Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*Oh, one of my most beautiful friends, Jobah, it is good to see you.*
*Anybody want to rp with- The Graverobber, The Leper, The Highwayman, The Bounty Hunter, The Crusader, The Abomination, The Houndmaster, The Man at Arms, The Jester, or The Hellion? Or Damian, Sanviento, Ragnerious, Grove, or someone even more rare among my characters?*
*Thanks for calling me beautiful. It’s not true but it’s nice to hear.*
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 made Wendigo cry, but it's all good now I think.*
*I will avoid doing that in the future.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Trust me friend, you are a beautiful friend.*
*Give me a Sanviento and a Houndmaster*
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 don’t need the context, as long as Wendigo is good now. Care about yall.*
*You’re calling me “friend” more than the average cult leader would*
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 got you, with extra sauce.*
Sanviento is flying over the town on his twin pairs of angelic wings, writing in his journal at the same time. He is wearing a white and golden suit, looking absolutely fabulous.
The Houndmaster is sitting outside of the Inn with his dog, Bernard, just cleaning the blood out of his teeth and fur from their most recent adventure.
*What do you mean friend? (Gives a villainously wide smile)*
*Felix said he didn't care if William was in danger.*
*Wendi is now making Spy from TF2. The comics version.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*What do you mean friend? (Gives a villainously wide smile)*
*Emotions are good, but we need to make sure we don't upset people irl with our rp emotions o7*
*But you didn't doo anything bad either baalze, i'm just glad the two of you are ok*
*the best tf2 character :3*
*Didnt need the context but good to know, and that’s insane for Felix to say with how nice he is.*
*That is amazing.*
Thirteen is watching him from the ground, his eyes going from Sanviento to a page of his own journal over and over again. “Strange…” He mutters to himself.
The Faceless Flesh is dragging itself back toward the Inn, its eye retracted so it can’t see the hound and its master. However, it is made of delicious eldritch meat that would probably be appealing to any predator.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*THAT WOULD BE YOUR MOTHER*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sanviento looks down to them, floating down slowly. Upon hitting the ground walking over to the fellow scientist, putting on his circular glasses, slightly tinted golden as well.
Bernard shakes at the sight of the creature, having bitten into eldritch meat before, and obviously having a liking to it. He holds his dog carefully, calming them down.
“Hello good sir.” Thirteen bows obligingly.
The Flesh extrudes its eye, looking at Bernard warily. The cloth of the bag at its end ripples slightly as it rears up.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*His name is Sir René Theaux Le Beau and he is an Inquisitor for the Royal Guards of Duke Io, the Duke of Thallis. While traveling at night, René got lost. The Duke ended up getting accidently robbed and then it went south from there and was killed. René blames himself for not being there and is trying to redeem himself. He is stubborn to a fault and will never accept help no matter what. He refuses to get close to anyone ever, always a ting angry or cold to drive them away.*
*Anyways, that was my ramble... Good day.*
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