if any side of a war is just. Children lose their parents to greater threats than shadow monster, they lose them to other people. Do you wish to focus on a threat that isn't the largest one?"
They open the crate, revealing pristine fruits and veges.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*I'm okay. do you wanna rp at all?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Fair enough."
"I kill big threats on a regular basis. I'm here and right now this is my main focus." he says, a snarl on his face.
Hearths eyes widen, clearly surprised.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“You know, the Others… I mean, technically I haven’t been referring to them as a group for most of the time, but you know… the shadowy eldritch creatures bound by chains of time and space. The vassals of Tharizdun.”
“Wait really? Is it like… powered by pain or something? Like a hammerer?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Never heard of them...then again I have been trying to live a peaceful life."
"Nah. Magic. Lots and lots of magic." he says patting the dragons head. "He's made from Celestial Bronze."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*sorry for slow replies, internet is being irritating*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*All good dude :) *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sure.*
Amphitrite is sitting on the rocks of the coastline, humming to herself as she brushes out her long white hair. Her pearly scales glint like diamonds, glittering.
Io is cleaning her katana, her long black hair tied back in a bun and pin up with silver hair sticks. The veins in her neck are more pronounced, the disease seeming to be rougher today.
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
*It's alright. Take as much time as you need. :)*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
There is a loud curse as a small young man riding on the back of a metallic dragon crashes into the beach nearby. "Dang it Festus!!!" Leo shouts, spitting sand out of his mouth
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen looks a bit confused. “Really? I feel like I talk about them a lot… haven’t I told you my dramatic, dark backstory before?”
“Oh cool, what’s Celestial Bronze?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Grove thanks them and walks off to figure things out.
"Sometimes the solution isn't to kill something because you want to. You are more dangerous as the monsters you hunt." Benimaru says, pushing on his already present anger.
He offers him a tomato, large and bright red.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Nope."
"Godly metals. Found on Mount Olympus."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"See ya!"
"Oh I know that much." The Hunter says with a sickly smile.
Hearth makes it levitate with a smile on his face.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Amphitrite looks over, her scales becoming sharp as she gets startled. "Careful!" She hisses.
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
"Sorry ma'am! My dragon had a malfunction!" he says, brushing sand out of his curly hair.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.