tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9588159025985562032024-03-16T02:09:34.447+01:00The Acorn AfloatJensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.comBlogger270125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-6937095997380499132024-01-24T19:27:00.001+01:002024-01-24T19:27:06.986+01:00Floating countryside<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCP6grFOnA7vsaQFA8k_Qb3y9SJ2UMOtwrmrSN0ckz87ZUxCh-V12jtoS9yz1kMYQp6JIXsnJjA8JjuExlmTeX8Fz1RbujL386B58-nMG97OS6DKPKKtUqD2KhNYyRpSHBi84UhB8JipQDF6GszDo7iCVth6mddKwRZNUt_nMDcAH3eO7KREP5G4DWfg/s4032/IMG_1491.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCP6grFOnA7vsaQFA8k_Qb3y9SJ2UMOtwrmrSN0ckz87ZUxCh-V12jtoS9yz1kMYQp6JIXsnJjA8JjuExlmTeX8Fz1RbujL386B58-nMG97OS6DKPKKtUqD2KhNYyRpSHBi84UhB8JipQDF6GszDo7iCVth6mddKwRZNUt_nMDcAH3eO7KREP5G4DWfg/w480-h640/IMG_1491.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-74839856794289787782024-01-22T11:04:00.002+01:002024-01-22T11:04:33.408+01:00Summon something from there<p>The spell "Summon something from there" lets the spellcaster summon up an entity by pointing with her index finger at something, while uttering the spell's name.</p><p>A thin ray, magenta in colour, shoots out from the finger, tracing a perfectly straight line from the finger to whatever it hits first, and what it hits, is what the summoned entity will be entirely based on. <br /></p><p>All the pointy-hat attendees at the Great Sorcerous World Faire of the year 148 thought this new spell was the most exciting thing ever, so much in fact that they named it and its inventor <i>Caster and Spell of the Year</i> (it had been a rather bland and dull year, to be honest). All the faire participants clapped their hands and smiled with their wine-soaked lips and teeth, and agreed that this truly was very exciting times to be alive, Gods bless us, everybody!<br /></p><p>However, <i>real </i>wizards and sorcerers, i.e. grumpy bastards living in towers as crooked as themselves, pointed out two crucial facts:</p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>The caster doesn't know <i>which</i> index finger will be used by the ray; thus was the Boot Imp born</li><li>The entity is merely <i>based</i> on the object the ray hits; e.g. the caster wanted a iron demon but got a fork variety instead<br /></li></ol><p>So, after some heated discussions, most <i>real </i>wizards started calling users of the spell for Can't-Be-Arsed-Wizards since they didn't seem to care about what they were actually summoning, and moved on with their lives (that is, locked the front door and continued being grumpy in solitude).<br /></p><p>That said, it still was a fairly popular spell for a couple of years, until it reached a turning point in the year 173 when the (up to that point) great wizard Salphourza the Askewed had promised her king that no army was needed to fight off the invading forces that were approaching the castle; the great wizard and her trusty finger would save the kingdom! She bravely walked out on her own to meet the invaders on the field outside the castle, and with a firm voice she cried out: "YOU'VE TRAVELLED FAR, BAZGHUR THE BALD, BUT HERE YOUR JOURNEY ENDS. TURN BACK, OR FACE THE UNBELIEVABLE COSMIC HORROR FROM THE FARTHEST AND COLDEST REACHES OF THE DARK AND DEAD STARS!"</p><p>She then pointed her index finger in an overly dramatic posture straight up into the sky, uttered the spell name as loud as she could, and watched the magenta ray shoot out from her finger in a straight line into the sky; further...and further...and further...and further... The ray seemed to never end.<br /></p><p>After a while Bazghur the Bald and his invading army grew tired of waiting, so they just rode past the wizard and took the city quite easily, leaving the poor wizard seemingly stuck in place, because that was the third crucial fact about the spell that <i>real </i>wizards had discovered; the caster can't move as long as the ray is out.</p><p><br /></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-62590511837557429952024-01-20T20:47:00.002+01:002024-01-20T20:47:48.803+01:00Small world<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZP4QjGb72IqCKkCeNr_WgLWXW7HjhoLnfkHJLmfX-uaHtfAqwXQudLuSEnI4ZIifehrtLQCL5-wzmAnGV7ys5AYUawD6ldD5cw90orWxoNK5NH0ZeXOzNXS2qVx-gFx96uGi3ym9583KLPWjeAApOoMhe8EzblLfhCS3lic7jzju_LcLKa9Bu34Mytc/s2760/IMG_1486.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2281" data-original-width="2760" height="528" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZP4QjGb72IqCKkCeNr_WgLWXW7HjhoLnfkHJLmfX-uaHtfAqwXQudLuSEnI4ZIifehrtLQCL5-wzmAnGV7ys5AYUawD6ldD5cw90orWxoNK5NH0ZeXOzNXS2qVx-gFx96uGi3ym9583KLPWjeAApOoMhe8EzblLfhCS3lic7jzju_LcLKa9Bu34Mytc/w640-h528/IMG_1486.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-76770838059219166662024-01-05T15:22:00.006+01:002024-01-05T15:22:35.402+01:00Chaindude and the happiest AI-CANISTER in the world<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNiHDJrCNw9XHiNWVfJwY7jLOtO6z0e9m3tz1yJCvbH20z5zytRiQrZmLYPhUsog4hpQeYLVEHpqAPcgg-tiKUMzfAf3D4DhDIhIiyot3aS3VElp0DTDZMeK-VH2ZUlkxmtjeXbDOrOah7AO_x6sAGVGGSBqxhKagM-wbL1xIY_z_Ei9Uwy4gXkveg0c4/s1320/chaindude.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1320" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNiHDJrCNw9XHiNWVfJwY7jLOtO6z0e9m3tz1yJCvbH20z5zytRiQrZmLYPhUsog4hpQeYLVEHpqAPcgg-tiKUMzfAf3D4DhDIhIiyot3aS3VElp0DTDZMeK-VH2ZUlkxmtjeXbDOrOah7AO_x6sAGVGGSBqxhKagM-wbL1xIY_z_Ei9Uwy4gXkveg0c4/w582-h640/chaindude.png" width="582" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>What is the CHAINDUDE listening to?</p><p>Why is the AI-CANISTER so happy?</p><p>Is it real or artificial happiness?<br /></p><p>What is it looking at?</p><p>What does it contain?</p><p>Are those tattoos or static interference on his arms?</p><p>Is he, in fact, being electrocuted at this very moment?<br /></p><p>Is it a chain or a cord?</p><p>Is he, in fact, actually a bass player looking for an amplifier?</p><p>Is he sweaty or just badly shaded?</p><p>Stay tuned* to find out!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>(* I won't repeat the footnote joke, you'll just have to go look for it yourself)<br /></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-89576545859783260232024-01-04T19:32:00.000+01:002024-01-04T19:32:07.738+01:00This bird's up to no good<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOoZ_cAcjGmknxUp3C35CrPuD3hSNSkzxjfMAYhK-XoXMpk3rDC4s-U_-yV7ziYehgrKKhmyk4enNA0vFQT9DcAFjvjTQXAX31ubyXF2oV3AVftBQgUVwDEgxCw3cl6qYZJauKTdT7FQmBR1wZO_D0J17fl_7_SXIOzu1DpMsLwDKbKdYPGj6FBVKrJh8/s1568/birdwizard.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1568" height="490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOoZ_cAcjGmknxUp3C35CrPuD3hSNSkzxjfMAYhK-XoXMpk3rDC4s-U_-yV7ziYehgrKKhmyk4enNA0vFQT9DcAFjvjTQXAX31ubyXF2oV3AVftBQgUVwDEgxCw3cl6qYZJauKTdT7FQmBR1wZO_D0J17fl_7_SXIOzu1DpMsLwDKbKdYPGj6FBVKrJh8/w640-h490/birdwizard.png" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p> </p><p>Or is it just making breakfast?</p><p>Or maybe it is totally unaware of the egg behind it?</p><p>Is it even an egg?</p><p>Are those bird legs or pants?</p><p>Is it even a bird?</p><p>And what are those magical swirls?</p><p>Are they even swirls?</p><p>Or are they twirls?</p><p>Stay* tuned!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>(* You don't actually have to stay tuned, because there's no continuation planned for this)<br /></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-36607436786931506392023-12-28T21:05:00.001+01:002023-12-28T21:05:39.229+01:00Thicket<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil7SB_awuRE2fhZJuQ5-MTBJxlh3bl3x2btTT1vIMBJKYoc0gNFQ4S9mjJxXukn9WKlTWZBSIhW_XNBWnj_NaUxXG4OFZwC7VmAAvxciLs1lwJ03H8z7fYJRHLsy5aR1DW41dpIEXdcXv0z4CwjnZR2tQL3jS5GBiBjbUC7Ti5WmTYWHJ3QUWAE2SzhQk/s4032/IMG_1429.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil7SB_awuRE2fhZJuQ5-MTBJxlh3bl3x2btTT1vIMBJKYoc0gNFQ4S9mjJxXukn9WKlTWZBSIhW_XNBWnj_NaUxXG4OFZwC7VmAAvxciLs1lwJ03H8z7fYJRHLsy5aR1DW41dpIEXdcXv0z4CwjnZR2tQL3jS5GBiBjbUC7Ti5WmTYWHJ3QUWAE2SzhQk/w480-h640/IMG_1429.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-73429504835577308202023-11-29T16:42:00.001+01:002023-11-29T16:42:18.377+01:00Knock! #4 Kickstarter is live, and I got some stuff in it<p></p><p>The <a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/896102915/knock-issue-four" target="_blank">Kickstarter for Knock! issue four</a> is now live, and I got some stuff in it! 212 pages of gaming articles, tables, and whatnots.<br /></p><p>I've only heard good stuff about the previous issues, so here's hoping I won't ruin anything!</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvjNxdt2tDXaggUrtRw7Z8s_JGIm-S_VWiLpZZ6pX43PihbyezPgNfJyGB24u4HcRBxThmre_2uwVeVwEYbXJNP-kuACIqMUhD9LoXY-DUul1SmALcDl6V8LT00fmgozFIY623LUku0vTOZn22cuPUS5uetfLi9l0MSliB5NPw2B-Z0KjIX1vVj1DIkso/s983/77d1ec853e6014b267116d6f008937c1_original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="722" data-original-width="983" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvjNxdt2tDXaggUrtRw7Z8s_JGIm-S_VWiLpZZ6pX43PihbyezPgNfJyGB24u4HcRBxThmre_2uwVeVwEYbXJNP-kuACIqMUhD9LoXY-DUul1SmALcDl6V8LT00fmgozFIY623LUku0vTOZn22cuPUS5uetfLi9l0MSliB5NPw2B-Z0KjIX1vVj1DIkso/w640-h470/77d1ec853e6014b267116d6f008937c1_original.