Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Eya shrugs as she leaves the inn and begins to prowl about the town. She sits down for a moment to catch her breath, yet her momentary relaxation is cut short as she hears the sounds of someone screaming nearby. She smiles and sharpens her claws before beginning her hunt.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
"I'm helping out a friend in need- it's already worth my time." She replies.
Omori nods. "Yeah, Amber works rather well. Nice to formally meet you, Amber." She says to Amber, who hops a bit closer and responds. "It's nice to meet you too, Omori. I look forward to us working together."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Samaritan sits up and narrows his eyes.
The priest looks up, blinking. He bows his head "Hello my son."
Doctor Gigli looks up, the darkness concealing his features "Hello there."
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
*Looks like you don’t know me, love ya anyway.*
The lioness looks away again and he laughs “Less a familiar and more… a unique creature. They are not truly a being or this world, but they are my friend regardless.”
The teen shudders and tries to crawl away. Max looks down at him. "I would take his offer." The teenager nervously pulls himself up using the short sword hilt and runs off, using the other two animal lovers for support. Max turns to the newcomer, still wearing the stolen mask. "I'm sorry you had to see that." His voice is an inhuman growl, a hiss without aggression. It's like he became a new person as soon as he lost his face. "I didn't mean for it to get this bad."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He stands up, or rather pushes himself up to his feet “I should tell Samaritan I won’t be able to work for the best few days. See ya.” He runs off.
Merabelle just watches the two, beginning to eat her own broth with joy in her eyes.
He chuckles as well. "Oh, how interesting. That sounds like quite the endeavor to take on alone. Is there any way I could help?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I don’t want to see anyone hurt, if I do, the punishment is swift and painless. If I see you hurting anyone, you will get the same result as them.” He says, not a threat, a simple statement and a promise from someone who has killed before “It appears I am talking to a new man, where did the meek and mild mannered one go?”
*Wont argue for the sake of our marriage*
He smiles wide, his canines unnaturally sharp for a regular human, but the way things are panning he certainly isn’t regular, maybe not even human anymore “It is an honor I wear with pride, and we have known each other long enough to earn that trust. Are you busy with something more important?”
*Cut*
KK also stands up, brushing some blades of grass off of their coat. "Alrighty. See ya." She says back, before walking off to somewhere else.
The two continue to converse with one another about nothing in particular, getting absorbed in their conversation to the point that Omori almost forgets about their broth.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Its attention now seems especially fixed on him, continuing to pace as it speaks. "Well, I already have a way of traveling to the Sun- and somewhat quickly, at that- but I don't have anything prepared for actually collecting an actual piece of the star rather than just its light. I can consume light, as you've likely inferred, but I'd need to get close- and given the Sun's gravity, that's not an option. If you could help me create a device to siphon the sun's raw essence... well, bottled sunlight would be a rather rare and valuable thing to sell."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Merabelle occasionally reminds them that they need to eat for their energy and for their strength. Other than that she simply listens in, wondering how her own familiar was doing, beginning to paint the two.
“Don’t worry about it, memories are some of the most important things to any creature, days when things were better or worse, they must be cherished, because they motivate us more than anything else. I have been recommended one, but I am not one for many confined spaces, at least not anymore.” He points towards the Lord’s Rest Inn.
"He... is putting on a show at the moment. He hides behind masks and costumes when he's scared. It's a layer of separation. An imaginary protection from consequences, I guess. I don't quite understand him, but I've learned to accept his... eccentricities." He does a slow turn-around, arms raised. He's not armed, but he gives off the feeling that he is in total control. "My eccentricities, I think, are easier to grasp. I don't kill, for one. I prefer to scare people when shows of power are necessary. I like snakes, food, and fine ale, and have means to produce all three. The snakes are a bit harder, but I think you get my meaning. We both like people though. Community. Seeing those kids like that..." He lowers his arms. "It really is a shame."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“It was truly terrible to see people my age, younger, doing things like that, and I do regret permanently damaging that kid. Though it is for the best I’d say. You say you are like me, but something makes me doubt that. Either way, it doesn’t matter now.” He sheaths his jagged craggy short sword back up, before picking up the remains of the stone arm.