Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Isaac looks back at him "yes?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Yay!*
The air grows colder around Samaritan as a tall, pale man diverts from his path to the tavern. He has dark eyes, rigid posture, and skin the color of a dead fish's belly. He is not dressed for the cold, but for presentation. All white, pristine and pressed, designed to be something between a chef and a sea captain. He leans to the side slightly to get a better look at the root. "I am not well-versed in terrestrial vegetation, but I get the impression that is not normal."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"...maybe they took personal offense and lost their temper? Having something this sketchy-looking happen in her own theatre during an event she hosted would certainly give the Court the wrong kind of reputation- and she either knows this and has ways of dispelling the tension, or more likely... the plan was half-baked from the start."
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)
She makes her way inside his restaurant, twirling her parasol. She looks up to the much taller Samaritan.
”Hello, dear. Was something bothering you?”
“I-…” he considers this, but by the expression on his face, it’s like he almost has trouble believing that the Archduchess would do this. “I think you’re right… but how would you prove it?”
just then, walking out of the theatre is the Archduchess. She looks very shaken up, and she’s pacing and breathing swiftly. She spots the reporter out of the corner of her eye, and her eyes widen when she sees KK as well. She quickly hides it though behind a shallow mask of plain, appropriate concern. “I’m sorry to interrupt… but… why are you talking to this man?… shouldn’t he be with the guards?” She says to KK.
"Less than. Leeches off of tree roots that are magically created by druids, fey, whatever. Parasitic little thing." He said and hands it 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
"Mn, call me suspicious." He said "I keep an eye on things and when someone new is here, I keep an eye on 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
*hello is here now me now here is that is me now here is that me now is here is now me how that is me now here is me :)*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, 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. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*characters for you lovely goobers who want to rp*
Georgie is out deep in the forest, sitting un a patch of grass, listening to something. Around him is about a 15ft circle of flowers and mushrooms cutting off the snow from reaching him. In the trees are several flocks of crows and ravens, which he doesn't notice
Tycho is washing his hands in a half frozen river, seeming to be thinking about something
Elio is wandering around town, marveling at the snow
*All good, I was even slower*
It's very, very good, even for Felix. Spicy, dark, and fruity. "I haven't tried this recipe in decades, since I failed so many times after getting it good just once. Helianth reminded me of it, and I thought I should share."
The machine slowly settles down in front of it, spotlights shining down on the flower. The man on top looks up from his piano. "You there. Who are you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*If I had a nickel for every time one of my characters put in a collar as part of their relationship, I would have three nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird it happened thrice. Anyway, Wendi we need to get Sparrow and Stroth married like now, I don’t know how much time I have.*
Basil plays a tune next to the river
Wind is staring at the snow "pretty neat, right?"
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, 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. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
“Well, I can assure you, dear, that I am not here for anything but to give my services to those in need. I’m mother misery.” She extends a gloved hand to shake.
KK stands up before bowing a bit, generally seeming friendly and almost reverent as if she wasn't suspecting the Archduchess of conspiring to kill someone fourteen seconds ago. "My sincerest apologies, your Grace. I had no knowledge of that, and I was making sure he was well."
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)
He holds it. "Hmm. Culinary uses? I could probably get people to hunt these things like truffles if they have any."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Victor is walking around, impaled from all directions by many spears, humming to himself as he walks down the street, his long jet black hair swaying with every step. He doesn’t seem bothered by being impaled, and more bored than anything.
She smiles slightly, though her eyes are still full of concern, as she looks to the reporter a bit nervously.
”oh, no worries! You were just being compassionate, darling… I’d be quite scared if I was in such a situation myself. Of course, I wouldn’t be… but you get the point.”
"It's amazing! Thank you for sharing it with me!" She pauses for a moment. "If you don't mind me asking, who's Helianth? I don't believe I've met them before."
Its other flower heads all focus themselves on the spotlights, absorbing their glow. "A traveler making a pit stop to prepare for a greater journey. Who are you?"
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)
*YES SIR!*
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
He doesn't shake it, his golden eyes glowing behind the masks "I am Samaritan."
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