Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Darius is walking by when sees the scene, coming over to the man, ignoring Mother Misery entirely as he puts his hands on the pox, they seem to turn a grey, the pox seeming to petrify.
Merabelle, a giant Goliath woman with fangs that aren’t who own sits next to them, smiling softly at them “Well howdy, ain’t seen you ‘round here before sweetheart!”
"Not really me pets lad, the word pet assumes they have a collar on em. You see a piece of fabric on em, keeping them bound with me?" He chuckles "They are free to leave anytime. They are me friends."
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
(hi wendo)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Dude if you need some time to take care of yourself I can wait until tomorrow. Remember what happened last time man.*
*WHO DO YOU WANT FROM MEEEEEEE?!?!?!*
Spirals have been carved into the walls and ceiling, and drawn in the frozen sand all through the place. Deep in the dark there crouches a strange being, dressed in a tattered, deep-blue robe and a pale mask with a another carved black spiral as its only feature. Its long, bare arms are speckled with barnacles, and it gives off an air of overwhelming power. It tilts its head a bit to "see" Jack.
"Come to learn? Or perhaps you fancy yourself a teacher as well? Either way, you are welcome here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ALLLLLL OF THEEEEEEM.*
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
Mother Misery looks up to him, and he can almost sense she’s smiling beneath the mask. “Thank you for the help…”
he takes a sip of his hot cocoa, waving. “Howdy.” He replies, chuckling. “Hot cocoa?”
"I am not teacher, nor am I a student." He said, waving a hand. Suddenly, a flaming ball of pure light forms in his hand.
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
*No, I just couldn't get a seat at Adventurer's League. I've been talking to my counselor a lot about how to deal with frustration, and I'm not going to take it out on you guys again.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
”nice. Do they want candy canes?” He somehow produces twelve more candy canes.
He breaks the stone pox off of them, making sure to be careful, his own skin turning stony to replace it, his cracks growing “A king helps all those in need.”
She smiles wide, her accent heavily southern “Well howdy ’bout that! I ain’t gonna say no, that’s fer sure.”
*Im just worried about you man, I don’t want you getting overwhelmed and you making a mistake that you can’t take back. Youre one of my dearest friends, I can wait man.*
*Cut for Archfey.*
He chuckles "They love em, will gnaw off a finger or two for them!" He chuckles.
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
"Of course. I will fetch one right away. But first, do you prefer them firm, soft, or in-between? If you enjoy them without preference, I'll just get you the one that looks the most comfortable to me." He speaks politely, but casually, as if he weren't talking to a deity but, well, a neighbor.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She stares at his own skin becoming petrified instead of the dying man’s. “are you the only one allowed to do stuff like that for people? Why can’t I?”
he somehow produces a big cup of hot cocoa, at the perfect temperature, and with all of her favorite toppings. He hands it to her, and then takes a sip of his own.
*(Chucks cowboys)*
Sparrow is juggling by himself, instead of normal things he’s tossing knifes into the air, occasionally accidentally cutting himself.
Thane is practicing on the punching bag in the forest, his child in a cradle nearby as his fists thud into the bag.
Grimes is lying on the ground of the library, drawing himself and TH like some kind of teenage girl would with their crush.
Merabelle is sitting in the tavern, having some sparkling water, deciding to remain sober for now.
He chuckles too, handing them each a candy cane. “So, what are ya doing here?”
“Soft…” he mutters. Vanilla speaks in a similar way to the Neighbor. While the neighbor is getting him a pillow, Vanilla creates a cup of hot cocoa for him when he gets back, whatever toppings he’d prefer, if any, if he can even eat.
It nods slightly. "Then have you simply come to greet me? I would much appreciate that. I should warn you, most don't find me a good conversationalist."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels