Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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Basic Rules (2014)
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*My mom just made me a cheeseburger. It was very good.*
The spindly being smiles. Black sigils begin appearing in the air and spiraling out from the ground beneath Uncle Pastel's shoes. Daisy feels tired. He would have fallen asleep if warforged could do that. He closes his eyes for a moment, scarcely longer than a blink, but when he opens them, he's on the Sunlight Deck, holding his "uncle's" hand. If anyone bothers you, just tug on my hand. The monster fades away, but Daisy can still feel its hand in his own.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Aww I'm happy.*
He just accepts what happened, trying not to think about it too much. "Thank you Uncle... bye.." He whispers unto the air.
βββββββββββββββ The Board ββββββββββββββββ
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
ββββββββββββββ Extended Signature ββββββββββββββ
*I'll be a servant, and I have the perfect characters for it.*
In the Whalebone Inn, two servants stand ready to help others. A scabby tabaxi with grey fur and blue eyes leans against the wall, dressed in a black vest and a pair of long pants, his tail is protectively over the shoulder of what appears to be a child Axolotl-Dragonborn dressed in an old raggedy sweater and pants. She is playing with a little puzzle cube made of wood.
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A human security officer is staring at the corner of the Inn nervously, but there doesn't appear to be anyone where he's looking.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Oval waves shyly, smiling a little.
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His gaze slowly turns to Oval. He smiles nervously and unconvincingly before dropping the act altogether and mouthing the word "Run," hs eyes bulging with terror.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Oval tilts her head, confused. Jax narrows his eyes and shakes his head at Oval.
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The officer slowly backs out of the room as a couple drops of water appear on the floor where he was looking.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Oval walks over and looks at the droplets, raising a brow. Jax hisses and tries to pull her away.
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For a split second, everyone in the room sees a towering, spindly humanoid crouching in the corner of the room, too tall to stand up straight. The creature has long, multicolored claws at the ends of its fingers and black, humanoid teeth, behind its thin lips, which are the only part of its face visible under the brim of its top hat. Everyone in the room, other than Oval, immediately forgets they saw anything.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Oval looks up and waves "Hello sir." She said and bowed her head.
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She can hear a deep, rasping voice in her head, quiet enough that it doesn't hurt her telepathic senses. Why are you calling me "sir," dear? Don't you remember one of your favorite uncles?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I don't remember you.." She said quietly. She watches him carefully while covering her fins a bit, as if to quiet.
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It's me, your Uncle Pastel. You used to see me on candy wrappers all the time.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I don't have an uncle.. Everyone died in the werewolf attack." She seems to be getting a little distressed.
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Everyone has an uncle, dearest. Even you.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She blinks and uncovers her ears "You seem nice but you aren't my uncle sir." She said and tilted her head.
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You seem to have a limited understanding of what an Uncle is. I'm kinda like... Santa Claus.
*Sorry, thought I already posted this like 10 minutes ago but the computer is being weird*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Doesn't Santa break into people's homes sir?"
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Yes, but I said I was kind of like him. I'm not Santa, I'm just something similar. The same genus, you could say.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels