Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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She stops, listening to the song, before continuing onward towards the source, singing softly to herself.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*oh god the Child is gonna flip out*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*I mean we shoulddddd probably check with Link before doing a war, but I think Bríz would end the war as soon as their people get massacred.*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
*... massacre?*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
She eventually meets the source, a young person with dark skin, and spiky black hair that turns purple at the tips. Today, Kalaposi is wearing a simple suit, as if dressed for a fancy occasion they’ll never get to witness. They look up with sadness. “Welcome to my island. I suppose this is how I’m fated to spend my days-gods and rot.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"It is where we are headed"
Eventually, they reach the new forest. Birds sing in the branches. Small animals rustle about.
*In the interest of mythmaking, would you be cool if sarlok temporarily turned up the child's passion for peace?*
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
*that’s what happened in the other thread :D*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Oh. Hello. Who might you be?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*Hoo boy*
*Go ahead*
"Hm. Well. It's a forest alright. Nothing too out of the ordinary."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*I see*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
“Kalaposi.” They say. “And you?”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"I have many names, but truly, none of them are my own. I tend to be called the Mother by most, so that has become my name of sorts."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*cut with Gonz.*
“The Mother, huh? I like that. What’s it like?”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Yet. Can you look into the future? Forests are known to be home to monsters, and dangerous animals. Liable to kill and eat mortals. It may be peaceful now, but a forest like this? With a headstart on all others? It will become a living death trap. Something mortals will come to fear, and send heros into, to slay monsters, real and imagined, and the forest will retaliate. Then everyone dies, and nothing is peaceful"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"What's what like?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
“Being a mother.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"All forests are are groups of trees! So far, no monsters in sight. Really, that term monster is a funny one. Who made the word monster? Did they use it to describe a horrible beast? If so, would they ever come to think monster would be used to describe people? Or are monstrous people so far removed from how we perceive ourselves to be that they no longer stay people? If so, then what is a monster? Oh, I'm rambling, aren't I. That means I'm nervous! A great thing it is to be nervous, you know. Keeps you on your toes. Ready for action! Mortals are quite stupid like that, aren't they. Always sending off heroes to kill things. To kill monsters! Monstrous monsters, some would say. Killed by humane humans! I'm still rambling, aren't I. Hm. Don't like it. Usually I'm a lot more controlled. Death trap? Yes, you said something about that didn't you. Never like those. Always a bit messy. But you know what's messier? Calling one thing evil. Calling something a monster. There are no monsters! Monsters are just things we use to distance ourselves from something else. So it's easier to harm it, to kill it. I'm still rambling. Hm." The Child opens it's mouth as if to start another sentence, only to be distracted by a particularly round stone placed in the path.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
She laughs. "Oh! I am not a mother. I am the Mother. They call me that to ward off my attention. It get's lonely when they do... But I suppose it's natural for mortals to fear me..."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Please. Nothing in this forest could harm me. I worry about eventual mortals. They, sadly, do not share our enlightenment on relative morality. They use the same rationale as you say, and will not be swayed from it. Is it not our, your duty, as a god, to protect mortals from sutch" the click their tongue "dangerous thoughts? Would a dangerous place, sutch as this forest, not be better if presented more manageably to them? There is a village nearby. What would stop them from deeming those within monsters? Going on a great and bloody crusade against it?"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
The Child drops the stone. "Ah, but that is where you are wrong! It is my duty to protect humans from that way of thinking! And it is of no use to any if nature would be whittled down to suit the whims of man. Humans do not control nature. At least, not yet. Not completely. In a few thousand years or so, maybe. Depends on how quickly they'll advance here... And as for what would stop the village folk from deeming the denizens of these woods monsters? Me!"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?