Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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"... Uh. They're busy. Don't like it when I interrupt them when they're busy. Very... childish." She chuckles a bit.
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 ?
“Later, then. I can wait.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Yeah... what do you do here, then?"
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 ?
“Garden?” They shrug. “Seems only my powers are corrupted. My hands can create healthy enough food. Would you like to see my garden? I have been tending to it a lot lately. Solitude doesn’t give you many options.” They chuckle. “Maybe this can change, though…“ Their eyes shine with hope, before growing bleak again.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"I'd love to see your garden!" She smiles warmly, standing up.
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 smiles shyly. This person is different to DEITY, the other kind person they’ve met. Or rather… computer. Not that they don’t like DEITY-this goddess is just so kind. They lead her through the poisonous plants until they reach a small clearing with a river running through it. The moon shines down on budding vegetable plants, and in the corner, a tree bearing luscious fruits is seeping up the moonlight. “I found the seeds in my pocket. I guess someone did want me to be happy…” They explain. “I just wish I knew who.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
She stays standing, observing the garden.
"Oh, this is amazing... I also love to garden, you know... Plants seem to be the only living things besides my ravens that don't immediately die when touching 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 ?
“Really?” They beam. “I guess plants do favor death. Some dabble in it, some gain their energy from it. It’s different with rot, but not that different. Still… still awfully nice.”
*Get ready for your death goddess to have a tiny clingy rot god attached to her once Kalaposi is freed from their curse >:3*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"That they do!" She smiles cheerily.
*I'm so ready the two of them are gonna be so good for each otherrrr yaaa*
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 ?
“Did you originate from this world like me?”
*yeahhhhhhhhhhh I love em they’re gonna be a great team
Kalaposi: oh look it’s a flower I LOVE FLOWERS
Mother: Restructure the world so that death isn’t even necessary but do it while still managing to comfort the lil guy*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Oh, no. I am not from this world... The friend that I mentioned earlier wanted to come here, and so I came here with them."
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 beg to differ. Easy ways are much more fun, but I don't think you'll listen to me anymore" they tip their charcoal and green pinstripe fedora, and hand you a business card that reads "Zogatg, god of snakes" before turning into a snake and slithering through the underbrush.
*Good myth. Once upon a time, when the earth was new, sarlok the serpent was walking to a forest. It was the first forest, and briz had asked sarlok to destroy it. Sarlok happened upon the god of time, in the form of a small child, and, giving a fake name, sarlok invited them to walk, for, if the thunderer could destroy the forest before it existed, no one could catch them. Sarlok and the child walked and talked for a long time. Sarlok reasoned the child wanted peace, and began explaining how chaotic the forest was. Why it shouldn't exist. Ever the trickster, sarlok made the child want peace even more. But time is stubborn, and couldn't be swayed even by sarlok's cheating. Beaten, but too proud to admit it, sarlok turned into a snake and slithered away, for no one can argue with time, and that's why forests exist*
*Good end*
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Oh I won't. Goodbye, Zogatg. I have a feelingwe'll meet again!"
*OOoooh fun myth*
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.*
“What are the other worlds like?” They ask eagerly.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
*If anyone would like to start a rp with me tonight, I can probably finish it in the morning.*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Oh... they are vast... vaster than the sky and more bountiful than the deepest coffers... There are many worlds... I couldn't possibly describe them all..."
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 met a goddess of the multiverse. She gave me a gift. It was truly kind of her, helped me gain some insight into what is out of reach.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"... Really? Interesting... What did she give you...?"
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 ?
“A book of music from all the worlds. A thoughtful present.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Really? Interesting. I'd like to give it a read sometime, if you don't mind."
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 ?