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>If you pledge on the "Ecstatic Mushperson" level, you too will be able to stack your copies like above!</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-81818058439001854332023-11-07T15:42:00.000+01:002023-11-07T15:42:42.556+01:00Anagramming Monster Manual - Part E<p><b>Age gelatin</b></p><p>A type of slime that when touched, ages only that part 1d6 years per round exposed. This includes all types of materials, e.g. not only organic matters. A simple splash of water is all that takes to remove the slime.<br /></p><p>If ingested, the subject will age overall (i.e. every part of the body, as one normally does), but will also keep doing so at the same rate until they die of old age (unless they can cancel it out, or gain immortality and thus keep ageing but still be kept alive: the lich Richard of Bärfis is an example of that; he's a couple of thousand years old and can't really move, and looks more like a raisin that a man, but is happier than ever).</p><p>Age gelatin is extracted from the marrows of Time Swines, but can also be found in Time Limes for those preferring plant based magic.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>A reek seer</b></p><p>These one-eyed humanoids predicts the future for small amounts of washnuts as only payment.</p><p>There are two types of reek seers, but what they have in common is that they're always wrong in their predictions.</p><p>The first type is always extremely, off the charts wrong (their prediction "reeks"): ask them if it will rain tomorrow, and they will tell you that a great sea serpent will erupt from the ground and spew forth an ocean with sharks and starfish and then another ocean will hear about this new ocean and come over and it will be two oceans and more sharks and then a rain cloud will come over as well and maybe a shark cloud and it will rain sharks and...and...and...</p><p>The second type is also always wrong in their predictions, only in a more realistic way: ask them if it will rain tomorrow, and they will tell you they don't know, end of discussion, go home, good bye. They smell like Danish cheese.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Lee</b></p><p>A sorcerer that is dependent on the wind to guide their spells; e.g. when they cast a bolt of fire, it will only travel the way the wind blows.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Tee ref</b></p><p>A type of oracle that only talks in tautologies.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Anal eel timer</b></p><p>Whatever it is, you should probably have it checked out in time.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Helena rattle me</b><br /></p><p>A humanoid sloth, big as an elephant. It lacks eyes but uses a large bone rattle to navigate its surroundings; it takes two steps and then stops to rattle three times, fully focused on how the sound travels. It then follows the path that sounded the most promising in terms of food.<br /></p><p>It also utilizes the large bone rattle as a club when hunting.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Wee nettle alarm</b></p><p>This plant looks like a ordinary nettle, but will not cause pain if brushed against. Instead, the toxin lies dormant until the subject is close to danger (as sensed by the toxin from the subject's heartbeat, among other things), at which time it triggers a reaction that causes the subject to scream (though not in pain).</p><p>The toxin lies dormant up till one hour.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Petal hen</b></p><p>This monster looks like a ring of the most beautiful poultry you've ever seen; vivid colours, posh feathers, round and healthy. They're all facing outwards from the ring, wings raised high in the air, clucking melodically; as it draws closer and closer, it's hard not to be mesmerized by the slow spinning dance.</p><p>And then, when they are right next to you, the false poultry lower their wings at the same time, exposing a round, gaping void of teeth and eyes, hoping to trip you over and swallow you whole.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Facet quail</b></p><p>These little birds suffers from low poly count, or dare I say, low Polly count.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Word</b></p><p>These pale, paper-thin monsters are actually non-hostile at first. They float through the air, curious, until they suddenly pick out one subject at random, after which they will follow it curiously. As this subject speaks, the entity transcribe these words onto themselves, until they're entirely filled with words.</p><p>At this point, they turn extremely hostile, moving words around to form new meanings, as if they want to misinterpret. Soon, the words will fly off their body as projectiles, targeting only the subject; the longer the sentence, the more damage it does.</p><p>When all words have left the monster, it goes back to its non-hostile routine, floating about, looking for a new subject.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Rage fly</b></p><p>These small insects are really upset. They will hover next to your ear and tell you how much they bloody hate you, this place, and all other beings, and that their food taste like shite, and so on.</p><p>Most people and animals never notice these flies. The only other being that can understand these flies are beetles, but they pretend not to.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Hell ffa</b></p><p>Small, round beans. Nutritious and edible if cooked, but hell will break loose in your stomach since a tiny replica of one layer of the abyss - or a mere slice of one - will materialize inside your guts for the next eight hours.</p><p>Roll 1d666 to determine which one.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Fowl ode</b></p><p>A wind spirit, invisible to the eye. It attracts birds by flowing itself through hollow trees and other narrow spaces at high speeds, thereby producing sounds of various pitch and scale. When a flock of birds large enough to satisfy its hunger is following its trail, it quickly wraps itself around the flock, and materialize as a lightning cloud for a split second, under which it discharge one powerful intracloud lightning.</p><p>It will then materialize as a thick shrubbery, which will fall (along with the dead birds inside) to the ground, where the fowl ode will slowly digest the birds over a course of one week, after which it will return to its wind shape.</p><p> </p><p><b>Ten it<br /></b></p><p>These goblinoid creatures are very much like any other goblin, with one very strange exception: with their final breath, they always point at something at random and utter something gibberish, which will multiply whatever they pointed at ten times.<br /></p><p>Since this also includes living beings, one theory is that this is how Ten it-goblins reproduce.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>A fey gone lit<br /></b></p><p>Small, winged beings. Their fly patterns are highly irregular and mellow. They smell like the worst part of a bonfire, and they will talk your ears off - literally - which they will collect and turn into small beds.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Yo he feet peed</b></p><p>This monster is actually more afraid of you than the other way around.</p><p><br /></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-47790254942492761292023-09-03T14:20:00.002+02:002023-09-03T14:20:59.399+02:00You will be flushed out into space<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv9z2bJKcaZys8G0pwALbjIHjA1aTId97eY0FWoS86fAWT-3cCUrIW4mUA7p25xYLrCP-W_IdCkzKD-tT-P_FeZchGyvb185jGSNJv_OcT8MfU_nwRB8mSxzOstsq9rdSd8BVJFnw8DJH-jr-G3rabSScYYH9YglJMl61I8YZOLvlRhXTgfbeGoRwulJc/s3024/sundaymap230903.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2780" data-original-width="3024" height="588" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv9z2bJKcaZys8G0pwALbjIHjA1aTId97eY0FWoS86fAWT-3cCUrIW4mUA7p25xYLrCP-W_IdCkzKD-tT-P_FeZchGyvb185jGSNJv_OcT8MfU_nwRB8mSxzOstsq9rdSd8BVJFnw8DJH-jr-G3rabSScYYH9YglJMl61I8YZOLvlRhXTgfbeGoRwulJc/w640-h588/sundaymap230903.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-16464906469510411892023-08-14T15:48:00.000+02:002023-08-14T15:48:04.794+02:00Clueless<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiykjwnSmRyhkPsMuyV08dIApkyu8AfkqsRRcTEXjwCj00GdhdVSzTaEGSpa3fUXH3KZ5N0cuPts-MG93_LCmSKJp54uCPRiz2AuK0zOdWx9ugeOlcfyjBZHniCYAn3GNJLmG2u_v9IrX89Qe2JwvDetpH-pYJZHWNlrBjvEo0vZpkTB8XQ5EY7GvS31ds/s894/clueless.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="894" height="596" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiykjwnSmRyhkPsMuyV08dIApkyu8AfkqsRRcTEXjwCj00GdhdVSzTaEGSpa3fUXH3KZ5N0cuPts-MG93_LCmSKJp54uCPRiz2AuK0zOdWx9ugeOlcfyjBZHniCYAn3GNJLmG2u_v9IrX89Qe2JwvDetpH-pYJZHWNlrBjvEo0vZpkTB8XQ5EY7GvS31ds/w640-h596/clueless.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-87469513414108361692023-08-08T14:06:00.004+02:002023-08-08T14:18:05.865+02:00My Secret Santicore 2014 entry: People at the bazaar!<p>For reasons unknown, I stumbled upon my old <a href="https://archive.org/details/secret-santicore-2014-adventures" target="_blank">Secret Santicore 2014</a> entry - and actually, quite liked it!