FLAIL SNAIL that's actually a DICEBAG wooo PLus Dungeon entrances of Dunedin part 2 and more wow

Print PDF So Jez of THIS DARK CASTLE OVER HERE  had a thinks which he thunk over to me, about making a flail snail dice bag, and he and one other person that I'm about to go to g+ and see who is was, were interested in what the hell is wrong with this sentence lets start again
Jez plus one other person expressed interest in a flail snail, and I have made a working prototype (which I will happy to sell as well) to give you's a look at what you in for,
The next one will have more machine stitching and be able to fit far more dice than this one.
So that is something you know right now

argaaa!

dice! EAT

this is the Flail snail with dice in it

this is the flail snail with dice in it also

this is how many dice I jammed in the flail snail, it is small and the next one will be bigger

 Also been working on some small pieces for the exhibition at goo fest which is on the 17th of feb.
This is an example of what they gonna be like:

Also digging up some of my older pieces and improving how I put them together, and this is one

I'm going to make a blog that will be devoted to the kludgewitchery so toiletworld will be akin to the hydra sprouting heads all over the hat stand.
Anyway? Here's some more secret Dunedin dungeon entrances

runes!

secret signs!

what could it meaaaan?

MUMMY variant and dungeons entrances of Dunedin part 1

Print PDF I made this mummy. Its from a culture I'm just gonna make up now that covers the body in pitch, sews funeral cloth around them and stores them in upright petrified wood sarcophagus all facing the same direction out in the cold cold tundra.
Mummys? Frequency causing a whole bunch of fake Egypt to be crudely shoe horned into a campaign, which is interesting because other monsters tend be a lot more permeable with what ever culture debris is heaped around them.

picture not related

The Mummy as  part of the old school undead family  is the only one with its burial style intrinsically  tied  (wrapped up?) with its schtick. You could broaden that and use the mummy for the what-are-made-by-elaborate-burial-rights undead niche, and give them some death rite specific powers, like a mummy that made by bog burial instead of giving that crazy mummy rot, instead makes you lungs start to fill up with mud when it touches you. Another  mummy is  created by encasing  the body in palm leaves and leaving it up on a branch platform to putrefy in the tropical heat, a spigot at the base collecting the sacred fluid. If pissed off and woken it of course jams its hands in your mouth and forces you to drink some of itself, allowing it to possess you, its foul putridity  drippling from your eyes and mouth. Another mummy is buried in a great clay stature which it animate, and you have to hack out it's body from the clay in order to cease its deny of death.
You might ask, well why don't I just make all these their own type of undead? And what's the point of trying to clump these monsters together under the one umbrella ? HUH? RIDDLE ME THAT BAT FUCKING PRINCESS

Well. I don't know, I don't actually care much for either my suggestion or your tone for that matter!
I'm just trying to pad up this freaking post here okay? I'll fucking cut you! Don't think I wouldn't! Cut you up real ugly like! ahem

photos?

lets do the time wrap agaaaaaain

Okay and also I have been collecting pictures of Dunedin's dungeon entrances!
PART 1

also I went to the museum and took photos with my phone and I share them and I will remember my freaking camera next and also when I go past that other door in the cliff and tunnel freaking beach

wooden weapons can be actually really fucking lethal looking but I'm still not letting you play a druid

I love this guy so much

yeah put some shark teeth on that shit gonna fuck up some mother fuckers

that is indeed a dried pufferfish helm , also that's where all this bad ass shit is from Tuvalu

that curved looking piece of head carving bizniz? Parrying shield apparently 

You find a magic helm. It looks like an awesome fish. It is awesome. It magic power is that you can dress all in black and people think it's a flying fucking fish and fail all their morale checks all over their pants

Go to your local Museum! Museums!!!

COUATL ( variant)

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hello. I'm your spirit animal.

I'm a Couatl. I am beautiful. I am to share my teachings with you. You are beautiful

Wisdom is a journey. A strange journey.

We will go places. Are you feeling..

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.strange. Do you feel strange? 

  

Its okay. You are beautiful. I will teach you.

Now.

I will began telling you the names of the people you must kill...

