Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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*Hello all! I'm feeling utterly sqoungtafulous today!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anyone wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Aeon hears movement coming from behind the barn.
He jerks to awareness, grabbing the gun. He rushes to the noise but doesn't lift the weapon to a shooting position yet.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*would a little girl undead/plant thing be at home here? asking for a friend.*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A furry creature is shuffling away from you near the wall of the barn. You are able to glimpse the striped tail of a raccoon. Then you hear a quiet voice humming to itself, "Shoki-shoki! Shall I wash the beans? Or shall I catch and eat a human being? Shoki-shoki!"
*That sounds perfect for this thread, actually.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Definitely. Tell this friend of yours that undead and plant things are right at home in the Autumn Country.*
Aeon sighs. "Please announce yourself better next time, sir, madam, or other. I almost shot you with iron buckshot."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Somewhere deeeeeep in a dark part of the woods, in a shallow hole, sits a little undead girl in a tattered victorian dress
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The raccoon stops. It sits back on its haunches, still facing away from you. Then its head rotates cleanly on its shoulders, owl fashion. Green bandit eyes stare at you over a toothy grin. "No, you wouldn't have." speaks the large raccoon.
She hears a rustling sound and footsteps, both human and animal. A glistening black nose on a long red snout sniffs over the hole a moment before disappearing.
She shudders and hides, laying down in the grave-shaped hole
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He shudders. As does the barn. "I would have. And if I missed, the sound alone would have... done bad things."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The smiling coon's body turns around to match his head, "Really? Mistake sticks have always been grand drumbeats to my ears." You see his black hand shaped paws are full of beans.
*bonk*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
You hear a soft humming wash over you, like a sudden breeze. The humming continues as the human footsteps stop and you hear the papery rattle of a shaking tree branch.
"The sound wouldn't have hurt you, but some things are drawn to gunshots. Loud noises. Distress. Pain. Even a sudden quiet could draw it out."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She peeks a little bit up
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"That's exactly why I call them mistake sticks. They have a tendency to make very drastic, irreversible mistakes." He winks one green eye, holding it close. In the shadows it gives a strange reeling, disorienting effect as the symmetry of his face is thrown off as all you can see is one green eye and a terribly wide grin that seems ready to tip over at any moment.