</p><p>And since I quite liked it, and couldn't find it here, I thought I should archive it here as well, since although the tomes of the Santicore contains multitudes of infinite wisdom, they are just exactly that; TOMES.</p><p>(And I find the font hard to read.)<br /></p><p>The request was as follows:</p><p></p><blockquote><p><i>Most cruel of givers, I a humble petitioner ask for a means of filling my seedy marketplace with scoundrels, villains, shifty peddlers, beggars, vagabonds, and their ilk. But not just who they are but why they are at the irreputable bazaar. The place is busy and though a person may only meet 20 people in the course of their visit, 100 people would not be unreasonable.</i></p><p><i>Thanks!</i></p><p><i>J.F.</i></p></blockquote><p></p><p><br /></p><p>(I never did find out who that was.)<br /></p><p>So I naturally made a d100 table of people; roll once and read across, or roll once per column.</p><p>Of course, Blogger wasn't made for displaying tables, so I tried my best to fit it below without screwing up the AMAZING page layout (it's all just text so you should be able to just copy-paste it), you may need to scroll horizontal. But there's also a pure <a href="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/15uQNVmNpYuxz5v9eoHyJ6IT1KvGZCVIjLpWg19G7l_k/edit?usp=sharing" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">sheet version on Google Drive</a> if the one below gives you trouble.</p><p>OR...just use the button below the table. It is INTERACTIVE and will DIGITALLY produce a random person for you! The mind boggles!<br /></p><p><br /></p>
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<tbody><tr><td style="width: 4ex;"><b>#</b></td><td style="min-width: 12ex;"><b>First name</b></td><td style="min-width: 9ex;"><b>Last name (1st part)</b></td><td style="min-width: 9ex;"><b>Last name (2nd part)</b></td><td style="min-width: 20ex;"><b>Business at the bazaar</b></td><td><b>Secret</b></td></tr>
<tr><td>1</td><td>Abgad</td><td>Knife</td><td>heart</td><td>Sells meat of unknown origin; 1 in 6 contains beneficial parasites</td><td>Been tracking the party for days</td></tr>
<tr><td>2</td><td>Ahq</td><td>Mold</td><td>ears</td><td>Sells painted pot shards as relics</td><td>Stolen identity</td></tr>
<tr><td>3</td><td>Almond</td><td>Old</td><td>daughter</td><td>Looking for ... (roll up another person)</td><td>His/her teeth are living beings; last of their kind</td></tr>
<tr><td>4</td><td>Aziri</td><td>Pocket</td><td>farer</td><td>Looking for a blood magician named ... (roll up another one)</td><td>Wanted for murder</td></tr>
<tr><td>5</td><td>Badsey</td><td>Twixt</td><td>ruse</td><td>Prizefighter; last match was against ... (roll another)</td><td>Mind reader; mute</td></tr>
<tr><td>6</td><td>Barker</td><td>Broth</td><td>brat</td><td>Wears a porcelain mask</td><td>Actually two people, one standing on the other</td></tr>
<tr><td>7</td><td>Billobi</td><td>Warring</td><td>moor</td><td>Crawls on a all four, searching for that "special" coin</td><td>Breed imps at home in his/her cellar</td></tr>
<tr><td>8</td><td>Bog</td><td>Tot</td><td>tripler</td><td>Carries a big animal cage, says s/he lost "them"</td><td>Spoils food just by touching it</td></tr>
<tr><td>9</td><td>Cag</td><td>Skar</td><td>bringer</td><td>Pickpocketing (bad at it)</td><td>Body smell is slightly toxic</td></tr>
<tr><td>10</td><td>Coo</td><td>Booth</td><td>bub</td><td>Pickpocketing (good at it)</td><td>Undead without knowing it</td></tr>
<tr><td>11</td><td>Cut</td><td>Toe</td><td>eye</td><td>Exotic fruit merchant</td><td>Can't lie (under a spell)</td></tr>
<tr><td>12</td><td>Dodger</td><td>Ash</td><td>hater</td><td>Palm reader (quack)</td><td>Can't tell the truth (under a spell)</td></tr>
<tr><td>13</td><td>Dong</td><td>Teeth</td><td>tosser</td><td>Bodyguard for ... (roll up another person)</td><td>Steals memories</td></tr>
<tr><td>14</td><td>Drutt</td><td>Prat</td><td>thrasher</td><td>Broke merchant just closing up his shop</td><td>Shrinks to pixie size during night time</td></tr>
<tr><td>15</td><td>Edma</td><td>Star</td><td>whisperer</td><td>Selling home-made maps to a newly discovered continent</td><td>Bored noble, playing "common"</td></tr>
<tr><td>16</td><td>Estra</td><td>Fear</td><td>trawler</td><td>Doomsayer (can't shut up)</td><td>Dies every full moon; reincarnated at the next</td></tr>
<tr><td>17</td><td>Eugen</td><td>Moth</td><td>mangler</td><td>Mimer (unappreciated); specializes in "death-faces"</td><td>Clothes are a parasite</td></tr>
<tr><td>18</td><td>Exo</td><td>Baby</td><td>burier</td><td>Hatter; everything's made of food</td><td>Keeps a log book at home with details about every person s/he's ever met</td></tr>
<tr><td>19</td><td>Farthington</td><td>Gob</td><td>collector</td><td>Loafer; can whistle the spell Strong Whistling</td><td>Just robbed a friend of the party</td></tr>
<tr><td>20</td><td>Father</td><td>Filth</td><td>taster</td><td>Local guard (corrupt), works in pairs (roll up another person)</td><td>Working in collusion with another merchant; steals goods to sell</td></tr>
<tr><td>21</td><td>Forlorn</td><td>Salt</td><td>mine</td><td>Fishwife</td><td>Working with the law enforcers</td></tr>
<tr><td>22</td><td>Fhf</td><td>Log</td><td>and mud</td><td>Sells love potions (1 in 6 are magically, but actual emotion is random)</td><td>Paints charms all around town; may attract pixies</td></tr>
<tr><td>23</td><td>Garga</td><td>Fart</td><td>fob</td><td>Has miniature golems (clay) for sale</td><td>Sound of voice is delayed due to excessive time travelling</td></tr>
<tr><td>24</td><td>Gloth</td><td>Piss</td><td>master</td><td>Known drunk, ignored by most</td><td>Dust collector; tries to invent a new type of golem</td></tr>
<tr><td>25</td><td>Gy</td><td>Knob</td><td>hole</td><td>Merchant of extremely tiny weapons (finger sized)</td><td>Can turn small amounts of sand into glass at will, but will lose life doing so</td></tr>
<tr><td>26</td><td>Hasten</td><td>Rot</td><td>well</td><td>Merchant of ridiculously large weapons</td><td>Wakes up every day with one prepared spell, but have no idea what it will do</td></tr>
<tr><td>27</td><td>Hog</td><td>Much</td><td>less</td><td>Trying to buy meat but cannot speak the language</td><td>Has an unhealthy affection for cats</td></tr>
<tr><td>28</td><td>Hoop</td><td>Oath</td><td>bend</td><td>Drawing symbols on the ground (manic)</td><td>Stalks ... (roll up another person)</td></tr>
<tr><td>29</td><td>Idle</td><td>Tick</td><td>blood</td><td>Sings for money (knows one song)</td><td>Has a cast iron foot (cursed by a witch ten years ago)</td></tr>
<tr><td>30</td><td>Ihmren</td><td>Palm</td><td>bleed</td><td>Looking for trouble (already got a black eye)</td><td>Actually a forgotten minor deity (forgot it him/herself)</td></tr>
<tr><td>31</td><td>Iinez</td><td>Sand</td><td>peeler</td><td>Looking for a translator; has cryptic, unreadable note found in a pot</td><td>Both hands turn into solid iron when angry; almost drowned once</td></tr>
<tr><td>32</td><td>Iridia</td><td>Marrow</td><td>son</td><td>Sells outlawed wine (or so s/he says)</td><td>Possessed by a demon; original soul lost</td></tr>
<tr><td>33</td><td>Jahaja</td><td>Hill</td><td>barrow</td><td>Lost, naked, speaks gibberish</td><td>Will start stalking party if approached</td></tr>
<tr><td>34</td><td>Jarmin</td><td>Rough</td><td>flinger</td><td>Member of Priesthood of Animals; chants by imitating animals</td><td>Levitates 1 cm above ground at all times; will die if feet touches</td></tr>
<tr><td>35</td><td>Jil</td><td>Minx</td><td>flesh</td><td>Hungover poet at it again; arms tattooed with poetry</td><td>Half-tree, half-human. Hunted. Keeps to him/herself</td></tr>
<tr><td>36</td><td>Jug</td><td>Copper</td><td>wound</td><td>Just a nobody. No teeth</td><td>Collector of shrunken human heads, still kept alive through magic</td></tr>
<tr><td>37</td><td>Kar</td><td>Dirt</td><td>widgeon</td><td>Street food; everything from the sea</td><td>All items owned/sold are cursed; something about his/her hands</td></tr>
<tr><td>38</td><td>Kendrick</td><td>Wight</td><td>craft</td><td>Street food; dogs, cats</td><td>Werehuman; turns into a different type of person at full moon</td></tr>
<tr><td>39</td><td>Koki</td><td>Troll</td><td>lord</td><td>Street food; large beetles that must be eaten alive</td><td>Fence (low-risk stuff); 1 in 4 are broken</td></tr>
<tr><td>40</td><td>Kovet</td><td>Zest</td><td>pound</td><td>Potter (not a very good one). 1 in 20 pot contains a strange note from ... (roll another)</td><td>Fence (high-risk stuff); 1 in 12 are magical; 1 in 6 are cursed</td></tr>
<tr><td>41</td><td>Lady</td><td>Kill</td><td>head</td><td>Fletcher; arrows are bent and looks more like twigs, but works anyway</td><td>Knows the way to the hidden bazaar underground</td></tr>
<tr><td>42</td><td>Laza</td><td>Bumble</td><td>fumbler</td><td>Fletcher; living arrows</td><td>His/her shadow is actually another living entity</td></tr>
<tr><td>43</td><td>Lump</td><td>Lung</td><td>bell</td><td>Sells expensive pictorial carpets; 1 in 12 is an actual dungeon map</td><td>Runs one of the many local gangs together with ... (roll up 3 more people)</td></tr>
<tr><td>44</td><td>Ly</td><td>Nose</td><td>odor</td><td>Back-of-the-hand reader; can see person's complete history</td><td>Has already stolen something minor from the party</td></tr>
<tr><td>45</td><td>Mama</td><td>Under</td><td>sung</td><td>Thimblerigger</td><td>Self-fulfilling vampire hunter; needs no real proof of person actually being a vampire</td></tr>
