Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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*Sorry, internet went out. I have about 30 minutes.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Thirteen takes mental note of this and knocks on the door politely.
“Well, my boyfriend’s an archdevil, and I hate to say it, but he’s probably stronger than I am. So I have both protection in enemy territory and a guarantee that you won’t wake up tomorrow when he finds out.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*gtg for the night sadly*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*nvm, back for like three min*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The man hears the knocking and stops what he's doing, walking over to open the door with a smile. "Howdy there! We're closed right now, but if you need something I can make an exception for you."
"I could kill you myself then kill him before he has a chance to find out. It wouldn't be that hard."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I was just wondering about some odd phenomena around here. Got a minute?”
“But do you HAVE to? I’m a good ally and I have no intrinsic morals!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*alright goodnight friendos*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*What do yall think of this? Any criticisms? Might not use it.*
An unexpectedly chilling breeze fills the air on an especially shadowy day, the sun barely able to peek through the clouds as it begins to rain. Not only is it raining, the downpour is pretty heavy, heavier than anything would be expected.
Outside of the Inn, in the garden Damian used to use, a stack of crates sits, waiting for Damian to move them to his new home, but he can't. The cold and the rain doesn't bother him as he lies there, eyes closed, the glow in his chest and the brightness of his eyes faded. He's died, but he dies all of the time, it can't be too bad... right? Minutes have already passed, first one, then five, then ten, he doesn't get back up. He always gets back up, but today, nothing, nothing but the cold that chills Damian's once warm heart.
Damian's Alterious is dead, by what? Who knows? It can only be assumed to be his soul finally cracking fully under the pressure and giving way to death, but maybe it isn't. Only the gods know, and they couldn't care less about Damian. He was a man of many things, he lived life without regrets, shameless and full of joy, but in his last moments, he had one regret, and it is that he couldn't say goodbye.
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's good. Sad, but good.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*HELL YEAH, FREDDY IN DBD HAS FINALLY GOTTEN A REWORK WITH HIS POWER. NOW I CAN USE DREAM PALLETS AND DREAM SNARES.*
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
*Are dream pallets still forklift-viable?*
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.
*morning guys and gals and others*
Theren is searching for his wife in the Feywild, his two shortswords strapped to his back forming an X.
Phoenix is ticked off with Jack for not showing up to their date, and is taking out that anger at the shooting range.
X is sitting outside, watching the rain, and waiting for his next job to come through.
Leo and Festus are in their workshop hiding out from the rain and just relaxing.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Morning Theren*
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*morning*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*how are you today?*
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*Fine I guess. Had a rough night and don't wanna go into the details*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Alright I won't ask if you don't want me to*
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*Thanks*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*np you would show the same courtesy to me*
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*Indeed*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.