Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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!!Trigger Warnings!!: Disease, starvation, culinary horror, biological manipulation, animal abuse, ecological destruction, political corruption, police corruption, poisoning, cancer.
Foodborne: Introducing The Best Speakeasy in All of Black City
Black water, red skies with black clouds, black grass painted green, colorful paint peeling off black concrete buildings, black lungs, homeless men in black blankets, with skin covered in pitch-black dust and grime, black coal, black oil, black ink making up black-hearted contracts made by white men in black suits and black ties, black meat dyed pink, black cookies with white cream, black fruit and vegetables covered in beautiful veneers of wax and sold to people with stomachs filled with black worms and black tumors.
Ah, yes, the greatest city in the greatest country in the world.
We let our greed consume us, and this is the consequence. Factory farms industrializing torture on an unprecedented scale, genetically patented monoculture crops produced by people who don't own anything, all for food that rots where it sits. Every two years, we slaughter more animals for food than the number of humans who ever existed. We grind up everything that dies, and we throw away half of it. All of this is subsidized, legalized, and promoted. Normal, natural, necessary, the lobbyists, the scientists, the advertisers all claim. And when the law says otherwise, in those impossibly rare events? The Barons simply pay the fine with their infinite wealth, and continue their brutal work from where they will never see it happen.
Black City has no empathy past a certain point. Morbid obesity rates are over 70% in both adults and children. The police use mutant demons to control the populace, and only enforce the laws that they like. The homeless line the street, most of them employed. Despite everything we've done in the fields of genetics, we don't have a cure for the cancer that ravages our people.
THE TOWER
In hidden alcoves all over the city, there are elevators. If The Worldwide Gourmet finds you interesting enough, or you have the right clearance, you can go down, down, down, deep into the earth, to a dimly-lit, colorful bar that spans several acres of space. The Tower. It was built in a depleted groundwater reservoir, and now acts as a hideout and affordable housing for innumerable people. Live music, fresh food, dentists and dietitians who haven't been bought by the corporations. Whenever someone enters, Worldwide reads them the same story off the back of the first menu ever printed:
"It is said that deep underground, there is a secret vault that contains the genetic information of every species that ever existed, used to create the horrible, patented-and-packaged chimeras and abominations used by the elite. It is guarded by the Pork Barons, the largest family in the Great Big Beautiful Trust and the rulers of Black City. Get your hands on that, and you can rebuild the world. Re-seed the ecosystem, even.
But we'll only ever get to do it once."
RULES (huge credit to Bananer and Wes for rule 1)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*lol, credit Bananer because I pretty much stole it from him. I love this, I probably won’t be on much for a while since I’m on vacation but I’m definitely gonna make a char*
When you left this town, with your windows down
And the wilderness inside
Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass
'Til the road and sky align
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*I'll credit both of you*
*Thank you so much, my brosef*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A woman walks the streets, gazing down at the people below like scurry h ants, always off to somewhere to do something. She smiles, pure black teeth that are as sharp as razors, glint in the low light that manages to break through the smog.
She has long, slightly wavy blonde hair that is tied back in a low ponytail, somehow clean despite the world around her. Her eyes are bright orange, flecks of black towards the center like mold that blooms outwards. Her skin, pale as snow, is marred with scars all over, like those are a second skin to her very flesh. She is slim, lithe, with barely any body mass yet there is no sign of weakness in her gait as she walks.
She wears a black, button-up dress shirt, a brown vest overtop of that, and a long brown trench coat. Buttons of gold dot her articles of clothing, a subtle way of showing material wealth. Her trousers, black and pinstriped, loosely fit over her legs. Her feet are clad in brown boots, laces of black, capped with golden eyes.
In one hand, she has a cane made of black glass. The glass is in a cubic growth column of sorts, sharp to the looks of it and beautiful. It looks like it should shatter, fragment into pieces upon pieces until nothing is left of its fractal self.. but it doesn't. It remains like everything else here.
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The Worldwide Gourmet, a tiny Honkachuan strugel with purple markings and pink, spiraling eyes, walks over to her. "You look fun. You new around here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh very much so!" She said, grinning "Looking for some fun you know? Heard that this was the place!" She gestured to the smog, the old buildings spiraling upwards, the factories, the whole lot of it.
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"As long as you don't need to work, it's pretty cool." He yawns and headbonks her leg like a cat. "Do you take suggestions, or would you like to find fun all on your own? Exploration is a big part of the Great Game, after all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Exploration is fun until you find yourself in the back alley of a casino and they say 'oooh, you aren't allowed here anymore' and then they chase you through the city... Anyways, yeah I agree!" She grinned and scoops them up like a cat "Let's go explore!"
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He curls up in her arms and closes his eyes. "The park is nice. I go fishing there sometimes. There aren't any fish, unfortunately."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I wouldn't assume so." She laughed "Fish need clean water!"
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"I tried bioprinting a duck once. It melted when I put it in the water. That's not a good sign."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh definitely not! Do you want a duck?" She asked.
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He lays his head against her shoulder and opens his eyes. "I used to want there to be ducks in the pond so I could feed them. Now I realize that even if they survive the pond, they wouldn't have anything to eat. Even the pigeons get sick pretty often."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She sets them down, pulling out a large black book. It's covers are made of pure obsidian, it's corners capped with black metal. She opens it, humming happily, before clapping her hands. She rolls up her sleeves, her arms marked intricately with sigils, runes, and bindings. She murmured something before the symbols on her arms start to glow and reddish orange
Before them both, the ground seems to mold into something. Stone, concrete, steel, becomes flesh and blood. A duck, made from the material's of the building turned living flesh, now sits before them both. It quacks, not a single though behind those eyes.
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He casually waddles over to pet it. "This is a good one. Do you think it will melt too?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Shouldn't unless your lakes are acid based or have the PH off by like... A lot."
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a young man, though man may be a loose term, with him seemingly bareley into adulthood, he was in a charcoal black suit, though one sleeve was cut short, and it was obvious why. his right arm was not just flesh, but small metal tubes ran under and over his skin, parts of the arm plates of metal, and as he walked, he flipped open a part of the skin to reveal a cris-cross of wires and tubes within
he/him|call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
LORD AND MASTER OF THE VOID.
He thinks for a second. "Yeah, we can fix that. We just need to add a bubble machine."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"EXACTLY!" She beams, patting his head "Smart cookie!"
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*brosef?*
When you left this town, with your windows down
And the wilderness inside
Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass
'Til the road and sky align
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