Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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Sweat trickles down his forehead as he looks at her. "Huh? Oh..I am..." he says, wincing slightly at the pain
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She reaches into a satchel at her side, looking for something for a second, before retrieving a roll of bandage gauze and offering it to him. It looks like most of the roll has already been used, only a little left.
"I don't know how much this is, but it might help."
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)
"Thanks." he mumbles, wrapping his knuckles with what gauze is left.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Hunter looks at his shotgun, considering something. He then sighs. "This monster was attacking civilians. I was trying to defend the populace from it!"
The False is clearly extremely stressed, unable to really move in any significant capacity due to the small barrier. "That's... not true..."
The Hunter laughs. "Is that your only defense? You were so obviously the aggressor! Look at how much damage you dealt to the town! Mage, kill it!"
The False looks at the faint cracks in the road. It closes its hollow eyes and takes a deep breath. "We are both spawn of the same Copy Spore."
"Do I look like a fungus to you? Perhaps give a lie you at least have a little evidence for!"
"I have reached adolescence and am due to be culled by our originator's Sporespawn. I have begun to develop physical flaws as I am reaching proper age to release my own spores."
"Well, that much is obvious! I don't want you leading Sporespawn to this random township! Even worse, you could reduce this town to an army of thralls should you mature fully and build a hive here!"
The False bows its head. "I... didn't consider that. I am sorry."
The Hunter laughs once more. "Sorry? It's common knowledge that Copy Spores and their Sporespawn have no remorse, empathy, or even emotions!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'll be back in a bit*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Baker listens quietly, his hands folded behind his back as he watches them discuss it in a civilized manner.
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
There's just barely enough to cover the injuries on both of his hands.
"I had to use a lot of it just getting here, so I don't know if it's enough..."
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)
The smell of blood floods the air around the tavern, drowning out anything else to the point of non existence, like a sea of blood had covered everything around it. A figure comes from what seems to be living darkness, rippling like the waves of a turbulent sea on calm endless midnight. The figure seems to be cloaked in these very shadows, moving past people with an unmatched elegance. They take a seat in the corner of the tavern, their own shadows meshing with those of the dark corner. The smell of blood on the figure is most pungent than anywhere else, and yet they smell as pleasant as a fall evening or a spring breeze or the strawberries of a sleepy summer afternoon. All anyone can tell from seeing them slightly is they are unique, and amazing, yet fleeting like the sunrise. He speaks with a voice of silk, ordering an ice water.
"It'll do. What's your name?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It's... I'm Omori. What's yours?" One of the tendrils composing their 'hair' opens its eyes and looks at him as well.
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)
"Theren Dotsk." he says with a small smile. "Nice to meet you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*snippet for Omori and Theren*
"It's nice to meet you as well." She grins, revealing a sharp set of teeth. "What were you doing?"
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)
"just a normal training regime." he says with a shrug, rubbing his flame tattooed covered arm nervously
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hey wendi do you wanna rp?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Training for what?" She glances over at the punching bag. Her other eyes do not, remaining fixed on Theren.
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)
"Just to stay in shape." he says with a shrug. "I don't like getting out of shape."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah, got it. Is there any particular reason you came here?"
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)
"just a place to get away from my messed up past." he says with another shrug. "What about you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sure. I got my baker dude set up if you want to RP with him.*
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 False looks at the baker, guilty, but not pleading. "I have no intention of starting a hive here. As I have been severed from my own hive, I have been marked for death by nature. I need a place suitably supernatural in order to avoid harming others."
"And yet you killed all those civilians?"
"I see no bodies."
"That's because you ate them, you greedy pig!"
"Do I look large enough to eat more than one average-sized humanoid?"
"You're an eldritch fungus from the Nightmare! You could be bigger on the inside."
"...True. Even I don't know what abilities I possess. It seems I am fighting a losing battle. Mage, sir, if you kill me, I beg of you, kill both of us."
"But that doesn't make any sense! At least one of us has to be right."
"No, at least one of us has to be wrong. There is a difference."
The Hunter laughs confidently. "You can't kill me! I was just doing my job! I'm a monster hunter! I was protecting the innocent! I've done nothing wrong!"
"Possibly."
"The hell is that supposed to mean?"
"All Sporespawn function as scouts. If what I say has even a grain of truth, then that means that you could be scouting this area for your Hive."
He scoffs. "You're not actually believing this thing, right?"
"Think about it. We both have the appearance of a historical figure, and he disappeared ages ago while in the Vital Nightmare. If he really was strong enough to survive the Nighmare and actively hunt the monsters there, then would he be having this much trouble with a monster of my category?"
"I have the stylings of the man, I'm not him!"
"You have his face, hair, and build. I used to, but I lost those features during my evolution."
"This is madness! Copy Spores are notorious for their deceptive abilities! This entity must be lying!"
"Yes, indeed, they are known for their deception. Which is why it would be safer to kill us both."
The Hunter stares. "No. No, that doesn't make sense."
"Why not? I'm clearly a massive threat, going by what you have said. And going by what I said, you would also be a massive threat." The False is shaking slightly, taking deep breaths. "I'd rather die than be the cause of such a tragedy as a hostile Copy Spore infestation. I'm scared. I always am. but this isn't about me."
"You are only scared because you are afraid of being slain by a true hero!" The Hunter turns to the baker. "Mage, slay him and become that hero!"
The False continues talking to the Hunter, not the baker. "...Any reasonable person would be scared out of their mind right now. We are trapped, being held at gunpoint, and on trail with no lawyer. Any false moves will result in the death of one or both of us. But I don't have anyone waiting for me back home. I can use fear as a defense, because I am strong enough to face it when I need to. Your kind will never understand fear. You see it as a defect, a failure of the creation process. That's why you're immune to it. But I was born with the defect, and it has allowed me to be more aware of myself and others."
"What is any of that supposed to mean?"
"It means you've disproven your humanity with your supposed 'perfection.' Now... I'm still scared... but sir mage, please cast judgement. I have no more good arguments."
"Hah! I have plenty left!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels