Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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"thats... interesting. whats your name?"
"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
Extended Signature
"Name's Dell Conagher. I am the proprietor of this here bar," he said and nodded his head.
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"They call me Scorpion."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah, an establishment for drinking."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(From Inscryption?)
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"scorpion? oh," he shudders. "the beasties out in the desert?"
"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
Extended Signature
"Yes sir" he said and grinned "Why don't you come on inside?"
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"No, not really."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Sure."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"oh, ok. shall we do like the odd man says and head inside?"
"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
Extended Signature
He nods and leads the way inside. Behind the bar is what appears to be the bartender. He is yelling on the phone to someone, his Australian accent coming through clearly.
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"What in the fiery pits...?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*now the real question. link is technically 117, but he has the body of a 17 year old, is he allowed to drink?*
"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
Extended Signature
(https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=515292063/)
A man in futuristic green, grey and orange armor, he has a shotgun, a glowing red sword and a sawed-off shotgun, "Why are mines necessary? What's lurking?"
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"Ignore the Aussie. He is on the phone often with his parents. They hate his job." Dell chuckles. He walks over to the bar and jumps over it "What can I get ya?"
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*Dell goes by the appearance of age so probably not.*
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"Whiskey on the rocks."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(yep)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Yep. There are twitchy lil scouts out there. Hate 'em" He chuckled.
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He nods and elbows his friend who quickly hangs up his phone. "Ah, sorry bout that mate." He chuckled and grabbed the bottle and some ice, sliding his drink down to him.
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