Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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Ichigo is outside, practicing with his sword. He moves fluidly despite being a pile of bugs and some armor. He slices through the wood of the dummy like it's butter, the top half toppling over to the ground.
Scott is napping on a sofa in the library of the tavern, curled up under a thick blanket.
Father Luciano is praying in the temple,
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
"Timeless sleep where I lie dreaming
Shadows steeped in nightmares stir
Heroes weep with hearts ungleaming
Bend thy knee or my wrath incur
Blighted sheep, the light deceives thee
Darkness become thy shepherd
I keep my monsters, thralls beneath me
Call upon an age to break my curse!"
Attar stands in an abandoned hospital, coaxing souls into his long hands, delicately placing them into the plush pockets sewn into his coat. Monsters born of nightmares and shadow dig up graves in the back where there should have been a morgue, collecting corpses and removing personal effects from the ashes of the incinerator. Puppets and dolls crawl over the putrid mound where all the items are deposited, stitching and cutting madly.
"Rise from your lifeless sleep
With eyes a-gleaming
I shall reap a gentler world
Hunters leap with faith unyielding
Bend thy knee, embrace my curse!"
Attar watches as the massive, spider-like flesh golem rises from the mound. And another. And another. They disappear into the Nightmare, unable to be seen even by Truesight. The merchant points toward the Inn. "Leave no stone unturned. No dream of conquest must rest atop another. If there is any chance of a contract being taken out, I want that chance to be nil. Root out the traitors with all the hate I invest in you."
The only evidence of the puppets are slight movements in the grass heading toward the Inn.
"I refuse to be haunted."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(hello again)
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
They both feel dreadful presences around them. It's going to be a terrible night.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A kid, around 13, walks over. He’s wearing a white T shirt and green shorts as well as green boots. He asks for a pie of his own.
The Tabaxi is suddenly grabbed by something obscenely strong as said something shimers, half-visible in the moonlight. A huge spider of some sort built out of humanoid corpses, half-eating the poor catfolk. Jax hears the echoings of the voice of a man urging it on. Root out the traitors with all the hate I invest in you. I refuse to be haunted.
Lilac sees movements in the grass. Not rabbits. Something invisible. At least... sixteen of them, hopping toward her in utter silence.
*They're the little fluffy, pink dragon, right? If not, I'd like a description.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It rips the tabaxi in half, dropping it to the ground. It goes invisible for a second more before a pair of arms around its mouth grip Jax's throat. (Grapple: 18) A pair of hateful, half-remembered eyes bore into him. No dream of conquest must rest atop another. "Who are you?" Hisses the puppet.
A rabbit gets impaled, its blood splattering over a broken humanoid bone that makes up the end of what appears to be a giant spider's leg. That's what all of the things are. The legs of giant corpse spiders. There are more coming.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Deep within the woods, a deep screeching fills the air. Something between the mix of an animal and a person, both in such horrible pain. The animals in the area in the forest have disappeared, hidden in burrows and holes to hide from whatever it is.
A huge, bipedal skeleton of a crow stalks the area. It's rotting flesh and dirty feathers barely cling to its skeletal body that drops bits of rotting flesh to the ground. Its beady, lifeless eyes look around. A ghastly blue substance drips from its body, smoke spewing from it as the essence hits the ground. It clutches its stomach, doubling over and crying out again.
The mists engulf it, now in its place a handsome man. He stands about 6'2, tall and imposing. His stern features are treated with short silver hair with an undercut and a goatee. His black eyes were hollow and dull. His skin is pale, sickly almost. He wears beautiful purple and indigo robes that flow around him as if he is enveloped by the night sky. Strange markings cover his form, glowing deep blue and mapped across his flesh.
He takes a deep breath as if to steady himself, pulling out a necklace hidden under his robes. He rubs his thumb across the pendant, a silver dragonfly, pressing to his lips. He whispers a silent prayer to it before heading towards the tavern.
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
*Actually I wanted to rp with Lilac too.*
Gon, green shorts and shoes with a white T shirt, walks over and sits down at the bar, looks around 13 years old. Asks for a pie.
Someone absolutely giant walks by carrying several trees on his back. He is about 15ft tall, and completely covered in all natural muscle, tanned alabaster skin and the occasional group of red dragon scales.
*Anyone else want to rp with me? And if so with whom?*
*Hey Wendi! Myrrh opened up a portal to the Nightmare Realm and started summoning evil spirits to posses giant spider flesh golems and hide around the tavern for when he needs them, and to act as a sort of surveillance system.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Maybe Attar and Rag? You expressed interest in Attar before, but I'm not sure if Rag would be a good pairing. Maybe Highwayman or Dracula instead, since this guy is a merchant.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ooooooooh.*
Ichigo is watching, arms folded over his plate armor. His cat watches as well, curled up on his shoulder.
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
*I got my new boi if you want him?*
Deep within the woods, a deep screeching fills the air. Something between the mix of an animal and a person, both in such horrible pain. The animals in the area in the forest have disappeared, hidden in burrows and holes to hide from whatever it is.
A huge, bipedal skeleton of a crow stalks the area. It's rotting flesh and dirty feathers barely cling to its skeletal body that drops bits of rotting flesh to the ground. Its beady, lifeless eyes look around. A ghastly blue substance drips from its body, smoke spewing from it as the essence hits the ground. It clutches its stomach, doubling over and crying out again.
The mists engulf it, now in its place a handsome man. He stands about 6'2, tall and imposing. His stern features are treated with short silver hair with an undercut and a goatee. His black eyes were hollow and dull. His skin is pale, sickly almost. He wears beautiful purple and indigo robes that flow around him as if he is enveloped by the night sky. Strange markings cover his form, glowing deep blue and mapped across his flesh.
He takes a deep breath as if to steady himself, pulling out a necklace hidden under his robes. He rubs his thumb across the pendant, a silver dragonfly, pressing to his lips. He whispers a silent prayer to it before heading towards the tavern.
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
*You can rp with whomever you want, as for the Highwayman, is Attar at least relatively normal? Because if not the Highwayman will almost entirely not interact unless with a gun.*