Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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"I'm about 1200, you sure?..." Their broken horn drips with ink
. ݁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!
"Excellent. I'll design some enclosures, get your approval, and gather some loose abominations. After that, it'll be smooth sailing." He sweeps his arm slowly. "I'm so glad I don't have to hate you anymore."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh dear, you are young. Over tens of thousands of millions of years old dear." He says and smiles, baring humanoid teeth
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
Thirteen, for the faintest moment, seems panicked when he processes his surroundings. It passes as quickly as it came though, and he’s perfectly calm once more. “Lovely home you have here.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Lify's eyebrows raise a bit "Finally, an ancient not part of my... unintelligible... family!" Lify stretches her arms a bit
. ݁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!
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He chuckles. "What, does it sound out of character for me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Well… yes. Offering to save a fey court from impending doom after admitting to killing any fey who entered the same domain you’re inviting us to?”
*gtg*
. ݁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!
"Thank you." He said "I made it specifically for my tastes." He explained.
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
*Missed this, thank you*
"Fair enough. Metaphysics are a pretty (GP) field of study." He gets up and takes a step toward Mauric, his big body jiggling slightly. "So, you're a chef, right?"
Felix shrugs. "I mean, I don't really want excess and overwhelming pleasure. I mostly want to help others, because that makes me feel needed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“So what plan do you have at the moment?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“…yes?”
Rio shrugs too. “Whatever floats your boat, man. But you’ve already embraced some of the principles of, at the very least, Epicureanism, so that’s something. All that’s left is the “wanton sex and indulgence” part.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He plucks an eye out of the corpse. "Sounds like you think I'm not trustworthy. I invited you in and made you this lovely dinner, and you're disrespecting me?" He tosses the eye into his mouth and pops it between his teeth. "Alright. I'll let it slide this time. Tell you what, I'll give you time to think this over. Consider your options. You do have options, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He smiles, letting them go first “First to three hundred?” He asks, standing behind them, watching expectantly.
He chuckles with them, leaning against them “Maybe I’ll leave learnin’ how ya read fer tamorrow.” He sighs.
“Oh? We’re gettin’ fancy now?” She curtsies in return to them, smiling.
“I-uh… of course… me and my court officials are working hard to find alternate solutions to the prophecy…” she says, a bit unsure of herself. She looks away again, gritting her teeth as she hears him eat the eye.
He runs the bridge of his nose, sighing “You’re going to be the death of me one of these days. Do you want something?”
He smiles at them, pouring them a glass “Here you go, better to stare at nothing when you’re drunk.”
“What was that ya said there? Can’t hear nobody when they whisper.”
“That must be quite the taxing existence. Though there must be something you are capable of. I wish I could assist you, but I do not even know if I can, we will have to see.”
*Hey guys. I am gonna go. I can't think of anything to do with my characters and one top of it just doesn't seem like a good time because people are busy with their own roleplays and I don't want to take up more space with nothing.*
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
*Sorry yall, I’m back for a little bit now.*