Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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She rolls her eyes "I'm not a demon!'
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
“Cool!” Mauric looks at them excitedly, before his expression grows serious again. “…so, I uh, need to ask you something.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
they nod, flying away.
'Fine..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Is anyone open?)
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
She at first is a bit surprised, but notices the smell of the food and immediately remembers how hungry they are. They slowly approach the man, wanting to converse but too nervous to initiate.
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)
"What's up?" he asks, still smiling
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He says the name a few times "Ezizah, I like it. My first friend and a name, all in one day. Amazing." He says smiling warmly.
"Fate may be imperfect, but that is how things are." He stands up from the table "I must go, this has been good to take part in." He takes his helmet and sword before walking off.
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, it’s kinda serious… you might want to stand up.” Mauric gets to his feet.
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 looks down to the young girl from his gargantuan height, and without a word pours her a bowl of the stew. He then hands it over to her with a smile, revealing dragon fangs as well as regular teeth "Eat up, you seem hungry."
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 am.*
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 does, tilting his head slightly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You act exactly like a demon though. You look like a demon. Your powers are mostly demonic in function. I'll be honest, I don't really care what you are."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Nick, we’ve been together for about three quarters of a year by now. It hasn’t been a very long relationship. But I already know that I could never love anyone else the way I love you.” Mauric kneels, taking from his pocket a small silver ring. “Will you marry me?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They seem elated, gratefully taking the bowl. "W- Wow! Thank you so much!" They begin to eat, but something else happens as well. Their tentacle hair rears up slightly, opening several eyes that look back at the man- almost like they're searching for something. She doesn't seem aware of this.
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)
His eyes widen as he covers his mouth. He nods quickly, his eyes tearing up.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Ohh my God thank you thank you thank you!” Mauric jumps up and hugs Nick close, crying and laughing giddily.
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 hugs him back tightly, crying tears of joy
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“You’re incredible Nick. I love you so much.” He whispers.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I love you too." he whispers back, kissing him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mauric draws back, looking into Nick’s eyes. “Thank you so much for saying yes.” He slides the ring gently onto Nick’s hand.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.