Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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*anyone is ok, but I’ll pick Damian, Gon, and the Crusader ig*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
This blindfolded traveler would smell rotting flesh in the air nearby, but not like the smell of death, not yet at least. The Leper rests at a table outside of the tavern, looking to the distance with a gaze that tells every story ever told, a long and strange life.
*Sure thing, coming right up.*
The Crusader is in the tavern, crunching down on a plate of bones, his helm still on as he reaches underneath to eat.
Gon is in the forest practicing his Nen, trees explode into splinters after charging up for a few moments every time.
Damian has gotten some sleep and is back to planning his wedding. Seemingly more stressed out than before, drinking occasionally from his flask to calm down.
*Sure! This might work well for, say, the Bounty Hunter if you're interested in playing with him, but I think just about any character would work.*
A hulking Hunter in dark, heavy armor strides proudly out of a dungeon, utterly drenched in gore. Thousands of monsters lay dead in his wake as he fuels his chainsaw with their sparkling blood. He heads for the tavern, but when he sees who is there, he freezes in place before leaving as quickly and quietly as possible.
The figure he saw had just entered, plump, dressed in stitch-covered clothes, and followed by two hellhounds with leather barding. The Demon himself wears no armor, but carries many weapons and traps. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wanted poster for the Hunter, placing it onto the bar.
Anyone who has faced supernatural threats for a living knows this being. The seemingly unstoppable Cursebutcher. A veritable boogeyman among Hunters.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
With morbid curiosity she walks closer to the rotting thing. Maybe not morbid curiosity. Something more like... hunger.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
In the corner of the tavern rests the Bounty Hunter, looking to the paper that was slammed on the corner and grunting in annoyance thinking to himself ‘Another bounty missed, another reward lost. I think I’ve seen that guy before, or at least heard of him, doesn’t matter, either way he won’t get in the way of any of mine.’ He drinks from his mug, sharpening his axe.
The Leper doesn’t seem afraid, although he can sense the hunger in her very being. He reaches out a hand to guide her over to a seat next to his “Here.”
She grabs with her wrapped hand and sits down. "Thank you"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I wanna RP but I don't feel like writing down all my characters. If you want to RP, just ask for a character(s) and I'll make it happen.*
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 demon turns to the gathered group. "Anyone who tracks him down for me will receive 75% of the reward. Do not engage. You will not be compensated for any losses of equipment, lives, or limbs."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Elaine is having her minions set up a cabin for them to rest in since they can't enter the tavern. She's trying to read the braille blueprints that her monsters already know.
An incredibly muscular Hunter in dark, heavy armor struts out of a dungeon, utterly drenched in gore. Thousands of monsters lay dead in his wake as he fuels his chainsaw with their sparkling blood.
A fat Demon in heavily stitched clothes is sitting in the woods with his two hellhounds, shotgun in hand. He's waiting for something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*i've got
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A shortish traveler with a blindfold and cane arrives at the inn. She has a thick woolen hood pulled over her head and shoulders, and peasant's clothes. A roughly-carved kuksa hangs from her leather belt
*sorry abt the thing*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
She feels that his hand is bandaged yet strong “It is the least I could possibly do.”
"I can find my way around, but your help is appreciated" she drops his hand, wiping it off on her shirt
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“All need help in some way, I am happy I could help you. What brings you around here ma’am?”
*Hhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm. [Throws coin in the void and shakes it up]*
Teddy stands there, holding his tote filled to the brim with baked good, each container having the pastries name and ingredients in braille. He smiles "Working hard?"
Ichigo watches from where he was meditating, his burning trained in them like a hawk. He stands up, his cat jumping down from his shoulder.
Lore looks over, Harmonia holding one of her hands. She says some words to Harmonia who then walks over, offering a white lily to them.
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
"Sure sounds like it." She replies. "Hope this doesn't violate any zoning laws."
The man smirks at Ichigo. "You a Hunter too?"
The Demon sets down his shotgun (specifically on the side of the stump away from Harmonia) and delicately takes the flower in his supple gloves. "Thank you, little one. What brings you out here?" He speaks with an extremely gentle voice, unfitting for such a menacing-looking figure.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Bounty Hunter slams his mug into the table, splintering it a bit “I’ll take the job for 80% and will get them to you by the end of the week.”
"I wouldn't know." He chuckles, setting the tote down "That's for you."
Ichigo shakes his head "Not... in same.. way."
She points back to Lore who is watching "My momma wants me to get better at saying hello."
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