Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Instead of tightening like before, the chains actually loosen, setting him free “Now you’re starting to impress me. But I guess it’s time I started taking this fight seriously. EA!” A bronze blade appears in Sandalphon’s hand, glowing a light blue “I used this blade to slay a dragon once. Quite the enjoyable time it was.” He the burst forth, slashing at Eithan Attack: 38 Damage: 44 Attack: 34 Damage: 31 Attack: 36 Damage: 23 Attack: 26 Damage: 33
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
He’s able to deflect two of the four hits, becoming bloodied with a noticeable bit of his strength faded. He decides to let things get serious, making six more swings at them, silver light being traces all around them with each swing. To hit:22 30 33 31 36 38 Damage:13 15 10 17 12 11
*anyways, I crave violence… but I’m not sure what character I want to use… also*
Lonely is reading a book next to a tree.
“MORE! SHOW ME MORE!” He slashes more at Eithan, smiling like a madman Attack: 22 Damage: 27 Attack: 20 Damage: 28 Attack: 29 Damage: 25 Attack: 37 Damage: 32
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
The blows continue to cut into him, and he responds accordingly, swinging back, though not as happily as his opponent does to him, more clean, straightforward. To hit:20 27 37 28 23 23 Damage:10 13 15 18 16 17
The blows strike his armor as Sandalphon keeps swings, holding his blade with two hands now “C’mon! Fight harder!” Attack: 31 Damage: 29 Attack: 37 Damage: 28 Attack: 37 Damage: 32 Attack: 37 Damage: 23
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
He isn’t able to withstand the continuous onslaught of attacks, eventually collapsing under all the pressure. Or that would be the case, if not for the second personality taking over the moment he touches the ground, in an explosion of darkness, placing a hand on them in a blink. He takes 20 before making his own onslaught of attacks once more. To hit:21 20 32 21 24 35 22 37 24 26 28 32 Damage:19 11 13 15 20 14 11 17 19 18 18 15
*Ya know, not to sound butt hurt for getting absolutely whomped in this fight, but I think on a thread where having high to hit is nearly a necessity, stuff like reverse AC makes the user practically untouchable other than a 5% chance on every roll. Or is that just me?*
*That's kinda the point of reverse AC. He also doesn't have much hp in comparison to the people with actual thousands (200) nor can he heal except in a specific circumstance which also nerfs his attack power. If you were to say, hit him with a weapon you aren't proficient with, he would pretty much keel over instantly. Essentially, he's Achiles. If you find his weakness, a win is almost guaranteed*
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
*Ah I didn’t have the context for that, how interesting, I actually have been meaning to intro a character who is the perfect counter to this guy because every attack he makes is with disadvantage. That’s very interesting actually, my fault, didn’t know.*
*Don't mind me, just making a ridiculously OP character that can't fight because I don't want to use da big numbors...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*is it a certain brown dragon?*
*Of course it is, and he’s going to remember a certain man whose name rhymes with Tag.*
*Indeemd! He sacrificed a memento of Rag to ascend to a Greatwyrm, and now he's coming back to try and remember more about his best friend.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I love Dragonflight’s requirement for becoming a greatwyrm being a sacrifice of something the Dragon cared about deeply, it’s very cool.*
*Its going to be so cool, and I’m happy that they are best friends with Rag, because Rag seriously cares about them.*
"I will try for what's right, while I walk through the grass,
Let my eyes see the light, I′ll catch a glimpse of our past..."
An impossibly large brown drake is walking toward the dome. He stands about 200 feet high to his shoulder and is armored with an entire adamantine-plated, magically reinforced steampunk palace on his back, filled with master craftsmen and their families waving handkerchiefs and throwing confetti. His deep voice hums as he takes his time, making sure not to step on anyone, a monumental task for a monumental monster, especially since his belly hangs barely over 50ft off the ground. But everyone sees him, everyone hears him, and everyone knows he his here:
Skwasniec, the Titan of Opulence.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Rag looks over to them, for a moment, just a moment, he stops, muttering to himself, “No… it couldn’t be… but may it is, Skwasniec?” He stands up from where he was sitting on the other side of the dome. He puts down his axe, his wings unfurling as he begins to expand, growing to his true dragonic form, smaller than Skwasniec, but not by too much, “My friend!” He says, making sure not to crash into them, hugging them with clawed hands.
The Titan nuzzles him, smiling back. His scales are softer than silk and smell wonderful, like the finest soaps and herbs from across the multiverse. "Ah, Rag! The Soup Dragon! I've missed you!" The immense laughs heartily. "I told you I'd be a hero like you said! Every day I waited in slumber or fought for the right to ascend in the Gourmet World, I remembered that you were waiting for me to come back, knowing that I could do it. But let us take this down to mortal scale. I wish to sit down, and the amount of death that would bring in this state would weigh heavy on my heart for millennia."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels