Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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The sounds of deranged laughter fill the halls of the afterlife as a soul apparates into the lobby. Standing on the wooden floor is a figure clad in brightly colored garments with a disconcerting mask upon their face. The mask is large, and made of wood, although any other distinguishing features cannot be seen, as shadows seem to pool in the face of the mask, shielding it from the view of others. The figure wears a red cloth tunic with multiple bells hanging from rope hanging from the sleeves and collar. Behind the mask, two large fabric horns jut out, with bells hanging from the ends of those as well. They wear black fabric trousers, and shoes with pointed toes. "Hahahahaha- wait. How did I get here? ... Where is here? Where am I?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
*Sher!*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
A young guy with curly brown hair and sharp-not quite elflike, maybe gnomelike, but he’s human sized, perhaps a little shorter stares up at them, giving them a dry smile. “Welcome to death. It’s an awful nice place.” He tucks a loose curl behind his ear. He has a muscular yet short build, wearing a black cloak and a suit of dark steel armor with mismatched plates. His skin isn’t very dark, a bit reddish and brown in many places, and his left hand shakes with a tremor. “I’m Leucippus.”
he/they
The person scans the room, before finally looking at Leucippus. "... Leucippus? What are you, the ancient philosopher who discovered atoms?" The figure shakes his head. "No... that one wasn't even a joke. Argh. Wait- you said death? Like... I'm dead? What? How?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
He shrugs. “I’m named after my grandfather. And I dunno. Hmmmm… any visible wounds?”
he/they
*sry I couldn't do this before I was playing disfigure*
When da yit gon flurgin
*np np*
he/they
The captain looks over "oh we have a new guest"
When da yit gon flurgin
*Looks cool, don't trust me to post often*
*Impaled by spear and stuck to a wall to bleed out*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
A soft pop sounds as another soul appears on the carpet, he is dressed in traditional freemen battle garb, covered in sand, dust and blood. “where am I?”
*sorry for not posting was busy*
You can call me Cloud, Extended signature
Halloween fan, Lego master, Dm, bookworm, Ravenclaw and chef.
Under 18 year old, currently posting in BST (UK time). Autistic, dyslexic as a warning I might ask you some personal questions so please don’t hate me
Master of the clouds, ruler of the sky’s and controller of the Night
Death shall come to us all, we just chose when
"No. None that I can tell, at least. The last thing I remember was on the front lines. We were winning the battle... and then... and then what? What happened after that?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
With a loud crack, a young man appears in the middle of the foyer. He has cropped green hair, closed eyes, fair skin, and a bandanna around his neck. His shirt hangs from his chest in tatters, exposing a long scar across his front. He has three swords at his side, and a bandage wrapped around his arm. He’s bleeding quite badly, and he falls over unconscious.
(For those who know who this is, this is a similar swordsman but not the same. He was a major character inspiration, though.)
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...*Holy foreshadowing…*
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta..."I dunno what to tell you. You probably died."
he/they
"... I did, didn't I? Huh." He looks around the lobby of the hotel a bit more. "... For a place where people are dying to get in, it sure is quite unimpressive."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"Death is a bit of a reward in itself, don't ya think?"
he/they
No I'm a former pirate but I died
When da yit gon flurgin
The whispering sounds of wind and fire pass by the ears of a few quieter souls in the lobby, as a shorter, thin figure seemingly made of ash materialises within the lobby. A portion of the grey residue flakes off the soul, forming monochrome clothing. Their face is shrouded by a shadow, the only visible part a single glowing eye.
"Eh? What? How... how did I get here?" The soul asks, voice quiet and wispy.
From their appearance alone it seems like they were burnt alive.
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul.
Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested
"God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Thread and the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed.
Pronouns: They/It
An odd puddle of ink (extended signature)
Dune sighs from his chair, frowning. “Urgh… smells like smoke now. Hey, new person.”
he/they
"Greetings"
When da yit gon flurgin