So speaking of Geas/quest spells, ergot!
I'm reading about fungus at the moment, and I thought I'd share some excitement from this learning.
Ergot is a type of fungus. It grows on wheat, and instead of the wheat producing it's normal grain, it produces a black fruiting body of the fungus. One of the chemicals produced by ergot is what was later synthesized and lead to the creation of lsd. There is fairly strong evidence that the europe witch burning craze and the classic salem one's was caused by people tripping the fuck out on ergot growing on their wheat. Unusually cold springs preceded the witch burnings, and were apparently great for the fungus to grow. The fact that adolescents were most reported to be affected by witchy curses as well a as cattle failing to produce milk (adolescents being most sensitive to toxic alkaloids)    and other domestic animals acting strange and occuasionally losing limbs to dry gangrene, are all symptoms of ergot poisoning.
People bewitched described sensations including feelings of ants running over the skin (formication), facial distortion, paralysis , hallucinations, convulsive  seizures and dementia, all these consistent with ergot poisoning.
Okay you all knew that right?
But what the cover sleeves of Big Black albums don't tell you is another kind of ergot poisoning, because ergot has a whole range of alkaloids, and one of those, ergotamine is a powerful vaso-constrictor to completely restrict blood flow to some parts of the body causing  gangrenous ergotism. Sometimes it merely cause loss of nails, sometimes hands , feet or whole limbs.
Which dry up, turn black and fall off with no pain or bleeding, but with a overwhelming stink.

Feelings of intense heat of precede the weeks before your whole fucking arm drops off, thus making medieval people refer to this horror as a "plague of fire" or "holy fire" and later "st anthonys fire"(also there's another st anthonys disease which is a bacterial infection that makes red, swollen and sore covered)
Depictions of followers of St Anthony are often depicted with burning or missing limbs.

Thought that was all horrible and thought I should share. The Irish had only one case of witch burning and no ergot poisoning reports because they all ate potatos instead of rye. This is possibly the only lucky break Ireland has had in its entire history and the whole potato eating thing didn't work out so good either.


.............. on a lighter note:

Oh how I how I laughed at this. Laughed and laughed and laughed and got my camera and took a picture and laughed and put it on the freaking internet.
In conclusion;
It's my birthday and I'm a lonely old woman


UPDATE

Found this picture. Quick question, Mr Anthony,  your position on limb loss is unclear, can you explain if you are for people losing their limbs or against people losing their limbs?

Matt Kish your REMORHAZ is ready...

Print PDF This guy! It got a little cookie monster in the mix. I don't know how. Wizards? Wizards!
Fucking Wizards!
okay so I got detoured making the Dragonennenenenee dragon - lion into art trade land.
 Matt Kish! Your remorhaz is ready for adoption!

so whadda think Matt kish?

BASILISK and Neverwere

Print PDF I made another Basilisk to sell at this up coming exhibition at glue gallery in Dunedin. Anyone in Dunedin? Didn't think so.
I made him DAMN CUTE as well, SUCH IS MY POWER
(cue the drum machineeee)

Chips on my shoulder !
More as I grow older !
Feel I owe a debt
For the things I don't get
I only miss out
Well I was there before!
I sit in a corner
Sit on the floor!

Misery, complaints, self pity, injustice! Chips on my shoulder!

There's no time for fun time
It's sit and complain time!

I'll talk about famine
While cooking my dinner
Don't you feel guilty
Don't you feel pity (No)!!!!

While the cat gets fatter
And the starving get thinner!!!

I should have told you
I've chips on my shoulder
I'm making a stand
While I sit on my arse
Fish and chip supper
Whereas those in the gutter
Can't have a good time
Fun's just a farce!!!!

Thanks for that musical interlude, Basilisk. Thanks.

