I am about to move to a new place, and have no actual time, so that is why I got seated at the desk and made some art for the expanded petty gods. It is gonna be a real killer that book with about 380 pages of strange trivial gods.
All right, need to stop my googeling of birds, and take a look at this last week of TAADAD contributions. I do not have a need to mention one hero that keeps the ball running while the rest of us have lives and struggle to keep up. Heh, well it has really poped up some really great stuff!
This Gentlemens club is well dressed, rich and extremly influential. They do share a common craving and that is the taste of the forbidden meal. Maybe they do just because they can, as usually are the case with these kind of high society gentlemen. They come to the dungeon where the creature known as the butcher have their special treat in store.
E is for the Eldricht Omnino liber coquus and the keepers of the perfect meal
(For a while I was wondering if each post I made were gonna be related to food.) There is a book that claim to be the complete book of recepies. The civilized society shun the book as it is said to contain several recepies with both elven, dwarven and human ingridients. The keepers of the perfect meal are the guardians of this book, and they revere it as the most holy of relics.
A distant sound of hammers on metal echoes down the corridor. No light emanates from the ajar door at the end of the hall. Light cast into the room reveals forges and anvils, manned by accursed, zombie dwarven smiths. The forges are cold, the slack tubs long dry, the bellows cracked and wheezing. Yet the undead smiths still labor, pounding rusty bars with shivered hammers, going through the motions practiced in life.
Perhaps they attempted to forge a tool or weapon from a cursed metal, perhaps some greed has consumed them, pushing them to labor past death, or perhaps this is all their souls have ever known.
Mindless, eyeless, they push past an intruder to carry the iron in rusty tongs back to the dead coals.
2. GUARD ROOM
2a. Low Wall
2b. Prison/Animal Pen
3. THE PIT
4. LIVING SPACE
4a. The Chief's Hut
5. THE WARM ROOM
6. ESCAPE PASSAGE
Note on the entrance: At first glance the passage leading into area 2 looks to be blocked by a huge boulder - however a relatively easy search of the area will reveal that the boulder has had grooves chiselled into it's base (which have also been greased with animal fat) so that it can be pulled/pushed along a set of crude mine cart tracks (pilfered from another section of the dungeon).
However, once closed, the goblins usually hammer several wedges into place - making it extremely difficult to force open ...but once they are removed, the boulder can be pulled along the tracks (using the ropes provided), or pushed open from the outside (though even then it still takes a considerable effort to do so).
Lost and abandoned, this familiar of a doomed wizard slinks in the dungeon dark. She is tattered and scarred, one eye lost to an unnamed hazard months ago. Resilient to magics and predation, she lurks alone and unbonded.
Cunning and habituated to the dark, the Graymalkin subsists on rats, small spiders, and the leavings of other dungeon inhabitants. Scraps of arcane magics and the fallout of cast spells allow her to keep a tenuous hold on intelligence and sanity. A lost creature, perhaps, but she patrols her corner of the dungeon. She is wary of those who would make a quick meal of her, but senses when another possible bond-companion approaches. She remains cautious, following the party, assessing their worth, retreating if she is spotted, fading as another shadow in lamplight.
If they make it past this trap, or that lair, perhaps they are worthy to join. Cautious, she approaches, finding the one who will be her new bond-companion. Once the graymalkin bonds, she will guide the party through her corner of the dungeon, passing traps, pointing out bolt-holes, fading through a door into an unoccupied room.
Graymalkin (unbonded familiar)HD: 2
Atk: 2 claws (1d3)
Special: Bonds to a PC in the party, preferably magic user, or barring that, the PC with the highest DEX. As a familiar, she adds her HP to that of the PC. +2 all saves against magic. Confers darkvision on PC. Ability to perform a limited passwall once per day (limited to bonded character only. Can only pass through a door or similar barricade).
Lamplight illuminates a pinkish mass covering the floor, a number of humanoid copses scattered about. Someone cautiously pokes one of the bodies with a staff or spear. The 'corpse' opens its eyes and arises, lumbering toward the party. A number of others crawl to their feet, as well. Slimy tendrils stretch from their bodies back to the mass, and the bodies move in a strangely concerted manner.
A semi-intelligent ooze, perhaps originally meant as pest control, it was the product of an alchemist's lab or vivimancer's vat. Not a true ooze, it is a mass of neurons, sensing and questing for prey. It escaped and evolved, and rather than simply consuming, now co-opts some prey as weapons and sensory organs.
The pink leathery ooze extrudes tendrils, controlling 2d4 victim-puppets. Massive, the ooze may extend up to two tendrils with puppets up to 50 feet away from its central blob to reconnoiter away from its body, or to act as lures to draw prey towards itself and its victim-puppet appendages. If in need of new puppets, it will pummel or grapple intelligent prey to unconsciousness, and take over its nervous system and senses via neural connection through a tendril. The connection and hijacking of the prey's nervous system takes 6 turns (one hour). A victim may be rescued within 3 turns, but will lose 1d3 INT and CON.
HD: 9 (Ooze), 1 or 2 (puppets)
AC: 8/12 (Ooze), natural or worn AC (puppets)
Atk: Slam 1d10+1 (Ooze), 1d6 (puppets)
Move: 1 (Ooze), 3 (puppets)
Defenses: Ooze takes 1/2 damage from normal weapons, acid, and electricity. Puppets have similar resistances to mind-controlling spells (sleep, charm, etc.) as undead due to their networked nature. If a victim-puppet is severed from the slime, it will collapse, dead from the shock of separation.
A jade ibis statue, approximately 20 pounds in weight, and strangely warm to the touch. The market value for such a statue is approximately 1000 GP.
However, a closer assessment of the ibis will reveal that it exudes a faint divine power. Clerics associated with deities of death or resurrection will recognize the ibis as a powerful relic of resurrection, increasing focus and communication with the deceased's soul. If a party member dies, and their body is wrapped up with the sculpture, the relic arrests all decomposition. Severed limbs will reattach, and disfiguring damage (acid, burns, etc.) will fade from the corpse. If the sculpture is presented to a cleric of an appropriate deity as part of a resurrection fee, the presence of the ibis will increase the likelihood of resurrection by 10%.
To fully appreciate this you need to read the Exit Egress Escape article on Leicesters Ramble.
Flail of the fallen angel of Death
"There is a majestic angel in the center of the room, an icon from ancient times, standing there as she always done. Guarding something long forgotten, long lost to man, maybe even to herself? In her grip is a heavy mace in dark steel, a trained eye can spot the arcane runes running across its handle."
The flail is an ancient relic, forged by the dwarfs, blessed by the ancient death cult that once inhabited this temple, and imbued with mystical properties by the wizards of old. Seen to its properties one could asume that it was wielded by fanatic death templars with some inclination to flaggelantism.
There is an inscription written in some dead language that could be translated to something like "In blood, in pain, in suffering - I give my body to the higher purpose."
The weapon is magnificent and have a bonus of +2 to attack and damage. It is magical and divine and worth a fortune, but what is not as clear is that the weapon is also a curse and a judgemental punishing item of monumental means that is not easily geting rid off.
The Flail demand that the wielder show courage, smarts and foremost faith and whenever an oppurtunity arise when the wielder has the weapon in hand the DM should roll a d6. Roll 1 and the flail is pleased and roll a 6 the weapon is angry.
Rewards of Faith
1. Fire of fury - As a reward the flail burst into flame. In the current battle the flail will do an additional D6 fire damage.
2-6. Something else (Times up for now. Feel free to add them!)
1. Tears of blood - The wielder of the flail is punished for its disobedience. As atonement for its sins will be forced to cry tears of blood, forevermore.
2. Crown of thorns - As above, except the punishment is a twisted crown of burnt metal, protruding from the flesh of the poor wielder. As painful as it looks.
3-6. something else (Times up for now. Feel free to add them!)
Final punishment: The flail will not take lightly on being abondoned. It demand that the wielder will hold it each day and if the wielder fail to do this he/she must save versus death or die!
Have to finnish this some other time - but it is at least todays challlange done - I hope. :)
Need to do something each day and today was the letter D. Well, first I thought of doors, dargons and something dungeon. Was gonna go for the word dealer too.
But at last it had to be dead dolly and an illustration.
The dead never really stay dead in the dungeon. Something or someone keeps their restless souls alive down there. If the spirit of the dead is really angry they will become something awful and the story of dead dolly, even if they are mostly rumors, tell of a most angry young woman.
One rumor puts her as a young priestess of good, but then she were left for dead, starving to death, down there in the dark, while her friends went to town with whatever gold and treasure they had found.
