Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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"I'm from 'round Grenpoli, city of diplomacy. I used t' be a line cook in the Hells." He sighs and shakes his head, then looks back up. "Yer welcome t' join me."
He closes the door behind him and sits down on the steps. "Hi there, Tim. How have you been?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hi*
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
"Perhaps it's high time to start looking." He stands up and walks over. "Patrizio Grasso."
"Why didn't you ask me for food?"
Felix's stomach rumbles. "Would you be up to helping? I've never cooked with gold before."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ill be right back loves, going to go take my lunch break.*
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, I'm so slow*
"Gnarly Desert myself, nice ta meet ya, Sparrow Valentine." He puts his harmonica to his mouth, beginning to play with the piano, though letting them lead.
"I'm doin... okay. How are you Mr. Franz?" He asks, hugging their leg, smiling up to them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
For a little while, nothing happens, Omori closing her eyes as well and focusing. After a while, there is a little movement in the snow as a small flower emerges and blooms- a stark white lily, same as the one she grew last time. And then another one appears a little ways away from it. And then two more.
Omori opens her eyes suddenly, taking in a breath- even with Merabelle's aid, she looks somewhat tired from spending that much magic. Merabelle could probably sense that she hasn't quite figured out how to use her magical energy efficiently- she was spending more than was needed to make each flower bloom.
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 is smiling wide, looking to the flowers "Yer doin' good, but ya need to take yer magical power, an' look closer at it. Yer usin' more power than ya need ta, but even then, ya made four flowers compared ta only makin' one last time. If ya want the help, I'll help ya refine yer magical use, but even then, it's all 'bout what ya try ta do in the end."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I will surpass your slowness*
"Patrizio." He begins to play ragtime.
"I'm going good." He pats Tim on the head. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I will surpass your slowness with speed.*
He matches the ragtime with his harmonica, pulling out his accordion and beginning to play that too.
"No... I just wanted to say hello if that's okay..." He says, his hair soft, his cracks having stopped spreading.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She also looks over at the flowers, surprised she managed to make four this time. "I think I would like help with refining it. Thank you."
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)
"Well, fer now we're gonna take a break, okay?" She stands up, putting her hands on her hips "Now, what do ya want ta eat? An' what happened ta that familiar of yers?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I have no name but one that was given to me so call me The Writer." He nods, smiling.
"Because I didn't want to bother you. You were busy." He said, crawling down.
He nods "I would be willing to help. I haven't either but it seems like a viable option as it is a substance.
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
Patrizio grins and slows his song and slowly changing it, the alterations just barely slow enough for Sparrow to have time to notice and adjust as well. Then the imp begins to sing.
"I'm starving, darling.
Let me put my lips to something,
Let me wrap my teeth around the world.
Start carving, darling,
I wanna smell the dinner cooking.
I wanna feel the edges start to burn..."
"That's always okay. You can come to me any time. Is there anything you want to talk about?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Okay!" She cheerfully replies, also standing up and folding up her star charts again. "Do we have any leftover deer? Oh, and Amber's been in the woods for a while, collecting shiny things they find. We still chat every so often."
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 taps his foot along, not knowing the song, but enjoying the lyrics as he learns the song's melody from hearing it alone, closing his eyes and focusing on playing until the song is over.
He shakes his head for a moment "I... don't think I want to talk about anything... I just want to be with you for now though."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Good ta hear that they're doin' well, I wouldn't want ta be worried 'bout 'em. I'm pretty sure we got some left, an' I already got most o' my hours done taday, so I can make ya somethin' especially good. Do ya like that?" She says, beginning to walk towards the cave.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"That sounds wonderful! Thank you." She responds, packing up her star charts into pockets in her satchel and following her.
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 takes out her cauldron, taking out the remaining deer, snapping off one of the ribs and passing it to them, filling the cauldron with water, lighting a fire underneath.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Nice t' meet ya, Mr. Writer. I would offah to buy ya a drink, but it seems yuh already had 'smuch as ya need!"
"I always have time for you, Azabell. I may be busy sometimes, but I still love you." He offers Azabell his hand.
"Most substances are viable, yeah." He gives Angel a hug. "Thank you, for everything."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Just moving this if Wendi wants any of them, or anyone really.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)