Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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"Ack! Sorry lad. Didn't realize ye be freezing yer tookus off!" He leads him inside, petting each of his reindeer on the way.
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
Vanilla sits down next to the fireplace, staring out the window. He brings Nicholas a chair to sit next to him. He snaps his fingers, looking out the window, and it starts to snow immediately. He chuckles, unwrapping a mint that appears in his hands.
Nicholas chuckles and fixes his cap "Well I'll be! I thought I smelled godhood on ye!"
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
"That isn't an easy question to answer. It's a philosophical question, even if it would be straightforward for other people. I do not intend to cause harm. It is not my agenda. I may desire to cause harm from time to time, but only animals are ruled by their desires. Besides, my children would never forgive me if I did. People will get hurt because of my actions, but I never choose for that to happen."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Darius is a barbarian and Ranger, so pretty balanced, yn*
“I have made sure not to do it so much so far, I will continue to do so. Please, keep your concern free of me, you shouldn’t have to.”
“I’m sayin’ I shouldn’t be havin’ sweets this late, I be makin’ lots o’ mistakes when things are late.” She says, cackling.
“Oh, ha-ha…” he looks to Nicholas. “It’s no big deal, it’s not of anything major. I’m the god of sweets, ha-ha.” A piece of chocolate appears in Nicholas’ hands.
"Hm. Interesting." He responds, thinking "What is the purpose of you being here?"
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
Nicholas takes it happily as cookies suddenly appear on a table beside them "I am a bit of a magic maker as well my son. Still, I think that is pretty neat of 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
“Fine… if you wish…” she sighs, helping the man up, healing any wounds he had left herself.
“oh, come on! Live a little!” He holds out his hand, presenting to her a handful of expensive chocolates.
It gives a little chuckle. "Ah, the god of Holiday Hospitality, among other things. Few others could make a Dredge Mocha the exact way I like it. It is very nice to meet you, Vanilla. I've read of your... dare I say exploits? Adventure sounds a bit extreme for the stories I've read. But they were enjoyable and heartwarming nonetheless."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He hugs them back, rubbing her back softly “Maybe you should take a nap, it would be for the best.”
*It seems you may have confused Thane and Rag, possibly.* He raises another eyebrow “If you say so, I will happily do so.”
He gets his sniper rifle, meeting back up with them a few minutes later, adjusting his hat.
She nods along with his words, obviously interested “Oh really? How was goin’ ta college, heard it was good myself, but I’ve never been. Ya got ta be real smart, I’d love ta hear more about yer passions.” She says, downing her drink in one go.
He takes a cookie, munching on it happily. “It Is pretty neat, but it gets boring sometimes… I’m not really in charge of anything cool, like fire, or war. Just delicious snacks.”
*Something friendly but refined.*
“Aww, you’re real kind. You know, when I became a god, like a decade back, I did not think I’d be a god of Candy, but… Y’know I can’t complain… I’m still a god.”
He helps them, making sure not to touch their flesh much more, before looking around, sighing softly, his breath visible, before beginning to walk.
She shrugs “I ain’t gonna make ya beg.” She says, taking the chocolates and tearing into them, her hunger seemingly endless.
"I don't need a nap-" she says but is promptly cut off by a yawn.
*(Looks back at text and groans annoyed) oh my god, I did think that. I'm an idiot...*
They are staked out on top of a building. "I will go inside, smoke them out, you make sure they don't have a pulse anymore." He said.
He laughs a bit "I personally would love to know about you." He said.
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 here to give people access to power they shouldn't have. I wish I could dance around this answer, but I know what I'm doing, and I know how wrong it sounds. The weak so often feel inadequate, and I hate that. In fact, I hate mortalkind in general. But I cannot bring myself to destroy them. To bring myself to their level. They will destroy each other inevitably. We nearly cry when we think of it. So we work to provide a way out. I hope that through teaching people magic, the fundamental laws of our reality, that they will realize what they are, what they have done, and the way out. All people want to learn is fireball, and I oblige them. I cannot teach someone who does not want to learn, but most do not even know what they want to learn. I am a teacher, and one of the best ones. But my purpose is to expunge humanity and all its flaws. Foolish. Foolish I am, but I believe that people have the capacity to leave evil behind. To become beings of purity by their own volition. I cannot force them, but I can teach them. So I will teach."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut, you aren’t an idiot, we can pretend it was Rag the whole time.*
He chuckles and picks her up, kissing his passionately “Now where do ya want ta sleep, cause yer goin’ ta bed.”
He nods, loading his rifle with a single shot, breathing in the air, closing his eyes for a moment, his ears twitching as he mutters to himself, “One shot, two kills.”
Merabelle seems to think for a moment, “Well, things started out with me livin’ inside of a giant lizard as an orphan, taken care of by the legendary sharp shooter Deadeye of the Gnarly desert. I became one of the people on his crew, we did water heists fer a while, eventually the gang split up after a friend o’ mine’s sisters killed Deadeye and cursed most o’ us. I traveled fer a while, became an underground mma fighter, had a lot of short romances, ya know how it is. Eventually I heard that friend was in trouble, so I came here.” She smiles wide at them.
*Honestly most of my ideas, as you know are spur of the moment, naturally. Maybe you could connect the one shots you’ve written, because I know you are an intelligent writer. I’ve never heard of the KISS principle, but I certainly agree, a strongly kept audience enjoys complexity, otherwise it isn’t wise.*
"I can't complain either. Candy is a favorite toy of mine. I'm sure you know how relatively easy it is to make something beautiful out of sugar glass. Sometimes I wish I could be a god, but I know that I'd never be able to handle the responsibility. You have an entire concept to manage. Even the more hands-off deities have important work to do, and I know I would abuse my power. We have before, and it hurt us as much as anyone. So we decided that I should be kind." It takes another sip.
"You know, a long time ago, we each decided something for ourself: we will never use our powers for our own benefits. The Magus can't heal itself. I can't run for mayor. The Beast can't kill. But we do our work regardless. We are hardly pure, but it's better than what we could be doing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels