Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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Hearthstone bows gracefully. "I owe you my life. I am in your debt. "
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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
Theren is oblivious to them.
*Probably preparing a spell*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Oh, I know like nothing about Guilty Gear. I pretty much just know Faust and a little bit about Potemkin and Bedman. And Happy Chaos, but I'm not really a fan of him.*
*I had to build this character using my own lore, mostly.*
*But yes, it is absolutely bonkers.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anybody want to rp with I?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I would give you a breakdown of Guilty Gear lore, but it's absolutely ridiculous. Also not liking Happy Chaos is fair, although he's my favorite, probably because of the same reasons you don't like him.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
HE gets barely an a foot from them before talking, "Nice garden"
he raises his plush to defend from the oncoming blow
Theren jumps, startled. "O-oh thanks."
Hearthstone casts shield, making a magical shield block the blow.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The angel shakes his head. "An angel cannot collect debts from others. But then..." it thinks. "I am not an angel, am I? Then yes. I will accept your debt once I am certain that you have fully recovered. Physical wounds can be healed with magic, but mental stress must be released slowly. We- I mean, my creators have experimented, but treating issues provides better results than medications or enchantments. The disposal of mentally ill officials was found to be far more expensive than proper care." It kneels. "Please, allow me to carry you to an establishment where food and drink can be provided. You may feel alright now, but a near-death experience can cause severe mental trauma, even if you've experienced it before."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sure! I'll play with anyone, so who do you want to use right now?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Hearthstone nods, arms outstretched.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles, "May not be a tiefling but you've got a green thumb." he chuckles
Georgie shivers behind it, backing up a bit
*I don't know what I'm feeling right now, how about this.*
Two people sit in the tavern, one seems to be just a high schooler and the other a hardened man. The man is shuffling a deck of cards absentmindedly, looking around the bar, his beard scruffy and unkempt. He looks like he works as a miner, his clothes and body covered in coal dust, his breathing strangely practiced, his muscles bulging. The high schooler is wearing their white school uniform, their muscles a comparable size to the miner's although not as large and compact, a metal bat of their shoulder, as well as their school jacket on their shoulders. The miner seems Caribbean in origin and the high schooler Japanese. *My latest stand user characters I might use.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Well, I am married to one." he says with a smile. "And for the green thumb I'm a ranger. It's kinda in my nature. That and being a half-elf."
The shield flickers with the next blow. Hearth is struggling to stand.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The angel gently lifts Hearthstone, bringing him to the Lord's Rest inn. It sets Hearth down in the most comfortable chair it can find. "As I am not an official anymore, I will use gold to pay for your care." It moves near-silently, leaving momentarily before returning with a stiff drink, a soda, a glass of water, crackers, and several hand pies, setting them all on the table. "I am unused to the cuisine, drinks, and cultural preferences of this city... no, area, so I purchased what seemed to be best for your size and level of exertion. Please eat slowly. Your stomach may be upset after your battle."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods, doing so. In-between bites he signs, "So why did they kick you outta heaven? "
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A ten-foot-tall angel, looking exactly like the drawings in the storybooks if they were also government officials (think like a generic police officer, but missing the badges), enters the tavern. Its blue eyes wash over the two. A peaceful, soothing presence. (aura effect: WIS save or be charmed by the angel, but be unable to be charmed or frightened by anything else. You can fail on purpose, of course.)
"You there. Are you preparing to gamble?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Ah, so that's who i sensed on you" he nods
Georgie squeezes his plush tight, mumbling softly to it, almost like a prayer
“Sensed who?”
”run…”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It was not heaven. It was known as New Babylon. It was meant to be heaven, but it never quite got there. If I were to hazard a guess, it never reached the heights it was intended to because it was made by mortal hands. The greatest of artisans worked together, using the Book of Exalted Deeds as their blueprint. But that was not the question. I was removed for failing at my task: recreating Ambrosia."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels