Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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*Characters for today.*
Stroth is in her demi-plane, seeming to build a new body in one of her vats. Paranoid as can be, she is thinking of making this body incredibly powerful so, if she dies and gets reincarnated into it (if all goes to plan), she will be ten times more powerful with magic and hand-to-hand combat than she was before. She is shaping the body into one that resembles her very first form, a man. She is planning on fully injecting the body with high concentrations of necromantic, radiant, psychic, and force magic into the body, so it could survive being crushed by planets or being deconstructed into particle matter.
Sable, who has disappeared inside his home due to the sun coming up, is curled up on the floor. He holds his knees to his chest as he tries to ignore the pain of hunger that fills him. He has made sure to lock every window, every door, and even the outside entrance to the estate so people would stop bothering him like Rag and Thirteen.
La'Thay is meditating outside, trying to gain some semblance of peace but it is hard for them when that creeping feeling of darkness fills the air. They know they have to stop it at all costs but they first need a plan, hence the meditation. They delve into their mind space, a form of the mind palace, to search for ideas that may lead to a plan.
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 the source of the sound cautiously.
He whirls around, confused. Perception: 11
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Theren is waiting outside, wanting to talk to Stroth for advice.
There is a click at the door as a young man walks in, a futuristic pistol in hand. *Want his intro?*
The Creature in the Woods is stalking them from the trees.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(anyone want to rp)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*I am sorry everyone, but I probably won't be on except for at school for the next few days, maybe weeks. Stuff's happening, you know how it is. Anybody here want to rp while I'm here?*
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.)
The creature turns twoards her, standing on two legs and roaring.
He sees the young man, now with his hood up, walking away
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*sure!!*
Theren is sitting inside playing his guitar. His fingers dancing over the strings with practised ease.
Phoenix is grumpy and drinking coffee. Jack didn't show to their date and he's very clearly upset about that.
Leo and Festus are sitting outside the forge munching on breakfast. Leo kicks his feet like a little kid as he sits on the edge of the wall.
The Creature in the Woods has escaped Merabelle's cave and is back in its territory. It is hunting for food.
-new character-
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It's just somethin' that happens when ya get too cold. Do you need help? Are your legs strong enough to carry you?" He asks, deeply concerned about 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.)
He finds she is not coming out, mostly due to 'Valentine' being present in the world outside.
Sable quickly stands up, his crimson eyes burning.
La'Thay returns from their mind space, opening their eyes.
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
He sighs. He then sends a telepathic message to her. "Yo, its Theren. Can you let me in?"
The young man whistles, looking around. "Man...i could totally scrap this place for some coin."
the creature stays hidden in the trees.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
While the creature is hunting for food, Merabelle is hunting for the creature, and so far, all the creature knows is that she's close.
One of the people they pickpocket from is a Goliath, seemingly of storm giant descent. He notices that he was stolen from while tinkering on a coo coo clock and politely asks for them to return his money to him in his deeply Australian accent, surprisingly meek for someone so big with a greataxe on his back "Umm, uh those are mine. Could you give that back?"
Description- Milo is an absolute giant of a man, which makes sense, considering that he's a giant. He's quite meek actually, living on a farm most of his life with the rest of his Goliath family. He's actually the smallest of his family, at a tiny 7 foot 3, and is treated as such by the rest of his family. He's also the only Storm Giant descendant. He's often seen trying to tinker with broken farm equipment and machines, despite not being very good at it. He wears clothes a tinkerer would wear, though much larger to fit his massive muscular frame, wearing goggles on top of his silky, greasy black hair at all times.
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.)
It hisses, retreating deeper into the trees.
"Who me?" he asks innocently.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It can tell that she continues to follow, the faint sound of footsteps able to be heard.
"Uh, yes. I would like my money back please." He politely asks.
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.)
"Theren? What do you want." He hears Stroth's warbling voice in his ears.
(Make a STR save for the Young Man)
The loxodon stands up, stretching a bit.
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
It moves quicker away from her.
"Choom, I ain't stealin your money."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Stroth is in her demi-plane, seeming to build a new body in one of her vats. Paranoid as can be, she is thinking of making this body incredibly powerful so, if she dies and gets reincarnated into it (if all goes to plan), she will be ten times more powerful with magic and hand-to-hand combat than she was before. She is shaping the body into one that resembles her very first form, a man. She is planning on fully injecting the body with high concentrations of necromantic, radiant, psychic, and force magic into the body, so it could survive being crushed by planets or being deconstructed into particle matter.
Sable, who has disappeared inside his home due to the sun coming up, is curled up on the floor. He holds his knees to his chest as he tries to ignore the pain of hunger that fills him. He has made sure to lock every window, every door, and even the outside entrance to the estate so people would stop bothering him like Rag and Thirteen.
La'Thay is meditating outside, trying to gain some semblance of peace but it is hard for them when that creeping feeling of darkness fills the air. They know they have to stop it at all costs but they first need a plan, hence the meditation. They delve into their mind space, a form of the mind palace, to search for ideas that may lead to a plan.
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
"Need to talk. In person. Mind letting me in? " he says
STR: 11
It creaks, sounding like radio static as it creeps closer
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She keeps pace fairly well, going faster and moving through the terrain with ease.
"Okay... Can you prove that?" He asks "Because I think people are starting to notice their money is missing."
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.)
"No. It is out there. Can't let anyone in." She says and he can hear something shattering in the background and her cursing.
He doesn't take any damage but he shoved outside again, the door slamming shut.
La'Thay sighs and summons their glaive "I can feel you staring."
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
It turns to stand its ground, now on two feet and roaring at her.
"Catch me first choom. You ain't getting these eddies back." he laughs, walking away
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.