Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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The Bounty Hunter lets him go, walking away on his own.
She takes her owns back into the pouch “That’s an assumption, but you might just be wrong.” She walks towards the tavern.
The Houndmaster looks to the thing “I’m good, how are you? Are you doing well?”
Damian smiles and nods “Consider it done sweets.” He opens the fridge and begins chopping parsley.
*yes*
She drains it quickly.
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
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Oblivion walks over to Marvin, poking them, the feeling like touching a rippling lake of ice cold water “Hello sir, weapons in here aren’t exactly preferable, considering how impatient some people can be.” His voice like an echo from far far away.
*Stop i'm already blushing b/c fever*
"Wanderlust."
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)
*Then towards a seat*
“I would love to bet on it, if you are so inclined.”
He looks down at them, his voice tired “Thank you, me and Bernard do our best to be friendly.”
He does exactly as she asks of him, a smile on his face as bright as the sun in the sky, sighing slightly “Do you have to be so lovely all the time?” He says, his eyes bright “You… I don’t even know how to describe it.”
Marvin looks up, a little surprised by Oblivion's appearance, but not afraid or in any way uncivil.
"I'm sure, but I have a problem. This weapon is alive, or more accurately, undead. It demands to be used, or it will start to kill on its own. A powerful Spectre brought it with them when they left the Spirit World, and if I killed this thing it would just come back in the hands of a different Spectre. So I'm burying it here, just in case."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I don't intend to. But a storm seems to be coming in, and I prefer not to travel in the rain."
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)
Oblivion tilts his head “I would not believe that I could still be desired inside, whether alive or undead. Although I will not stop you from taking it inside with all the trouble it could cause without you.” They put one hand on the weapon, their hand going completely through, covering the weapon in black void.
*Cut for Salem*
She taps her chin, leaning forward “How about you decide the conditions, and we will see where it gets going?”
He smiles “You’re a dragon? Bernard doesn’t like many of those, but he does like you.”
He begins to take out some of his own ingredients “The only thing that makes me feel alive anymore is you.” He says with a little peck on her nose, before boiling some water.
"I had no intention of bringing it inside. Even if the protective field would prevent it from hurting anyone, it is still a threatening object." He calmly watches. "I don't know if this is a rude question, but what is that you're doing right there?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He puts both hands behind his back “My apologies sir, I was simply checking what it takes to create such an object. The concepts of its creation, and seeing if I wanted to replicate a sweet treat of a similar quality and taste. Which I possibly could do.”
"You don't have to apologize. I'm here to listen, not criticize. I'll explain what this is. Curses are powerful effects that can do nearly anything, but if something is destroyed while it has a Curse, it becomes a Spectre in the afterlife. This weapon is an extremely powerful Spectre, and has possessed its original form, becoming what Hunters typically call a Category 3. You see how some parts aren't connected? It's still functional, despite being broken. As a Category 3, is empowers nearby Spectres to increase in category faster, and is strong enough for most countries to call an entire military force to destroy or contain it. If its destroyed, it becomes a regular Category 0 again, until someone finds it and merges it with another machine gun."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She rubs her chin again before smiling wide “That sounds fine to me, although not too difficult of a challenge I suppose. Best of luck.” She walks out of the tavern to find Jax.
He sighs “That is a long story. He’s just had a few more owners than me, and not all of them lived to give him away.”
“I’ve had some talks with him, although I can’t remember what we talked about, maybe because of all of the sleep I’ve been missing because I’m planning the wedding. I think I fainted after talking to him once.”