Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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a crown is only the Strength of the wielder. You, my friend, are a lousy king.
“And you are a lowly goose. Who are you to judge me.” He is obviously hurt by the doom duck’s words.
and who are you to be armed with all of this fancy equipment when you don’t deserve it? It hops 20 feet into the air and starts fluttering around him.
“I got the equipment I now have fair and square!” He clumsily swings the blade in the vague direction of the duck. To hit:6
He manages to hit himself and knock himself over in the heavy armor, stuck on the ground, crying for help from his parents.
*Actually he’s immune to fire damage so nothing happens, he just sits there.*
Ragnaris burrows out from the ground, covered in boiling lava that sloughs off his scales in huge sheets. He shakes himself off, sending droplets of molten rock flying everywhere.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Rag decides to walk over and talk to his old grandfather. Sitting cross legged he looks up to Ragnaris “Do you know who my parents are? Or anything about the lineage that leads to my existence and how I became an unintentional dimension hopper?”
Ragnaris looks down at Rag, then lays down next to him. "Hello, Ragneriuos. You wish to know about your parents, eh? Well, your mother was a lovely young dragon, my daughter. She had a strange appeal to candy apples. She would always turn into a human and sneak down to steal some from the village that was near my lair. Your father was a tyrant after my own nature. I approved of him very much. However, I never knew about you until just days before your mother's death. A few weeks before I assume you would have hatched, I learned they both had been killed by a trio of gold dragons. After I heard of this, I spent years tracking them down, finally finding them in a large clearing in a forest. I ripped then apart then buried their remains so far under the ground no one will ever find their bones. They had attacked your parents in their lair, so I assumed you hadn't survived. I guess I was wrong."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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*Awesome dude, real cool man.*
He listens intently to every word, locking them into his memory, visualizing the story as to keep it forever “So they are both dead, a tragedy, although I never would have expected much less. If they weren’t dead they would have found me.” He takes some deep breaths, his rage turning the ground around him molten.
Ragnaris shifts into a dragonborn slightly larger than Rag, and puts a hand on his shoulder. "I understand your pain. After I learned of their deaths, I went on a rampage so great that the destruction spanned thousands of miles. I will leave you alone to grieve." He walks off.
(Thanks so much, I completely made this up on the spot XD.)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Thank you for proving my point, its a real help.
New character!
Popping into existence as reality fizzles and pops around the center of the dome, is a young man with silky, short black hair, all frazzled and messy as if they had just been in a rainstorm, and warm brown eyes. With a white lab coat over leather clothes fitting for some sort of tinkerer, and with thick brown gloves, the only skin showing is around his face and neck, covered with soot and extremely pale. Around his chest is a satchel, brimming with many sorts of devices and notes and unlabeled alchemical brews. On the satchel’s stap going over his opposite shoulder, three separate watches are hung on metallic chains. One is made of white marble, the other a dark oak wood, and the third some sort of black stone or gem. They all tick at different times, and he’s clutching the oak one with one of his hands.
he falls over and vomits, before quickly getting back up, wiping his mouth and looking around.
*Cut*
”I’ll cook you alive you lousy pheasant!” He says still stuck on the ground “You’ll all pay!”
The last person who tried that was found three days later by their husband, dead in a ditch. Tread carefully.
*anyone on?*
The nearby guards drag him away, still kicking and screaming like a child. Later that day a manly man in leather armor with the same crest approaches the duck, he is obviously much older than the previous person.
Welcome, human. What is your purpose here?
He sighs and rubs the back of his head “I apologize for my nephew.”
hopefully the idiocracy does not run in the family. He is insufferable.