<tr><td>46</td><td>Maggot</td><td>Cod</td><td>wing</td><td>Portrait artist; after completing the painting, will tear it apart and shout "RUBBISH!"</td><td>Has a demon maggot infestation bubbling in his/her stomach</td></tr>
<tr><td>47</td><td>Muck</td><td>Nine</td><td>pot</td><td>Just another nobody that happens to look like your mirror image</td><td>A horn is growing from the top of his/her head (hidden under a leather cap)</td></tr>
<tr><td>48</td><td>Mildew</td><td>Fiddle</td><td>heel</td><td>Specializes in spices, lacks eyebrows</td><td>Forced to lure away children to a troll bridge just outside of town</td></tr>
<tr><td>49</td><td>Nour</td><td>Sick</td><td>pus</td><td>Crazy; acts like a stray dog; good at finding people</td><td>Gets town gossip from gargoyles</td></tr>
<tr><td>50</td><td>Nadia</td><td>Gib</td><td>fin</td><td>Boatsman; looking for a crew to sail to a newly discovered continent</td><td>Drips poison in food around the market</td></tr>
<tr><td>51</td><td>Nydd</td><td>Poor</td><td>ish</td><td>Boatsman; looking to replace his former crew that...uhm...isn't...eh..."here" anymore</td><td>The head is the only solid form on this body; rest is gas (hidden under clothes)</td></tr>
<tr><td>52</td><td>Nell</td><td>Little</td><td>letter</td><td>Gravedigger, emaciated; looking for a new shovel</td><td>Has a mechanical heart</td></tr>
<tr><td>53</td><td>Ort</td><td>Neck</td><td>rug</td><td>User of flying ointment; cats follow him/her at a distant</td><td>Can command small amounts of gravel for a short period of time</td></tr>
<tr><td>54</td><td>Ondo</td><td>Small</td><td>fry</td><td>Recruiter for Cult of the Free Flesh; looking for volunteers to sacrifice themselves</td><td>Has a treasure map tattooed on his/her body</td></tr>
<tr><td>55</td><td>Oze</td><td>Fish</td><td>drought</td><td>Hitman; offers people to hit him/her for money; </td><td>Left eyeball isn't his/hers; belongs to a witch that spies on the town</td></tr>
<tr><td>56</td><td>Pebble</td><td>Beetle</td><td>pore</td><td>Eats onions; talks about the old days and the old bazaar</td><td>Ages ten times faster than a normal human</td></tr>
<tr><td>57</td><td>Poriya</td><td>Nail</td><td>dweller</td><td>Washes hair in mud; says s/he's worth it</td><td>Pigs recognizes him/her as their true savior</td></tr>
<tr><td>58</td><td>Poppy</td><td>Sore</td><td>picker</td><td>Sells mules; looks like one, smells like one, talks like one</td><td>Astronomer; just made contact with a distant star through quartz crystals</td></tr>
<tr><td>59</td><td>Pix</td><td>Bone</td><td>caller</td><td>Tosses cabbages from a rooftop, shouting "INFIDELS!"</td><td>Heartbroken; planning the great revenge that will "show them all"</td></tr>
<tr><td>60</td><td>Qala</td><td>Rum</td><td>hoof</td><td>Town crier; mostly made-up news</td><td>Eyes and ears are detachable; used to work as a spy</td></tr>
<tr><td>61</td><td>Quinton</td><td>Gel</td><td>rib</td><td>Wears Boots of the Toddler; makes you walk like a drunk</td><td>Avatar of an avatar of an avatar of an extremely local deity (as in this street)</td></tr>
<tr><td>62</td><td>Qoo</td><td>Wet</td><td>wit</td><td>Snake charmer; plays a flute; has several bite marks in his/her face</td><td>Has the reanimated body of ... (roll another one) in his/her cellar</td></tr>
<tr><td>63</td><td>Qit</td><td>Foot</td><td>loose</td><td>Chased by ... (roll another one), claims s/he stole his/her hat</td><td>Back is covered in eyes; all but one focuses on the same thing</td></tr>
<tr><td>64</td><td>Rust</td><td>Wither</td><td>skin</td><td>Sells blessings; writes them up on the spot (two-liners that rhymes; 1 in 20 works)</td><td>Coughs copper coins</td></tr>
<tr><td>65</td><td>Razi</td><td>Maul</td><td>pine</td><td>The Herald of Unwanted Things; clothes made of trash (quite mad)</td><td>Traps people in a small handheld mirror during the full moon</td></tr>
<tr><td>66</td><td>Roulia</td><td>Herring</td><td>herder</td><td>Alchemist; can break down smaller things into salts and strange components</td><td>Worshipper of Asudem, a cult that tries to turn statues into people</td></tr>
<tr><td>67</td><td>Ruf</td><td>Iron</td><td>belly</td><td>Scryer; sells glimpses of peoples homes (1 in 12 are real)</td><td>Shadow catcher; grinds them to dust; powder can be used for reanimations</td></tr>
<tr><td>68</td><td>Sofi</td><td>Mould</td><td>pie</td><td>Scryer; sells glimpses of peoples secrets (1 in 12 are true)</td><td>Mind and body are separated each midnight for two hours as distinct entities</td></tr>
<tr><td>69</td><td>Shahab</td><td>Gar</td><td>pipe</td><td>Writer; selling his/her latest book "The Bazaar Below Us; A Child's Tale"</td><td>Runs the "Small Monster Zoo" at the hidden bazaar underground</td></tr>
<tr><td>70</td><td>Sir</td><td>Ferry</td><td>pin</td><td>Sells puff pastry that looks like snails, worms, maggots, etc.; filled</td><td>Gills; need to find water to breathe in every ten minutes</td></tr>
<tr><td>71</td><td>Scar</td><td>Sow</td><td>fey</td><td>Part of a travelling theater group (roll three more people)</td><td>Teleports five feet in random direction every time s/he farts</td></tr>
<tr><td>72</td><td>Tally</td><td>Ale</td><td>rood</td><td>Sells used capes; 1 in 12 smells of garlic</td><td>Both will perish if eye contact is made with ... (roll another one)</td></tr>
<tr><td>73</td><td>Turtle</td><td>Hem</td><td>field</td><td>Skinner; specializes in pallas's cats</td><td>Roll four more people; these five can mend into a giant once/day; this person is the only one who knows it</td></tr>
<tr><td>74</td><td>Tab</td><td>Lock</td><td>scythe</td><td>Butcher of few words; nobody seems to know what happened to the last one</td><td>King/queen on the run from tireless assassins</td></tr>
<tr><td>75</td><td>Tamaran</td><td>Thrum</td><td>mower</td><td>Will do anything for cinnamon</td><td>Can stretch arms up to three meters</td></tr>
<tr><td>76</td><td>Uma</td><td>Tall</td><td>mole</td><td>Sells intelligent crows as companions (1 in 6 isn't intelligent; 1 in 4 isn't loyal)</td><td>Produces threads of silk from his/her own body; 1 in 6 risk turns into a cocoon instead</td></tr>
<tr><td>77</td><td>Uff</td><td>Sweat</td><td>brim</td><td>Monster hunter looking for ingredients for his/her next trap</td><td>Former head of the local thieves guild; wanted by most; planning to leave town</td></tr>
<tr><td>78</td><td>Uhnfeyn</td><td>Owl</td><td>haw</td><td>Poet; shouting his/her newest piece "WHY I LOATHE ..." (roll another person)</td><td>Turns into an indestructible statue when threatened</td></tr>
<tr><td>79</td><td>Ubo</td><td>Cold</td><td>grace</td><td>Farmer, selling crops; avoids eye contact</td><td>Escaped prisoner; circle tattoo on neck s/he tries to conceal</td></tr>
<tr><td>80</td><td>Viz</td><td>Fungi</td><td>stead</td><td>Debt collector; currently looking for ... (roll three more people); will pay for aid</td><td>Has a small vial of liquid annihilation; saving it for the revolution</td></tr>
<tr><td>81</td><td>Vala</td><td>Badger</td><td>toil</td><td>Beggar; claims s/he recognizes the party; looks a bit too clean</td><td>Ventriloquist; uses it to trick people into believing they are haunted</td></tr>
<tr><td>82</td><td>Vex</td><td>Shrub</td><td>rot</td><td>Sells umbrellas made of animal skin (some works as shields)</td><td>Works together with ...; leads people away into alleys and mugs them</td></tr>
<tr><td>83</td><td>Valdibart</td><td>Rosy</td><td>ridge</td><td>Beggar; will work for food (unreliable)</td><td>Pirate captain; rest of crew are hiding in the underground bazaar</td></tr>
<tr><td>84</td><td>Wenn</td><td>At</td><td>noon</td><td>Face painter; 1 in 12 chance paint will protect as a helmet for the rest of the day</td><td>Last guardian of tiny, tiny forest world; keeps it in his/her hat</td></tr>
<tr><td>85</td><td>Winthrop</td><td>Stock</td><td>croft</td><td>Sells chickens large enough to ride on</td><td>Trying to find ... (roll another), a demon s/he summoned up and released</td></tr>
<tr><td>86</td><td>Wafa</td><td>Wall</td><td>love</td><td>Hireling; looking for work; chewing a bone</td><td>Footman of the rebellion. Waiting for a signal from ... (roll another)</td></tr>
<tr><td>87</td><td>Wheeler</td><td>Inn</td><td>house</td><td>Failed wizard selling mischievous spells (Legtripping, Hairdoundoer, Dog breath, etc.)</td><td>Cries blood, bleeds water; half-aquanoid</td></tr>
<tr><td>88</td><td>Xö</td><td>Waste</td><td>stone</td><td>Claims to be able to train anything into a war animal; sells small dogs</td><td>Has richness at the underground bazaar but forgot the way</td></tr>
<tr><td>89</td><td>Xinjiang</td><td>No</td><td>brick</td><td>Jester in exile; melancholic; torn clothes</td><td>Smuggles strange things from the underground bazaar to the surface</td></tr>
<tr><td>90</td><td>Xipe</td><td>Grey</td><td>sour</td><td>Sells clay pots that explodes on command; no eyebrows</td><td>Consumes food by absorbing its energy; two antennas folded into his/her ears</td></tr>
<tr><td>91</td><td>Xosa</td><td>Seep</td><td>cellar</td><td>Barrelmaker; shabby, bearded</td><td>Bounty hunter; looking for ... (roll another)</td></tr>
<tr><td>92</td><td>Yari</td><td>Wood</td><td>bug</td><td>Forges crude weapons from scraps (bones, hide, broken pots)</td><td>Ex-assassin; toes are actually concealed daggers that come off</td></tr>
