Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Angelique and Kayla are both checking out the carnival, though they’re not together.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing, but I’m not much of an artist.
She gets a bit more friendly as she goes along, enjoying the seeming respect
"Hm, I've never eaten an insect before." She says curiously
"The Victrillians breed them for their meat and wool. We have them shipped in from under Titansgrave Mountain, where it is incredibly dark but high in unraveling Nightmare magic, allowing them to generate power for the lights the moths feed off of. The result is very plump, tender, crispy insects with incredible juices. I should warn you, though, they are very large, and you might not be able to finish one on your own."
A glove manifests from the smoke and brings her a moth on a stick, about the size of a turkey leg.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The carnival goers and carnies seem very nice, if unidentifiable. The food and drinks are also amazing, but don't seem to be from this plane of existence. Many of the carnies claim that their food is made of ingredients that don't seem to exist, sounding mythical at best and blatantly made up at worst.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Both Angelique and Kayla have dinner. Angelique goes for a turkey leg while Kayla contents herself with eating cotton candy.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing, but I’m not much of an artist.
They see a massive, shadowy creature, about 13 feet tall, dressed in ringmaster's clothes. The creature seems to be part smoke, part darkness, and part pure gold, and all evidence suggests that the clothes are part of the creature. Most of the carnies and carnival goers cheer for the monster as it bows for them, creating smoke illusions from its breath. Its footfalls are completely silent, but it has such an incredible presence that footsteps aren't needed to portray this entity's magnitude and power.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They both watch the ringmaster with interest. Angelique is awed, Kayla merely curious.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing, but I’m not much of an artist.
She flinches before whipping around to look at then, "How did you get in my-"
It tips its tophat to each of them in turn, revealing the bestial skull beneath the snazzy outfit, its maw dripping with wispy demons. "Come now! We came all this way just for you folks!" It intones in a deep, powerful voice, passing through a string of colorful electric lights as it walks. "Just enough is never enough!" Spectral hands manifest and start offering Angelique and Kayla food, drinks, toys, and all sorts of things. "Take whatever pleases you, I insist!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She looks at it a little uncertainly, "Do you have cutlery?"
*I fell on a rock at lunch, and I have a nice scrape on my knee$
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*oof, that sux*
"Oh, come now, darling! You don't need a plate or cutlery for a delicacy such as this! You'll ruin the experience! Don't worry, no one who knows you will see! Just dig in like the Titans intended!" Another glove, this one holding several napkins, appears near her.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*It does, and my dog decided to lick my bandage off
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Ach. I hope you heal up okay.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Probably will, but I have a bike trip this weekend*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
She sighs, shuddering slightly before taking a bite out of it, her other hand grabbing the napkins
It's a cathartic, transcendent experience, the flavors bold and unashamed of their delicious impurity. The ripping of the soft flesh brings an animalistic glee as the savory-sweet juices spill out into her mouth. It is better than any overpriced dragon steak or fine wine that she has tasted, but at the same time it tastes wrong, somehow taboo... and that makes it taste even better.
Raw, unspeakable, intoxicating Id.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They stumble back, "oh! I- umm-"
*theym look kinda like this, with the 4 arms n whatnot, but a calico pattern all over them https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_GzpZPWy76MnfRqhJSqz9KsngUB58uu-/view?usp=sharing*