Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
Sign in to view your library & saved favorites.
Sign in- Marketplace
Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer CreaturesFrozen SickD&D Beyond Basic RulesBasic Rules (2014)Sign in to view your library & saved favorites.
Sign in
“No problem! Say, I‘ve seen you with that snake guy a lot lately. Are you two dating?”
“Just a knife? You’ve got literally any weapon you could imagine on the table here! You could have… I don’t know, collapsible sickles that are built into platform heels or something!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well, nowhere. I'm a mental construct. Like a waking dream. I used to be here, but I kinda got dragged into the Nightmare Realm by some Fey so I could serve as their personal inventor. It didn't end well for them. Don't teach slaves how to make WMDs. Actually, if you know a slave, you might as well teach them. They're one of the few people who would deserve to use them. Anyway, I could appear as a hallucination if you want."
"Sure! You can have all of it, actually! I'm supposedly fated to kill myself in four days because of some Shinigami, so I might as well get on with doing what I want whether it's real or not. And what I want right now is to feed people. I know you like eels so I wanted to bring you some. These three were caught about an hour ago."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"We are, I suppose." He nods "It is a bit confusing." He explains, shrugging.
"I don't know. I like simpler things I guess." He says.
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
She listens attentively. "I can understand that. I mean, sometimes there is something quite entertaining about harmless discomfort and... sowing... chaos..." She trails off, her eyes widening in horror as she seemingly realizes some terrible truth. "Oh no."
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)
“Uh… sure. What were you before you got dragged away?”
Rio plunges his face into the cooler and begins chowing down on the eels, still on his hands and knees. He raises his head for a moment. “Don’t listen to gods of death. If they want you dead, they can try and kill you yourself. But they have no control over what you do in regard to yourself.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"...What about the goats? I've noticed there's quite a few around here." She nervously asks.
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)
“Oh? What happened?”
“Well, that’s fair. I’ll get started on it. What magic did you want on it?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"My scouts." He said "they are me eyes and ears."
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 laughs. "Well, don't be all mysterious about it!" He looks at the board, and his jovial face slowly loses its entertainment. "Oh. The fair folk, huh?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Nothing, it's fine." He said, shaking his head.
"Magic?" He tilts his head "You can make magic on weapons?"
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
"Wha? O- Oh, right, that! I was invited to a ball at the Rippling Court, and a murder almost happened there. I'm trying to figure out who did it." She replies, trying to ignore that worrying revelation.
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)
“Alright. I won’t pry.” He smiles. “Any other info you got for me about how to run the place?”
“Yeah. That’s probably why the pick broke through the wall to begin with.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A big, chonky, 7-foot tall ferretfolk with a black, red, and gold aesthetic sits on the bar. He wears a fancy raincoat and matching rain hat, and his eyes are golden, with flower-like irises and too many pupils. "I was a strugel. Came from a powerful family. The Ambersmokes actually descended from my family, in fact. Now I've eschew a species with a new trait: hunger."
"Yeah, but..." he sighs. "Have I told you about Cyvus?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Mauric is slightly dazzled by his appearance. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“Uh… no?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hello my dearest darlings! Care to roleplay, anyone?*
"If you find them, I want dibs." He puts a fat paw on her shoulder. "No measure of secrecy or mercy will sate my appetites, sister. If you have anything to share, you're free to consider me your brute squad."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He picks up an apple and bites 75% of it off. "Every dream being needs something to anchor them to reality. For me, it's desire. Without it, I'd fade away into the reverie like a fey without nature."
"He stalked me, desperately attempted to romance me, and offed himself when I didn't want him. It was all written in that guy's Death Note or whatever."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey, Arch! I just brought back my murderous dream strugel who has developed a taste for the seelie! I'd be up to use him if you'd be up to not trying to kill him immediately.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*food be pensive*
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… see…” He very obviously does not see.
“[gp], man. That’s not good.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.