Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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*Homebrew of what exactly? May I know?*
*nothing in general, possibly a monster. I have a feeling of creativity and it must be sated either by writing, making homebrew, or playing a new system besides D&d, and making homebrew is currently the most likely option.*
*ooh, I could turn a character from a game into a statblock…*
*I like making Characters from games into statblocks as well, that may be fun, I hope you find your feeling of creativity sated.*
Anna opens a bloodshot eye "H-Hello?"
Suddenly, his body seems to rupture, blood bursting in all directions. Scott's body is torn asunder as two halves become new bodies. One still Scott, one looks like him but has a darker aura to it.
"No.. just tired." He grumbles.
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
*GASP*
*i have the perfect characters. Four of them, actually, all from the same game*
*the first two will be the married couple and the only functional relationship in the entire game they are in, Count and Countess Vlad and Isabella Von Carstein. As you might have guessed, they are vampires and despite both being ruthless monsters, genuinely care for each other.*
*Then I recommend that you do that, I had an idea to do something like that a while back, but I don’t remember what I was going to do, it’ll come to me eventually.*
*He's not going to be pure evil. I just can't play those kinds of characters and have fun.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*if you need ideas I could give you some*
*the next character I will make is IKIT CLAW. IKIT CLAW HAS THE BIGGEST BRAIN OF ALL RATS.*
*I don’t like pure evil characters most of the time either, the only exception was the one character in the Jojo’s part three thread.*
*I probably don’t need ideas, I’ll come up with some of my own eventually, and a big brain rat will be very fun.*
*Apologies for the delay*
It thinks for a bit. "I don't know about that first point, but I do think they haven't been entirely honest with you. If I recall correctly, last I spoke with him, he told me he planned to... there's no easy way to say this. He plans to disassemble you and effectively reset your memory."
All of the blueprints are in abhorrently vivid detail, almost looking like they're bleeding out of the page. KK looks up at the abominable prism with a sense of nostalgia. "Beautiful, isn't it? This was one of the designs I had for what would be my new body- though, it's just a replica. It was designed to pull from material around itself to build into an ever-expanding superstructure... though, this one doesn't do that, of course."
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, but IKIT CLAW is so much more than a big brain rat. Chief Warlock engineer of Clan Skryre, ruler of Skavenblight, the inventor of many technologies that are hundreds of years ahead of the fantasy setting they are in, including but not limited to sniper rifles, Gatling guns, mustard gas, and I am not kidding a nuclear bomb (called the doomsphere, thankfully never detonated)*
He nods and dips between the tavern alley. After awhile, the man shows up, nicely dressed in a suit. He is clearly made for this.
She smiles softly "I feel the same..."
"Believe me, I am fast." He chuckles.
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
*Dont apologize, it’s okay.*
He looks to them, entirely confused “Disassemble me…? Reset my memory…? Do you think he’s done that to me before?” He asks, much more worried as his world view is continuously shattered and filled with greater and greater concern.
“Ah, unfortunate that it cannot, slaying something of that caliber would be the magnum opus of my hunter career, the chance to rend apart the flesh and metal from such an entity would be so perfect.” His eye twitches before he takes a deep breath “But it is to never be, for the best.”
He locks onto their head through the barrel, humming to himself as he waits for the signal to turn his head into a mist of blood and grey matter.
He hugs her softly, leaning against her slightly “It’ll be okay some day, I love ya Stroth, more than anything.”
“Then lead the way my friend, I’ll do my best to keep up.” He continues stretching, unconcerned as his joints pop.
*Ive gtg for about 20 minutes, I’ll be back. Continue when I do?*
It is silent for a second. "I do not know for certain, but I do know one thing. If he tries to do it again... he'll have to get past me first." It gently places a root on Tim's shoulder, leaning down slightly so its largest flower head is at eye level.
"Yes... for the best..." She responds, still wistfully looking at the horrific thing. "Though, it would certainly be a marvel to see in all its glory... perhaps another time."
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 watches for a moment before giving a subtle nod.
She smiles and kisses him "I know."
Samaritan suddenly speeds off, not even breaking a sweat
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
"Hey. It's me." Rio stoops over her.
"Wha-??!" Thirteen jumps slightly, looking astonished.
"Oh. What's up?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Anna blinks slowly, barely lucid "Oh.."
The Writer and Scott, now sperated, look at one another. They nod at each other like this was planned somehow. Magically, The Writer's outfit changes, becoming a brown leather coat, a white T-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans.
"I feel like I am a bad partner for Riotan." He said bluntly.
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