Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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"What was that for?" he says, lowering the sword
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Should I intro Mortimer here?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Wampahoofus is outside doing target practice. He is using a small revolver to shoot at a deer target.
*I don't know who that is, but yes.*
"Was curious what you were up to"
"i was thinking."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I talked about him on LCW.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hm," He nods, eating his salad
"Also why croutons."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I remember seeing you mention him.*
A ship pulls up at the docks: the Cornucopia, a gargantuan prison submarine that famously went down months ago. How is it even here? And why? All it did was pick up dangerous and powerful criminals to keep them away from society. It hasn't been docked since it was built!
But, defying all logic, it floats there, its smokestacks belching smog into the air, its drawbridge slowly lowering. The only thing that comes out is the legendary Warden... or something wearing his clothes. In addition to the signature stovepipe tophat and wrinkled clothes, the figure walking out is massive, although strangely not as large as the actual Warden. They seem to be almost swallowed by the ogrillion's fancy uniform, which fails to cover the broken shackles around their wrists, ankles, and neck. Not a scrap of skin shows through the soaking wet fabric.
The figure walks out of the ship with purpose and confidence but is obviously lost. They stand at the end of the drawbridge, taking a deep breath, sounding more like wind than an actual breath.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Can't throw lettuce at you."
He rolls his eyes, annoyed
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ozzy gives a smile in return
*not sure wether to make Vega a psi warrior, eldritch knight, or wizard like last time*
A peg leg thumps on the dock. “Is that the Cornucopia?” says the Wampahoofus. He cautiously approaches, one hand hovers over the pistol in his holster.
*psi warrior!*
Theren glares at Ozzy. "You broke my train of thought."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*NEVERMIND YALL. IM BACK :D*
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
*YAYYYYYYYYYYYY! RE_POSTING NOW*
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.
*THANK YOU!!.*
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