Now here's some notes for some monster type things I'm using in my campaign

Neverwere
It is thought by those given such to such mighty thoughts, that everything that may happen,  does actually happen, the rival possibilities existing  parallel to each other. These other outcomes are unseeable to us, as the past and future is from now . And furthermore these mighty thinkers speculate that all outcomes are not equal and around each unbroken chain of cause and effect is a ghostly fractal hydra of mights and could ofs. And from this spooky maybe goob abstraction comes the Neverwere.
The neverwere  crave  certainity and the glorious internal worlds of conciouness, even as existence here crushes them and burns them. The Neverwere come in a selection of phenomena, as follows;
    Rupture
A Rupture is formed from a sudden gush of notmatter, reality sealing behind them, leaving them to form a body out of everything within proximity. Dirt for meat, steel for bone, limbs and skulls as failing mandibility. A rupture is a infection in reality, and as such is in constant from very nature of reality.  Its time is generally limited, and it will spend it , killing everything conscious with a couple of miles. Consciousness hurts it to be around, the internal map of whats real joining the battle against it.
If it does not wink out within a week or so, it will then start to build a "nest" , a brain bleeding kludge maze  tower of everything the Rupture can drag off and knit together. After a nest is built, the Rupture curls in to sleep and dream. The dreams of Ruptures pull and fray the threads of reality and if not forced out by the immune system of the real, will create a increasing unstable patch of spacetime.

Anomaly
Anomaly form themselves out of one or two substances, like a dust devil, or a looming mud brute. Much more stable than Ruptures, they existence more or less at peace with there surrounding environment, excepting the times they take to kill anything that thinks, drawing certainty somehow by the extinguishing of minds. Much rarer anomaly form themselves from more vague substances, such as gravity or heat.

Meanwhiles and Couldofbeens
CouldofBeens are a chunk of neverstuff latched on to the shape made in probability by a conscious being. The appear as an double of one being, but a double from an alternate lifeline. If the original is still alive , the CouldofBeen is driven above all else to destroy and replace them, claiming its false history as the true. However it's essential instability will see it only to ruin, being unable to maintain the facade for long.
 They have the skills and mannerism of the copied and are capable of being coherent and focused , if they have the original to destroy and sublimate.
Once the original is gone, (either dead, or not in CouldofBeens life to a point where they might as well be dead)
the facade being to slip , it's ambitions,motivations and actions becoming increasingly distorting, turning into the most absurd caricatures of the original, until (sometimes after weeks, sometimes years) it  is stuck repeating one idiot piece of mummery, a warrior endlessly fighting his shadow with the same 3 sword strokes, a merchant counting up to 5 on his fingers over and over again, a writer scratching a single word into their skin.

However a Meanwhile can maintain this facade, and in fact the difference between an actually double, pulled impossibly from an alternate world and a Meanwhile, with it core seething with notmatter, is slight if at all. Some Meanwhiles will crack and decent into the madness that strikes CouldofBeens. If they remain ignorant of their nature, or exceptionally will power or philosophy, or just of a temperament that such crisis of identity are pointless abstractions, they might never be anything else than what they seem.

Atrocity
A atrocity is notmatter trying to be a collection of people, unable to grasp the idea of an individual and appearing as an appalling mangle of flesh, like plastic figures half melted and joined in a chemical fire. Moving like a inchworm or a rolling ball,  its faces carrying on in conversation snippets entirely uncontextal , its actions violent and pathetic, the human bodies that form its mass kissing and arguing , or haggling over a trade goods, or shouting  or sleeping or eating. It will rear up and crash down , a score of faces chewing and hands grasping, tearing. It know it is the weakest of lies and seeks only to destroy, making itself true by grim default.

Notes on these;
the names are mainly from a chance mention on Doctor Who about the weapons of the time lords. The possiblity stuff is heavily influnced by China Mieville's writing, and something specificly like the Rupture is described in Embassytown.
Anomaly are basically a stand in for elementals, except I can have them formed from whatever and not have to worry about any cosmic symmetry whahoohoo.

Kay , I'm making a Dragonee now or possible a gold dragon because I have this pretty pretty gold stretch vinyl bequeathed to me. And I have been looking at the Red dragon and feeling ever impressed with my self.

RED DRAGON

Print PDF This one is a tad generic but hey , you want some crazy dragon shit go here
otherwise

imma eat this buddgieee

Okay now I'm going to another basilisk for sinister retail purpose and then the dice dictate a ..
Dragonne! oh joy.