Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*ANYWAY- TIME TO NOT DWELL ON ISSUES AND ROLEPLAY. HERE MY CHILDREN, I FEED YOU ALL.*
Deep within the ocean, far below the waves, lurks pure darkness in its truest form. Birthed from the watery womb and fed up on dead gods who sunk to the bottom is something rotting. It climbs out from the salty waters, screeching like a newborn who took it's first breathes. People scatter, screaming in fear at this primordial abomination to man and god. It wears a tattered cloak of fish scales that cover it's decrepit body. It's flesh is made of writhing meat that is barely clinging to its form. It claws at the stone and sand, vomiting black bile and sea water. It doesn't seem to have any eyes, or perhaps they are hidden under the disgusting skin.
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
Thirteen is continuing his mushroom experiments outside under a sprawling sycamore.
Mauric is making saoto soup.
Eito is carving a new shrine into a blackened cliff face with their awl.
Riotan is piping carbon monoxide into a government building.
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 think either Felix or Cyvus were the bad guys there.*
*They both had some major mistakes and misunderstandings, but that doesn't make either one a bad person. Good people do bad things sometimes.*
*I don't think they were compatible at any point, though.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Paracelsus watches the master at work from a distance, taking notes as she does at all times.
Damian watches from slightly away, drinking from his flask.
Merabelle is suddenly standing behind them, her arms crossed, her gaze empty and silent.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Kinda gives me Orphan of Kos vibes ngl*
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
*Baalze, want to rp? I mean, Greasegrip probably always knows, but Thane is going to be a godfather soon. Also, he's level 24, making him the highest level out of all the gang, taking 6 levels of warlock.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Thirteen notices her abruptly. "Ah, my dear lass! I've made a curious revelation I'd like to share with you!"
"Hey buddy." His tone is a little bit softer than usual. "You wanna try some of this?"
"Hm?" He stands and turns to look at her. "What's 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.
*Husband! NOOOOOOOO! See ya.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She immediately heads closer to look at the mushrooms, making detailed drawings of them, her eyes frantic for knowledge.
He raises an eyebrow before drinking some more "Is something wrong Mauric? Everything is good with you and Nick right?" He's reflecting off himself "And sure, your food is always good."
She sighs, her arms slumping to their sides "Ya coulda just told me ya like Stroth, I woulda understood."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Also, other characters.*
Samaritan is outside, frying boghog flanks in mushroom oil. He is sitting on a log, sipping a Hellfire Whiskey.
Stroth is burning a bonfire of random junk, reading from her spellbook as she does.
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
*This is either a Rag or a Tim situation, here comes Tim.*
Tim begins to walk towards the creature, unafraid, closer to curious, though fear does take up space in the back of his mind. He had been sitting on a rock, watching the waves with some kind of distant look after he was able to take control of his body back. His skin has chilled back to it's regular state, though he's unaware of what happened.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"The mushrooms growing on you, according to my tests, are consuming your cerebrospinal fluid. From my experiments, the rate of consumption doesn't impact you, but continued growth could destroy your nervous system."
"Oh yeah, we're lovely. That's, uh, not relevant." He ladles out a large quantity and gives it to Damian.
"You're right. I never really realized that I needed to, but in retrospect that was very disrespectful to you and your feelings."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"because, umm- personal reasons?..."
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Basil is wandering around
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
It wipes its toothy maw, having no lips to cover the teeth. It looks up at Tim, making a low chittering noise.
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
Her eyes widen with interest, and a little smidge of deadly curiosity "So my continuing to eat them will eventually result in my own death? I wonder..." She begins cackling under her breath slightly.
He takes the large quantity, thanking Mauric "Then what are you worried about? I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything. I was your best man after all."
She waves a hand dismissively after huffing "Don't worry 'bout it, fer a while I was mad at ya, but Stroth helped me through that. We can still be friends if ya want."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Sure*
Greasegrip is poking an anthill with a stick that has an active hornet's nest on it.
Felix has left, leaving an apologetic note on the counter explaining why.
*I'll bring in the burger man sometime soon.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Tim tilts his head, opening his mouth slightly, his teeth shifting to match theirs, the same noise coming out along with it, slowly, Tim is beginning to understand a few of his abilities.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Fair enough.” Eya smiled and sat back down. She returned to examining the diadem for a moment before walking off.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.