Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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“Because I care about you as well as anyone else. You remind me of someone I deeply loved, I won’t let you get hurt.” He says, his arms progressing slowly, like Midus’s touch.
She takes the cup, giving them a friendly kiss on the cheek “Thank ya fer this one pardner!” She begins downing it in big gulps, holding the cup in both hands with her massive muscular hands.
*If you insist. I'd want to just talk casually, but I can't think of much to discuss.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I understand you man, just got your best at heart. Tell me about your interests, a starter, and I’ll take it from there as much as I can.*
Stroth hisses and runs over "Honey!" She says and pokes him in the ribs "Having me worried!!"
Samaritan appears and holds the bag still for him.
TH appears behind him, crawling out of the shadows. "Hello."
Merabelle is suddenly met with an half-elfen man sitting beside her. He has short, red-orange hair that is nearly tied back, a well trimmed mustache, and bright turquoise eyes. He fixes a pair of goggles, settling them on his forehead. He looks up at her and smiles "You must be the one Stroth was speaking of."
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
"To deliver gifts and such, a delivery service of such." He chuckles, nodding.
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
"Don't worry about that part. I sniffed out magical energy down here and thought I'd investigate." He said, fixing his jacket. "I am Jackson Foxx, a pleasure to meet you."
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
“I’ve told you this before, and I’ll tell you again… the reason I dedicate myself to what I do is because I care for others, and also because I cannot be hurt in the same way you can. No matter what you say, I can sustain more injury, more trauma, than anyone short of, say, an ancient dragon. I cannot die by conventional means, is what I’m trying to say.” She reaches out to touch his arm, ready to transfer the damage and the petrification if need be.
he giggles, taking another sip of his hot cocoa. “I’m Vanilla.”
“Oh, nice! To who?”
He catches the knives as she runs over, looking down to her “Oh, I am? Sorry ‘bout that, love you.” He puts the knives away and hugs her.
Thane nods to them respectfully, his fists hammering into the bag “Thank ya.”
He quickly tries to put the drawing away as he turns to them, blushing slightly “H-howdy.”
Merabelle looks down to them, putting her chin in her palm as she looks them up and down, her eyes analyzing them and smiling “Well howdy there hot stuff, Merabelle, nice ta meet ya.”
The cocoa created is pitch black, with fermented smells mixing with the chocolate. It's thick and sludge like, but overall it doesn't seem all that bad despite all those descriptors. The Neighbor fluffs the pillow and places it behind Vanilla. When the fiend takes the hot chocolate, it seems very pleased. "Reminds me of the drinks I used to make for my kids." It sighs wistfully. "I miss having kids. I hope they're all doing well."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Vanilla yawns. “Where’d they go?” He asks, his eyes closed.
*Well, I really want to write Manga. I'm trying to read all sorts of books more, and I'm hoping to get the legendary tome Manga in Theory and Practice for Christmas or my birthday, which is next month.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He pulls his arm away at their touch, his skin truly stony, only able to move his fingers and hands through strength alone, enough to break the stone “Fine, that doesn’t matter to me either way.” He finishes up the pox before standing back up “I do it because I care, in that we are the same I suppose.”
Merabelle finishes her own cocoa quickly, leaning back with a sigh “Merabelle, nice ta meet ya.”
"Kids across the world." He says, leaning on his pick.
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
*Oh your birthday is in January? Interesting, anyway, I’m trying to write a book myself, though I’ve taken a break from it to reflect upon what I’m writing and learn more about it as a whole. I should show you what I’ve written some time, I’ve heard you’ve been trying to write mangas and such, tell me more of you would.*
She hisses and hugs him back, healing him quickly "Why'd you do that?!?"
"Much welcome. I have a favor to ask if you do not mind hearing it before making a decision." He said.
TH chuckles and kisses his forehead "We have a job."
"Pleasure to meet you as well." He nods "I am Edwin Merrymarkle." He bows his head, smiling politely.
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
"I am the Magus. A pleasure as well." It shuffles the shells in front of it and stares at them with its eyeless mask. "I read that you are... married. I'm so happy for you. But I also read that you are well-versed in combat magic. That makes me... sad." It offers some shells. "Would you like to read me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"They asked that I don't follow them. They don't approve of my morals." It takes a sip of the pulped flesh and chocolate. "This is very good. Thank you for sharing your talents with me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Wendi.*
He chuckles as they hug them tightly “Just practicin’, don’t worry ‘bout me. Are ya okay?”
He nods as he continues punching, slight explosions of eldritch power as well as infernal with each blow “Course, I’m listenin’.”
They stand up, putting the paper and pencil away “Course, who’re we gonna kill?”
She returns the head bow to them, ordering them both something to drink “Edwin? Like that name, somethin’ special ‘bout it, maybe it’s you.” She chuckles, half joking.
He nods and walks over, pulling out a small bag of bones. He takes them and throws them and the shells together. His eyes become milky white, glowing a bit.
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