Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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"Some people are mean to my brother, they used to try to beat him up before the world got weird."
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 lowers his rifle and sighs. "Yeah. Just peachy."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Huh..well, i aint ever gonna be mean to you." he says, holding out his hand for a fist bump
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Long time no see. Remember when you turned into a purple sheep that one time?"
He seems surprised for a second "Hey, Thane!"
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 bumps his fist, which is strange if this really is a stone age world. She walks over to grab a cup, putting some medicine in it and filling it with water.
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.)
*cut with Theren*
The tabaxi takes out their own gun "Ya sure?"
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.
"I think you mean when you turned me into a purple sheep that one time." He says, laughing.
"Are you doin' well, my friend?" He asks, giving them a hug.
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.)
(Seer's Con save: 11) All of the three attacks hit, the third severing a whole section of the Seer's arm, which bleeds ichor from the segments left behind. The sunbeam then strikes it again for even more damage, disintegrating more of the tendril as it flails frantically around the arena, the Seer shrieking in agony. Omori casts Cure Wounds on Merabelle, her stellar power aiding in the casting (15 hit points restored) The Seer lashes out once again, but this time, at a different target. It grabs onto Omori, despite her Starry Form's radiance burning it as it does so, and drags her down the tunnel and out of sight, the frightened child screaming in distress for her mother.
She wraps her arms around him in a hug as well. "And I love you more than I can even put into words." She responds, the tiniest bit of tears welling up in all of her own eyes as well.
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 watches. "You know, where i'm from, we get stuff called chrome to make us live longer." he says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods for a second before shaking his head
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hey! You turned yourself purple" Wind chuckles
"Yep."
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.
*I'm sorry you're not doing the best. Make sure to get as much rest as you need :)*
"Okay, X, what are you doing here?" She asks again.
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)
*Hmmmm, got anyone in particular you want me to use? :D*
*Will do.*
"Smelled something rank. Followed it here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The tabaxi begins to fire at the targets "Hmm. Wanna talk 'bout it?"
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.
*nah. choose whoever*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"My husband didnt show up for our date that we planned." he grumbles, nailing a target in the head
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She is immediately filled with intense worry, shedding her armor for more speed to follow after them. Her wings flapping while she runs to increase her speed even farther. She picks up some stones from the ground in an attempt to knock the tendril apart with some magical radiant stones. She throws them with all of the force she can muster as they are dragged into the darkness. To hit:20 13 Damage:17+13 16+13
He pulls back from her after a moment, walking into the warehouse to grab something quickly, running back out mere moments later holding something small in his hands. He has also changed his outfit, looking far more formal. He takes one of her hands, lowering himself down to one knee, putting the small thing into the hand, a ring box.
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 kinda bad. I don't know much about you're situation, but 'e probably loves ya. Sometimes people can't make it to a date"
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.