Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*The Sisters.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Well dang, that was fast. I guess I can’t stop you from thinking that I suppose. I’ll try to make something to save Felix then. Wanna rp?*
*Oh, I have a fun idea for how Helianth will try to resurrect him... though, it would have a decent bit of collateral damage. :D*
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)
*Absolutely.*
*I'll intro Manceron soon.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I can wait, though I don’t know how long I may have.*
*Oh that reminds me, Tim could possibly revive Felix, considering the immense amount of power he has, but I was already planning for his father to come visit.*
A dragonborn rides into town on a fat, white horse, playing a violin as he does. His scales are marble, with gold veins flowing through them, and the ones on his wings look like stone feathers. He carries no weapons and wears no armor, only very expensive priestly garb marked with the symbol of a flaming hand. He has a broad smile and a blindfold over his eyes, also marked with the holy symbol.
Any ability that detects alignment or creature type shows him to be CE and fiendish in origin.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That's what I was hoping for.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Duchess watches from the open door of her wagon, her palms sitting on her lap, her face mostly concealed by a black veil, though their blood red slitted pupils can be seen through the veil. She smiles softly at the evil feeling from them, the smell of blood billowing off of her. She stares at them with what appears to be a curious interest.
*Yeah, Felix was kinda the only reason Helianth had anything resembling a moral compass... It's going to try and revive him and doesn't really care how much it needs to burn to do so.*
*Forget drama, it's time for TRAUMA!*
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)
He stops his horse near her and ends his song. "My dear, they'll see you with all that blood on your hands." He removes a piece of bread from one of his saddlebags. "I can help with that, if you're willing to exchange."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Omori hears the violin playing, and moves to find the source of the sound, spotting him after a while. She watches from the shadows with curiosity, not exactly trying to be stealthy.
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)
She tilts her head, her voice filled with the deep refined air of royalty “Oh, they will? We cannot have that, can we?” She smiles softly, a hand holding a wine glass, the wine inside reeking of that same blood smell “Exchange what exactly? What might you like?”
*Anyone else want to roleplay while I’m here?*
*I'd love to! Any particular character you want?*
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)
*Perhaps Helianth, but other than that anybody would be good.*
He stops his song and holds out a claw to her, not turning his head. "My dear, lead me, would you?" The horse fades away as he dismounts. "I suspect a time of death to be close, forward or back, and I must care for the poor souls."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Works with me!*
Helianth hasn't left that spot where it found Felix's body in hours, silently trembling with grief.
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)
*Howdy folks.*
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 approaches slightly, quite literally emerging from the shade. "Do you know where... oh. You're here for Felix, I imagine...?" She asks, barely holding back inky tears. "It was at the Lord's Rest Inn. I'll show you the way."
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)