<tr><td>93</td><td>York</td><td>Street</td><td>pugh</td><td>Sell trinkets made of fish bones/scales</td><td>Petty thief; can squeeze body into tight spaces; almost gelatinous</td></tr>
<tr><td>94</td><td>Ymn</td><td>Twine</td><td>cot</td><td>Musician; plays an instrument that seems to be almost playing itself</td><td>Ruler of his/her own plane, that's completely empty; small trinket around neck is the key</td></tr>
<tr><td>95</td><td>Yamanqa</td><td>Sty</td><td>arch</td><td>Used to work as a food taster for a far away queen</td><td>Shaman from a tiny, tiny forest world; grew out of his/her world; searching for it</td></tr>
<tr><td>96</td><td>Zan</td><td>Wee</td><td>bald</td><td>Shifts in and out of this plane at random; will pay greatly to have it stop</td><td>Bases all decisions on a roll of a die</td></tr>
<tr><td>97</td><td>Zopp</td><td>Free</td><td>ore</td><td>Claims to have been married to a bear once; lots of scar tissue; wears eye-patch; yells</td><td>Has the Devil's Dagger stuck in his/her chest; if removed, will summon 27 devils</td></tr>
<tr><td>98</td><td>Ålrick</td><td>Sea</td><td>scull</td><td>Cursed; appears as flat painting in our world</td><td>Disguised troll from the underground bazaar; a comb keeps the illusion intact</td></tr>
<tr><td>99</td><td>Älskade</td><td>Ripe</td><td>fig</td><td>Sells hallucinogenic mushrooms (1 in 30 are potent and will materialize the visions)</td><td>Has a hidden collection of ceramic cats at home; their waving paws dictates his/her life</td></tr>
<tr><td>100</td><td>Öl</td><td>Toot</td><td>hum</td><td>Sells leashes; once bought, they tether to an invisible animal</td><td>Pipe smoker; secretly smokes hair from other people to reveal their secrets (1 in 20 are true)</td></tr>
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Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-62912342792939810622023-07-17T15:48:00.000+02:002023-07-17T15:48:34.549+02:00Gastropod die drop table<p>Print out the following photorealistic illustration of multiple slugs and snails for your next game. When you need a slug or a snail, just drop a die and use whatever it fell on.</p><p>(For those eco-friendly, non-printing people out there, please find a compiled table after the image for your convenience.)</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPdtki1kLzWKXJVOqGIjWnzJK1QAmVQONs6BuaBIi6FIpIc5VKUgUsn9ijrqtx5_ssD9SsyxJjK4lf5_P9cNKKr7_36ZE35aiwuNS_imRaJXWuIuFCBSXQXNuwwy9_HAyvNjaVRK2tTAED2jSH2rPH7coT_SUiWyf1WLk0Uh8LF3f4aFR4k4gYBIT13w/s4032/gastropods.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2962" data-original-width="4032" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPdtki1kLzWKXJVOqGIjWnzJK1QAmVQONs6BuaBIi6FIpIc5VKUgUsn9ijrqtx5_ssD9SsyxJjK4lf5_P9cNKKr7_36ZE35aiwuNS_imRaJXWuIuFCBSXQXNuwwy9_HAyvNjaVRK2tTAED2jSH2rPH7coT_SUiWyf1WLk0Uh8LF3f4aFR4k4gYBIT13w/w640-h470/gastropods.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Random gastropod encounter table to be used instead of the die drop alternative above:<br /></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Slug</li><li>Snail</li></ol><p><br /></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-1752380637473719142023-07-03T06:00:00.001+02:002023-07-03T06:00:00.138+02:00Wait<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeIN-Ti6hWdjRF6y_pB7DmMPTcaoGc_54XHCtbUMv6fzPgggrLdnmgF6q4nkk_uGAtXO2eyEKnWuanifB3x2B11OaZ_4k_omqfs1Du4ujLJ60vV4q4-eJcnRhtvsOYYh8WuaJ02qp9rygx9dFlRr9iExAW5diJJel0SsVmFAgfl6pmBbI-W9arsfFrpQ/s3264/wait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeIN-Ti6hWdjRF6y_pB7DmMPTcaoGc_54XHCtbUMv6fzPgggrLdnmgF6q4nkk_uGAtXO2eyEKnWuanifB3x2B11OaZ_4k_omqfs1Du4ujLJ60vV4q4-eJcnRhtvsOYYh8WuaJ02qp9rygx9dFlRr9iExAW5diJJel0SsVmFAgfl6pmBbI-W9arsfFrpQ/w480-h640/wait.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-38325121992931955652023-07-01T21:56:00.000+02:002023-07-01T22:30:50.087+02:00King Dottie and his gnarly twig<p></p><p>King Dottie and his gnarly twig</p><p>They say that crown is really a wig</p><p>They say his kingdom is really weak</p><p>But to be fair he’s only done it for a week</p><p><br /></p><p>King Dottie and his dirty clothes</p><p>They say the dots are flies in loads</p><p>They say his eyes are really warts</p><p>And that he only command through his farts</p><p> </p><p>King Dottie and his seal clad castle</p><p>(building that fortress was really a hassle!)</p>Goblin King, Saviour, he’s all they got<p>Vanquisher, Invader - but always old Dot</p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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These translucent jellyfish may, if pulled over the head like a hood, mask one's true appearance by giving off a more intimidating appearance. Unfortunately for some, it only works for magic users, since the jellyfish feeds off the magical nature of its, ehm, wearer, although this hasn't stopped regular folks from pulling all sorts of things over their head, jellyfish or not.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Raucous stare</b></p><p>Any tree with flush cuts may develop this immobile monster; the cut turns into a parasitic eye, that catches passers-by and snare them with its mesmerising rings, luring them to slowly approach the parasite. When the prey is close enough, the rings in the eye starts spinning faster and faster, forming a portal that sucks in the victim, sending them to an unknown location in deepest space, where a yet to be discovered entity gobbles them up.</p><p>Sometimes, the portal even spits something out.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Carouse suit</b></p><p>The clothes (including armour) of a person who dies while carousing are cursed the next day; wearing any of these apparels causes nearby doors to be slammed shut (or opened violently), windows to be scratched and small objects such as fruit, cutlery or rats to levitate for a short period of time. The wearer may also suffer the occasional tripping. The reason for all this is that the heavy carousing attracted drunkard poltergeists, who sticks to the clothing during their hangover.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>In thy disc</b></p><p>This monster will only attack vertebrates, and only striking against their back, trying to reach the spinal cord. Upon touching it, the monster is immediately transferred back to its home world, since the spinal cord of any creature acts as a portal key for these kind of monsters; they only want to get back home. The problem is, when one is teleported back home, another one is sent back, taking its place.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>So old cupid</b></p><p>This creature, looking like a porcupine walking upright, shoots quills when it sneezes. The quills contains a strong toxin, that causes hallucinations of a more bizarre form: joy, and the eager feeling to seek out old loves.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Usual more ass</b></p><p>This creature used to be fuller.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>A grog sour us</b></p><p>Found in taverns, these not-actually-monsters will eavesdrop on adventurers and interrupt them with comments as loudly as possible.</p><p>If the adventurers are <i>about</i> to embark on a journey, the Grog Sour Us will lower morale by telling the "younglings" about how badly prepared they are ("WADDYA MEAN 'NO TEN-FOOT POLE'?!").</p><p>If the adventurers are celebrating coming back from an adventure, the Grog Sour Us will lower morale by telling them about all the "easily brought back" treasures they neglected and where to find them ("WADDYA MEAN YOU DIDN'T SCRAPE OFF THE GOLD FROM THE PAINTING?!").</p><p>(Although annoying, adventurers should listen carefully when the Grog Sour Us tells them about neglected treasures, since that information is always true.)</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Guano and I</b></p><p>This monster always hits you when you least expect it - from above.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Use our balsam</b></p><p>This stationary, treelike monster gives off a sweet scent, that mesmerizes passers-by and tricks them into coating their skin with a sap found on the bark. The sap is highly acidic and actually part of the monster's digestive system; after a few minutes, the prey is no more than a puddle of goo, which the monster happily slurps up using one of its branches.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Gaseous mural</b></p><p>Some murals come to life during new moons, especially those painted by lactose intolerant artists.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Uncoil moons</b></p><p>This evil spirit, known simply as a Braid in other parts of the world, needs at least three full moons on a cloudless sky to form. Each full moon, it takes the bright light of the full moon - e.g. the round shape itself - and uncoils it on the ground below, as one thick, long, glowing tube. If it can do this at least three times in a row, it will then braid the tubes together, which will be the evil spirits material form for the night.</p><p>The more strands ("tubes") in the final braid, the more powerful the spirit becomes.