Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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*all good*
X comes back like nothing happened. "Hey, go back to sleep Tresa."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I am well, blessed even, and thou my friend?*
As soon as there see a tear wide enough for them both to make it through, she picks up Omori and jumps down into the hole. She casts light, slowly floating them both down into the depths of the inky darkness, searching for what they know is there, looking for the core with her magical sense.
He cracks his neck, making a violently loud pop before nodding slowly "It's okay, she wasn't able to convince me of anything because of you. I didn't tell her where you live, and I made sure I wasn't followed." He says with a smile, cracking his back.
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 nods with bleery eyes, going back to sleep without seeing the blood on the wall.
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 morning madam Yvonne :] *
X peeks through the window of her workshop, curious
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
As she sleeps he cleans up all the blood, making sure the dead body is hidden somewhere in the woods. He cleans up his hands from the blood
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I am well as well! Good to hear thou art having a most blessed day!*
Down under the clearing is a large chamber- a hollow space left behind by the Seer's influence. The soil of the walls and floor is oozing with that shadowy ichor, overly saturated with the foul corruption and failing to contain it all. It forms puddles and small pools along the shadowed edges of the arena, the earth in the few spots where sunlight reaches completely bone-dry and grey. Ahead of them, they can see a large tunnel of the central chamber, filled completely by shadowy, ethereal tendrils- a part of the Seer's incorporeal form- that claw away at the soil above them, letting a slow trickle of sunlight into the room. "Y o u ' r e h e r e . . . A n d y o u b r o u g h t h e r w i t h y o u . . ." Says the soundless voice of the corrupter, sounding amused. "E x c e l l e n t . . . N o w , l e a v e t h e c h i l d h e r e , a n d y o u r f o r e s t w i l l b e s p a r e d . . ."
"That's good, at least. Thank you for that." She responds, seeming somewhat relieved, though still confused about one thing. "Why would she be looking for me?" She wonders aloud.
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)
*How art thou today, mine good friend? :D*
At one point, she looks up to the window as well, seeing him. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" She immediately asks, sounding both lethally serious and tired, as if this is a common occurence.
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 wakes up a little while later, seeing them washing their hands of the blood, though not immediately recognizing it, the stuffed animal in their arms as they rub their eyes.
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.)
*Very tired. Bad night, early morning..*
X leans on the window. "names X."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yo anyone wanna RP?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She doesn't waste time attempting to have some banter with the Seer. The bright stars of a black night cover her body entirely, the armor fusing into the form as two wings, dripping with the void extend from her back. The small bit of sunlight seems to coagulate, becoming stronger and brighter as her magic is infused into it, shining down on the Seer, though not filled with true radiance just yet "Omori, is my daughter." She says, before charging them, a Sunbeam shining down on them at the same time. DC 19 Con save or take 22 Radiant damage.
"Because you are brilliant, and beautiful, and all I could ever want in the world? Or maybe that is everything that I see in you." He says with a chuckle, "You know, sleeping when it gets dark is strange, I'm so used to sleeping during the day."
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 would, if you would.*
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.)
"Morning sleepyhead." he says, drying his hands
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"M-morning. Why are you washing your hands? Were you playing without me?"
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.)
*Sure, here ya go*
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.
"Oh nah. Just used the bathroom." he says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She nods, and hugs them softly "You're nice." She rubs her eyes.
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.)
*okie :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*b r u h.*
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 notices a white, smug, fluffy tabaxi, looking around the shooting range
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.