Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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"Trying to see how much I can drink before my liver dies off but it seems I am unaffected by this substance." he shrugs, sighing in defeat.
Azabell takes it and nods "May we have something to eat?"
Angel smiles softly and hugs them back "Of course Felix." they say and nuzzle him.
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
Eventually, they reach the final chorus.
"Get some.
Pull up the ladder when the flood comes.
Throw enough rope until the legs have swung,
Seven new ways that you can eat your young!
Come and get some.
Skinning the children for a war drum,
Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns,
It's quicker and easier to eat your young."
"Alright. I'll get some hot chocolate. Then we can watch the snow fall. Would you like that?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Once the song is finished he puts his accordion down, taking his harmonica from his mouth and beginning to clean it "That's a real interestin' song ya got there, pardner. I ain't gonna hold it against ya though, we all got different opinions an' all that."
He nods, letting go of their leg and putting their hands in their pockets "I would like that... if you don't mind."
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.)
"Many a supernatural bein' have an immunity to standahd poisons, such as what you'll find in the bottle. I can obtain some supahnatcheral poison for ya, if ya truly desire livah failyuh."
"Of course. What would you like?" He thinks for a second. "Have you ever tried 'ants on a log?' It's an easy treat made from celery, peanut butter, and raisins. I like it a lot. If we have chocolate chips, we can use those instead of raisins."
He picks them up (only a few inches off the ground, but congratulate him anyway) and brings them inside. The house is in miserable condition, and there are piles of glittering coins everywhere. "We should experiment a bit. I don't think my crummy stove can melt the gold, though." The kitchen looks barely functional.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No. Don't want to bother your time with my issues when you have.." He waves his hand at the piano and chuckles.
It nods its head vigorously "I would like to try it!"
"Perhaps I can try something." They said and waved a hand. A magical portal opened in the center of the room, the air coming from it being extremely hot. "A small hole into the plane of fire. We can stick a small pan in there with the coins and melt that way."
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
*Hellos goofballs and gremlins, my little critters and critettes*
"It was originally meant to be a satiyah, see, but it got picked up as a sort of 'patriotic anthem' or some bull like that. I use it in th' original sense. Hell is an industrial-grade engine of war, and I'll be happy to get mah family outta there once I can."
"Alright. Don't go to far while I'm inside, okay?" He heads in to get the hot chocolate.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods along with them "Sorry ta hear yer family ain't already out o' there. Got two sisters that decided hell was fer them, wish I could save 'em, but somethin' tells me it's long too late."
He sits down on the porch of the trailer, when Franz comes back out, an older teenager is sitting next to Tim, they seem to be having a lot of fun talking to each other, like they haven't in a long time, the teenager also resembling Tim.
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.)
*Oh hey man, it's good to see you Alaric.*
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.)
*Hi hi, how ya doing?*
"Eh, I need to go t' Hell sometime soon anyway. I have a kid I need t' git outta there. I also gotta talk tuh th' missus since she got me fiyuhd. Gettin' kicked outta Hell ain't no laughin' mattah."
He opens the door and leads Azabell inside. He begins to wash and dry the celery. "I'm going to make a lot just for you."
Felix nods and starts looking through cabinets. "I'm not sure I have a pan that can take that heat, but I might."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Doin' as good as I can, which is okay.*
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 feel that*
"Well, I can imagine it isn't. Sounds horrible, a lot of hate and such down there." He said, nodding at his statement.
Azabell nods and sniffs around the trailer like a curious dog.
"I can make one for you if you wish. Just some infernal iron should do the trick."
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
Omori accepts the offered rib, grabbing any spices or other ingredients Merabelle needs with her free hand. She also uses prestidigitation to help get the fire going.
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)
"Heh, Hell corrupts. It's the whole part and parcel, see? But yah get that by now, dontcha? Hell is Hell fo everyone, not just the sinnahs."
Frans hands them each a hot chocolate mug, leaving him with none for himself. "Hello there. Are you Tim's brother?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*How are ya man?*
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'm shoving my depression back into it's basement via old pbs cartoons, videogames, and dnd characters*
*For my other characters, if anyone else wants to rp*
KK is continuing her work on at the warehouse, creating more horrific designs for future projects. The nightmare Felix gave her sits on her desk, still furiously trying to escape its container and making unintelligible whispering sounds.
Helianth is outside the Spelljammer (which it's debating giving a more official-sounding name), having set up a little picnic of sorts for it and the others who have contributed to this project. It uses a bit of its fire magic to keep the food warm as it waits for the others.
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)
"That's the truth, I wish things could be an ounce different, but that's how things are. Have ya heard of the Valentine Sister pardner."
He pushes back the mug smiling back at them, his voice just as he looks "I would be, nice to meet you Mr. Franz." Tim begins to drink his hot chocolate.
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.)