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Sumos auras</b></p><p>Also called stick-men, these extremely thin humanoid creatures lures their prey (humans) by mocking them in their tongue, in an attempt to pull them closer. When the prey is close enough, the creature will release its gaseous soul - a thick and heavy fog - in a violent eruption, that weighs down and suffocates their prey. The soul (fog) then returns to its stick-man like vessel, to devour their prey.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Calicoes puns</b></p><p>A fabric mimic, depicting crude paintings of people doing silly things. If a viewer laughs at the scene, the mimic shoots out a dart into the open mouth of the laugher, and pulls out a piece of the person's soul; one part serves as food for the mimic, and one part becomes part of the (potentially new) painting.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Pancreas to pet</b></p><p>This small parasite is often found in meat from magically created creatures. If ingested, it will try to get to the pancreas via the pancreatic duct, where it will remain for its lifetime. The parasite messes with the enzymes the pancreas produce; the host has now become a pet producer in a not so obvious and magical way: the host's stool grows new magical pets as soon as it, ehm, enters the world. It takes roughly a day or two for the "pet" to fully form, after which it will pursue and obey the person for as long as it lives.</p><p>(The term "pet" is misleading since there have been sightings of not only cats and dogs, but also goats and lions.)</p><p><br /></p><p><b>A pout laser us</b></p><p>For a long time, there was a rumour going around about the fish in a certain lake, that could hunt with their eyes, shooting rays at passers-by during the night. It turned out to be not only false, but rather the weird pastime of one sorcerer that only knew the spell Continual Light; he would cast this at the fishes' eyes, for practice.<br /></p><p>Unknown to most - and most of all, the poor sorcerer - is that while the fish can't shoot lasers with their eyes, they Continual Light treatment have somehow messed with the brains of the fish, resulting in new generations having greater and greater psionic abilities.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Sir Soul Pause</b></p><p>An extremely old knight that wanders the countryside. His soul was put on hold by a witch some two hundred years ago, meaning it stayed in place like a statue, while the body of the knight kept walking on. It took seventy five years to realise what the witch had done, and now he searches for her all over the world. He feels a bit empty inside.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Ant pored on<br /></b></p><p>These ants aren't actually ants, but rather the very letters from old tomes brought to life through magic mishaps. They like to live in old books, trying to talk to the letters on the pages.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Gaseous rust</b></p><p>The flatulence of rust monsters. Just as with normal flatulence, it is best to stay clear of it.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Array scouts us</b></p><p>The "array" is a network of robed, small wizards - more animal than human - that once per hour stops what they are doing, and start vibrating for a short while. All members of this network do this exactly at the same time, no matter where they are. The vibrations serve two purposes: the first is for communication, and the second is for pinpointing people; they are nosy creatures. Some have used this to their advantage to gather information about people's whereabouts, since the creatures seems to be able to communicate both ways.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Aorta sutures</b></p><p>This evil spirit tries to enter the very veins of its prey (through open wounds), to stitch it up from the inside.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Creator pits</b></p><p>The pits - large, round holes in the ground, about two metres deep - are monsters that trap bards first and foremost, using illusionary spells. They lure the bards close enough so that they trip and fall into the pit, where the monster force the captured bards to come up with new sorts of horrific ways to lure new prey into the pit (e.g. turning their ideas into illusionary spells to use as bait). When a bard is too weak to produce, the monster opens its large mouth - e.g. the bottom of the pit - and swallows them whole.<br /></p><p>Creator pits have been known to "leak" magic, e.g. some things the bards come up with, runs wild and materializes into a real thing.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Neuron rays surtax<br /></b></p><p>This tax collector is a real monster when it comes to poor psionics.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Catbirds asleep</b></p><p>A terrible hairy creature from beyond space and time, capable of both flight and stealthy attacks, and would have no problem taking over the world - if they didn't nap 24 hours a day. It is a mystery how they exist at all.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Jidinn</b></p><p>Fights with illuminated swords and speaks with a tight jaw.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>God</b></p><p>This humanoid is a real monster when it comes to constantly taking the credit for everything.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Pin hold</b></p><p>A spiderlike creature, the size of a cat, that hunts prey it find pretty; given the chance it will paralyse the prey, spin its web around it and then carry it back to its lair, where it will decorate the web using flowers. The pin hold-spider keeps several of these "pins" around its lair, but only for decoration since its main source of food is nectar.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>El Drop Nap Egg<br /></b></p><p>This flightless bird lay eggs that contains a mild toxin, that puts a normal adult to sleep for an hour or so.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Darn backlog</b></p><p>This horrible creature have a million different ideas on how to kill you - if it only could get its priorities straight.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Sand rag bros<br /></b></p><p>These two humanoid creatures look like they've just endured several years living in a never ending desert storm - which they did, only it was ten thousand years ago. They sell magical trinkets no one understands. Their faces are covered, but rumour has it there's really nothing to cover.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Bronzed groan</b></p><p>These fragile statuettes are the captured voices of a very old kind of reptile, that went extinct when the emperor Jättedummis decided to not only wipe them out, but also store their horrible death wailing inside hollow bronze statuettes. The last groan of these reptiles have matured over the centuries inside these bronze vessels, concentrating their voices, so that they will kill anyone who hears it.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Mooch carat grind</b></p><p>A cave-dwelling creature, blind and bored, that constantly scrapes the walls with its twelve, wide nails - wide as a dough cutter - hoping to find some metals to munch on. But it won't break a sweat finding any.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Can God prep, or...?</b></p><p>This monster feels rushed and not very thought through, like, you know, as if a wizard spent like two minutes on it but maybe should've started earlier that night, like, he had a full two weeks notice but nooooo "I can make it up on the fly" I mean Jeeesus.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Nagger drone</b></p><p>This monster, the size of a small bird, imprints on a specific human being the very moment it is born (without the need to see them), and will spend its life doing two things: first, follow that human around at all cost, and secondly, keep reminding them about all the things they haven't succeeded at, and never will, as loud as possible.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Panda girl mount<br /></b></p><p>What it says on the tin, but as soon as you get off she will try to make a snack out of you.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Darner dog</b></p><p>This fluffy, flying beast has an acidic drool but great cuddles.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Vinegar lords</b></p><p>These humanoid creatures uses their tears as a form of poison, to spread ill intentions. They usually cry into someone's drink, causing the drinker to become sour and questioning other's motives. All their fingers except their thumbs are small glass vials.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>I, nth dowager</b></p><p>A type of hermit crab spirit that seeks out wealthy widows, kills them and then moves into the body and use that as a vessel. When the body has decayed too much, they leave and start looking for another widow.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>No danger</b></p><p>This spirit falsely calms a person - or body part, depending on where it gets stuck - into thinking there's no danger (i.e. when monsters attack). Consult the following table to see how much control the possessed has, after the spirit has taken hold in a certain body part (the spirit has control from that part of the body and down, so to speak):<br /></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Head: person has lost all control. In immediate danger, the person will take no action, other than trying to calm his or her companions ("Hey, listen, the gnolls just want to talk, right?")</li><li>Arms: the person is herself and fully aware of the danger, but unable to get the rest of her body to function, since it believes there's no real danger</li><li>Legs: as 2, with arms working as well, but she won't be able to move freely since her legs believes there's no real danger<br /></li></ol><p><br /></p><p><b>Ground rattle</b></p><p>These small, centipede-like bugs burrows into loose soil (or sand, preferable). They burrow together, some hundred individuals, spread out like a 1x1x1 metre cube in the ground. When they feel something moving directly above, they start spinning and vibrating, shaking the ground, hoping to trap the victim in their cube, where they will make short work of its prey in a matter of minutes.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Yr dad</b></p><p>This doppelgänger always looks like someone's dad. "- Hey isn't that your dad? - Oh good God, hope he doesn't see... - HEY KIDS! DID MARISSA TELL YOU ABOUT HER RASH? DID YOU TELL THEM ABOUT YOUR RASH, MARISSA? SHE NAMED IT, DIDN'T YOU, MARISSA?"</p><p>This monster is completely harmless. It mostly just bonds with the dad it mimics, hangs out for a week or two, and then moves on.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Warfd</b></p><p>A type of large earthworm that burrows around smaller villages, around and around, until a ditch has formed. It will then move outwards, and again, and again, until the immediate area around the village is several metres lower. The large earthworm then dies, and the soil and stones and whatnot it devoured forms a new hill.</p><p><br /></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-69794214052531144172023-05-04T20:38:00.002+02:002023-05-04T20:38:24.459+02:00Random tables: just switch titles<p>If you have a bunch of random tables (you know, "Why is this item cursed", "Why are these goblins here", "I search the body" and so on), but you want more, or you want to spice them up, or make them interested again - just randomly switch around the titles of the tables and go with that.<br /></p><p><br /></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-8830202917389800102023-03-21T09:54:00.000+01:002023-03-21T09:54:21.502+01:00The World Birch<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRm9b-vZAAK2scIF0BkIMhPfqg_wnmBdDSz-mXJw6ovhUFTIL_9uA46Z_YgpOSxZZCOW6AQ41G5AOJdbUYmGtelPBdO3xZe2UFu0skyBKJPdYzBVCHxuNIAu61yQc9AT6tKFzuXuL_62-xtkasVA1AbzdHn8jAlHWY7m0lI0OcfZycf3henDCRgRwg/s1580/worldbirch.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="845" data-original-width="1580" height="342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRm9b-vZAAK2scIF0BkIMhPfqg_wnmBdDSz-mXJw6ovhUFTIL_9uA46Z_YgpOSxZZCOW6AQ41G5AOJdbUYmGtelPBdO3xZe2UFu0skyBKJPdYzBVCHxuNIAu61yQc9AT6tKFzuXuL_62-xtkasVA1AbzdHn8jAlHWY7m0lI0OcfZycf3henDCRgRwg/w640-h342/worldbirch.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-82078539742739491492023-03-21T09:10:00.001+01:002023-03-21T09:10:08.717+01:00Ruin, or The Delegation That Went, Not The Delegation That Returned<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBxVmIhm4Ko7UEMHWoUL8lFZvxs3MSw0uj2D0MsxqorT9l_5JBzE8yy_BCKTfKkCJyKnDm83OntsKf6YHqyzwxyNt1VI6rmU_nAygBY0s-0ulWbSr_iLNmsJ_CnxmCvdm8Hq8FV-J61IkRyztdAd7MSSrNPsckOhEQ9HNNlGWL-k0PV4NgJuq4KnnM/s880/ruin.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="880" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBxVmIhm4Ko7UEMHWoUL8lFZvxs3MSw0uj2D0MsxqorT9l_5JBzE8yy_BCKTfKkCJyKnDm83OntsKf6YHqyzwxyNt1VI6rmU_nAygBY0s-0ulWbSr_iLNmsJ_CnxmCvdm8Hq8FV-J61IkRyztdAd7MSSrNPsckOhEQ9HNNlGWL-k0PV4NgJuq4KnnM/w640-h370/ruin.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-59084411396329841202023-03-20T13:24:00.003+01:002023-03-21T09:10:22.221+01:00Decay<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEupqyVNNjkjZw6mbHMSq785hzoPi-gASRYI3-BPLtkuWCKHlnCyeMIGmndmfULd5fWx_J8CFOijRr0npoFOxi8NuhBHNla4sqqdYhx7XuPORdhk8bz13I0JE61Q8rfDXO2pVe0h85nDkscnHy9cZP183P_-3BPfT9AxuvjqXl61u4kRS7AcuimsdN/s955/decay.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="955" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEupqyVNNjkjZw6mbHMSq785hzoPi-gASRYI3-BPLtkuWCKHlnCyeMIGmndmfULd5fWx_J8CFOijRr0npoFOxi8NuhBHNla4sqqdYhx7XuPORdhk8bz13I0JE61Q8rfDXO2pVe0h85nDkscnHy9cZP183P_-3BPfT9AxuvjqXl61u4kRS7AcuimsdN/w640-h453/decay.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-57502093222032254482023-03-15T22:19:00.003+01:002023-03-15T22:19:46.704+01:00Anagramming Monster Manual - Part D (part 1 of 2)<p><b>Go on, Mr Doge</b></p><p> wow</p><p> many hp</p><p> much attack</p><p> so scare <br /></p><p> such backstory</p><p><br /></p><p><b>A rust fox belched jellies</b></p><p>A cute critter of the forest, that has the nasty habit of spitting up "jellyballs" (much like cat hairballs) once a week. These jellyballs are related to gelatinous cubes, only much smaller, and are spherical in shape. They roll around and mostly engulf beetles and ants.<br /></p><p>Lately, they've been sold in hot and cold beverages, such as tea, and tastes horrible depending on if you're an adult or not.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Manse</b></p><p>A large, stationary mimic, with a fixed taste for higher level clerics.</p><p>When a cleric is caught (e.g. the door is slammed shut), it immediately starts draining the subject of all magic (i.e. memorized spells, magical items, etc.); one round for each magical thing. After that it will try to charm its prey, and release it, hoping it will go out and gather another tasty person of faith to this little cottage of horror.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Scour</b></p><p>A type of small, nocturnal, pale goblin, with excessively long fingers. Each scour is always looking for something specific, which is imprinted in their brains from birth, and will go through a party's belongings with great speed without a sound.</p><p>Although they leave a real mess behind, they seldom take anything since most scours don't know what it is they are looking for (or rather: they know what it <i>looks</i> like, but they don't understand what it <i>is</i>).</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Us cubs, u c</b></p><p>Small, adorable puppies - that aren't really puppies, but rather a distraction so that their older kins may attack the party. When these not-really-cubs enters a space, you can't really take your eyes of them, and that's all you see.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Verity pock<br /></b></p><p>A gelatinous blob, filled with swellings of different sizes and colours. The blob is non-hostile and will always retreat at the first sign of danger.</p><p>The swellings, if picked, will reveal a truth or a fact that is of relevance to the picker, uttered in a tongue understood by the same.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>I zip you there<br /></b></p><p>An evil sorcerer that casts spells by pointing randomly at your body, yells "I ZIP YOU THERE!" and lock that body part for a round or two (e.g. points at your left eye and yells "I ZIP YOU THERE!" - making you blind on that eye).</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Gaze burl</b></p><p>A type of large eye mimic that camouflages itself on trees. It lives on secrets, which it gathers by peeking on passersby.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Ale fen hens</b></p><p>Drunken poultry from the region of the Very Wet Wetlands, called so after being flooded with magical alcohol during the war against lord Drunkard. The hens were not the only animal affected by this; many strange (drunk) creatures crawl up from the fens during the full moon.</p><p>(And they are not really hens.)</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Mr "Ah I lit"</b></p><p>A bard that thinks he's all that, and then some. Not necessarily evil, only annoying, but will always attract followers more or less fanatical, who will defend the bard at all cost.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>La Bro</b></p><p>See "Mr Ah I lit".</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Hug on eye</b></p><p>A tiny, winged creature (sprite), that has a hunger for eyes. With its six arms (no legs), it tries to clasp the eye of its prey, and with the help of its wings, starts spinning around, as to unscrew the eyeball from its socket.</p><p>It's a nasty bugger!</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Sad mouse</b></p><p>A rodent that spreads bad atmosphere (i.e. affecting morale and such). A single rodent only affects a small area around itself, but when they get together the effect multiplies fast.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>A zeal bulb</b></p><p>Plant-based monster. The bulb - roughly the size of a fist - can be planted anywhere regular plants grow. It only takes a couple of minutes for the bulb to grow stems, which will form the rough shape of a monster (depending on the surrounding area and the nutrients available to the bulb). The plant-based monster then uproots itself and starts attacking the first non-plant-based person it sees.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Be drab</b></p><p>Failed rat catchers - pied pipers - that mistakenly tried to charm sad mice (see above), but fell victim to their bad atmosphere. Be drabs plays monotonous tunes on their pipes, contributing to the overall bad atmosphere. To an outsider it may look like the piper is conducting the sad mice, but it's actually the other way around.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Nosebleed Silver</b></p><p>Counterfeit silver coins, actually mimics that feed on other (real) coins (e.g. the metal). Only way to distinguish them is to stare at the coin for several minutes, which stresses the mimic, causing the person depicted on the coin to bleed from its nose.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Past dire</b><br /></p><p>This monster has evolved beyond describable. It is too horrendous. Folk may have seen it, but if so, they are unable to talk about it.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Ye reins</b><br /></p><p>These monsters - humanoid and dressed in fancy clothing - are able to cast a type of silvery chord around its victims necks, in order to steer them anywhere they want. The victim only feels a slight pull.</p><p>These monsters are spotted very easily, as they need to walk close behind their victims, while holding up both their hands, thus looking pretty stupid.</p><p> </p><p><b>No grey </b></p><p>A distant relative to mantis shrimps, the size of a horse, dwells in swallow waters where they lie in wait for anything grey and dull, giving it a quick punch as they walk by with their large claws.<br /></p><p>Despite having a nasty punch, they are actually herbivores, and the punching only seems to be for recreation. It is believed that they are the result of bored and fashionable wizard.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Mr. Anal Beech </b></p><p>Moving on...<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>A derelict grieve</b></p><p>Whenever someone finally moves on from hardships, troubles, or sorrows, that feeling manifests as a lost spirit. The spirit has roughly an hour to live unless it finds a fresh grave, where it can possess the newly buried body and rise at the next full moon.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Eel rum</b></p><p>A kind of ooze constructed from hagfish slime when magical thunderstorms wreak havoc upon the ocean. The ooze gets stuck in fishermen's net, and attack when lifted up in the boat. Their acidic touch will after a while sink the boat - and ooze with it - after which the process starts over.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Fetid pin</b><br /></p><p>A large wasp that smells really bad. Getting stung by one of these transfers that bad smell for a week or so.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Anus sot aura</b></p><p>Moving on...</p><p><br /></p><p><b>A soaks unruly</b><br /></p><p>A type of jellyfish that doesn't live in water, only next to. It can assume the shape of a oversized glass jar, enough to contain a person. It lies in wait on a shore - flat and small - and when something steps on it, it quickly expands around its prey like an enormous glass jar, containing it. It then extends a hollow tentacle to the nearest body of water, and starts filling itself up, slowly soaking its prey, waiting for it to drown.</p><p>The contained water also serves as a way for the unruly soaker to digest its prey.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Daemon rust</b></p><p>All battles with demons - even between themselves - leave behind small specks of crimson "dust". These, if gathered in enough amounts to fill a small pouch, may summon a lesser avatar of that demon, if the "dust" is burnt during a waxing crescent moon.</p><p>The lesser avatar has the knowledge of the real demon, but none of its powers, and will answer exactly two questions before disappearing: one truthfully (to the best of its knowledge), and one not.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>A auras stoup</b><br /></p><p>This type of stationary monster is often found in churches or other buildings of religious worth (you won't find them in abandoned places or ruins since they need the constant flow of people). They feed off the aura of belief the worshippers radiate, especially during mass when the concentration is higher.</p><p>When enough aura has been absorbed, the water in the font (stoup) sets and turns into a translucent blob that crawls away - and starts devouring people (this blob could be considered a child of the monster).</p><p>Hopefully, the font is then refilled with water, blessed, and the whole thing starts over again.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Sly anarchic horse </b></p><p>Consider it neutral evil.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Our chair as bus</b></p><p>Sometimes, when you're sitting a tavern and just resting your butt, the chair will slowly start moving as if it had a will on its own. If it does, it probably just is a wizard messing with you.</p><p>But if the chair storms off out the front door with you still on top of it, picking up good speed, and doesn't stop until it reaches the eastern shore - you probably had the bad luck of picking a chair infested with little buggers known as this monster. They are the size of dust, but are really good at working together, and are known to carry many times their own weight.</p><p> </p><p>-----<i> </i></p><p><i>(There are SO many entries in the D-section of the AD&D Monster Manual, so I had to break it up into two parts - there are roughly forty entries left to write... God I hate dinosaurs)</i><br /></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-76777462477114865122023-01-25T18:46:00.003+01:002023-01-25T18:46:27.227+01:00Horizongazer<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt0GQibQ3b982zukn6ARJBr2IOH8f93r4wotPeP17NHFMNTLckw7myFQAaw1QQ25eAy8RM1IZslBhrcPlc6yzBqoZ_WVwbuFZE-5FtNdC6Q_8xQtc4fPAwjq7fGP63R9uq_tFJqQnwFlU1FndLQ1yBy9J323KCctNFZg7uXNHPTfSnPFwbO2IGX1Bk/s3024/A1CCEBD0-3FD8-4547-858C-12953F178EFD.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1954" data-original-width="3024" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt0GQibQ3b982zukn6ARJBr2IOH8f93r4wotPeP17NHFMNTLckw7myFQAaw1QQ25eAy8RM1IZslBhrcPlc6yzBqoZ_WVwbuFZE-5FtNdC6Q_8xQtc4fPAwjq7fGP63R9uq_tFJqQnwFlU1FndLQ1yBy9J323KCctNFZg7uXNHPTfSnPFwbO2IGX1Bk/w640-h414/A1CCEBD0-3FD8-4547-858C-12953F178EFD.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958815902598556203.post-15623540049584499292023-01-21T18:53:00.002+01:002023-01-21T18:53:20.640+01:00My daughter's monster: a blob<p>This (very early) morning me and my eight year old daughter had a little drawing session, and she made up this blob monster; image and description and all. Maybe you could use it in <a href="https://acornafloat.blogspot.com/2021/05/my-daughters-dungeon.html" target="_blank">this dungeon</a>? Enjoy!</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlblSHeu9tf-m8Fo-oeibIKl2plOZh5BvYWPP4RA26yzG9DqDbyBnssYfcZ_sIEv8FGWJLgeLyWtyDIGQit3yTOxnQqiyQgfRbQBB-toIpvBEh9JuDK_bKdUHpaKOpacfYEXi_tGDQUWp_hOmKt6FfLtlis4azWqJshFKyiWL2u0eVGzyQEpMNwT8B/s4032/daughtersblob.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlblSHeu9tf-m8Fo-oeibIKl2plOZh5BvYWPP4RA26yzG9DqDbyBnssYfcZ_sIEv8FGWJLgeLyWtyDIGQit3yTOxnQqiyQgfRbQBB-toIpvBEh9JuDK_bKdUHpaKOpacfYEXi_tGDQUWp_hOmKt6FfLtlis4azWqJshFKyiWL2u0eVGzyQEpMNwT8B/w640-h480/daughtersblob.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><h2 style="text-align: left;">Blob</h2><p>Shoots thorns (green lines on top).<br /></p><p>Thorns hitting adventurers depletes health, but if the thorn hits a fellow monster the effect varies with where it lands:<br /></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><b>Eyes</b>: can see into the future</li><li><b>Head</b>: really smart, and can figure out really smart ways of defeating adventurers</li><li><b>Muscle</b>: becomes strong, so that one could lift 50 000 houses</li><li><b>Stomach</b>: becomes a ghost, gain ability to fly</li><li><b>Ear</b>: really good hearing (apprx. the distance of half a planet)</li><li><b>Foot</b>: becomes a giant</li></ul><p> The blob is built in layers (starting from the innermost): </p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>A golden heart (yellow)<br /></li><li>Lava (red)</li><li>Ice poison (blue)</li><li>Thin membrane of liquid poison (purple)</li><li>Glass shards (purple)</li><li>Grass filled with wasp tags; may paralyse (green)</li><li>Membrane of silver ice</li></ul>
<p></p><p>The north area of the blob (just below the green lines) is a wound that didn't heal all too well. Mostly lava.</p><p>The sharp thorns around (triangles) comes in two variations:<br /></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><b>Gold</b>: indestructible. If you hit these, they will open up and shoot New Year's rockets that will swallow swords "and so on" (she never explained this)</li><li><b>Pink</b>: giant hogweed. If you hit these, they will open up and shoot New Year's rockets filled with "giant hogweed poison"<br /></li></ul><p>The creator of such a blob is immune to its effects. If the creator is killed, the blob will resurrect them.<br /></p>Jensanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16216604356936975761noreply@blogger.com4