Now, Dead Dolly walk the maze,
humming the melodies of her temple,
in an eternal hunt for any treasure hunters she can find.
This legendary axe with unknown magical properties can be found in this maze of madness, or so the rumors tell! Whom once wielded it and to what purpose it should be found only the future can foretell!
There is maybe just one, or maybe it is more entries to this place, but they say that to find the maze of madness you must find the arbiter bush! In the ruins by the lake hidden by foliage one must look.
"Deep within the underground complex lies a sea of molten lava over which spans a narrow bridge. A mutant species of bats live in the cavern, clinging to the stalactites of its roof in silent vigil, their singular eyes never blinking. Their normal cuisine consists of the half-crustacean, half-reptile things that graze upon the lavamoss, but they might be tempted to try their luck with lonely adventurers."
At the end of a narrow and curving passageway, and behind an iron-banded door, lies the apartment of the Ogre Swabllach and his 'lovely' wife Yusl. The pair have made their hole a home, with a collection of skins and tattered tapestries, consisting of trophies slain or filched from their raids. On the wall hang artfully displayed skulls, including that of the minotaur who was the former resident of this room.
A pile of loot (kegs of ale, boxes and bags of goods) is arrayed along one wall, and a rough-hewn table and heavy chairs and stools are scattered in an alcove, trenchers and flagons scattered and spilled on its scarred and stained surface.
Behind some heavy curtains raided from a nearby manorhouse is Swabllach's Love Nest - a huge bed built of empty kegs and timbers, covered with furs and blankets. Particularly unfortunate explorers may burst in on the ogre pair during an intimate moment, leading to a traumatizing combat with a naked, tumescent, very enraged ogre (And the missus will be extremely unhappy, as well...).
Harkening to the powers of the copper dragon, a wearer of the mask may either project a line of acid (4d4 damage) or a cloud of slowing gas (save or slow as per spell for 6 combat rounds) once per day.
Wearing the mask comes with a cost, and the bearer becomes cursed with greed. Each month of owning the mask increases the lure of gold, making the bearer more likely to take foolhardy action in pursuit of wealth, or come into conflict with their colleagues. The mask requires a monthly save or one of the following effects takes place:
1. Character gains a gambling addiction
2. Character attempts to mislead peers in dividing treasure or reward
3. Character attempts to steal an item from another character or npc.
4. Character attempts to cheat another character or npc for an item (misrepresent value, short payment, etc.)
5. Character becomes susceptible to bribes
6. Character attempts to shirk a debt.
7. Character is distracted from a task or quest by the promise or rumor of quick wealth
8. A devout or divine-powered character strays away from their diety or required tithes.
Corridor 23 is just another corridor. What makes it special is the nasty trap called the henchmen clipper. A trap that does not punish the one that spring the trap but unfortunate souls that are stationed 15 feet away from it.
The corridor itself has the look of some royal passage belonging in an old castle and is somewhat spacey even if the long corridor twist and turns and dark shadows play on the old stone walls.
No. Enc: 3d6 (6d10) Alignment: Chaotic AC: A12/D7 HD: 1-1 Attacks: 2 claws (1d4), acid spit (1d8) once per day Saving throw: 18 Special: Sonar Move: 12 Moral: 9
Are these alabaster hued horrors the result of a mad alchemists experiments or spawned from the night-dark womb of the subterranean abyss? They lurk in the darkness, moving silently and unseen despite their multitudinous numbers, to ambush unwary adventurers. Their pale, short bodies are warped images of human anatomy. But their faces lack any recognizable aspect - hungry grins full of sharp teeth, instead of eyes they have bat-like ears to navigate by sonar. The abhuman matriarch is a 5 HD huge hulking monster who sits immobile and magnificent in the lair spawning new legions to serve and worship her
What do you out there say about making a small community project!? More correctly making it with me and keeping it light and easy without preasure and see where it leads!?
Project TAADAD: The Aenglum Alphabetical Dungeon a´Day community project
Ok, this is mostly me writing down some daydreaming without any clue of what I am doing and then we add a pound of improvisation to the bowl.
What is this?
This is a small project where we make an undefined sized dungeon where everything is unknown until some partisipant unlocks a new part of the complex!
This is a challange to make some part of a dungeon each day or at a pace of your own choosing following the alphabet. Make this to hone your skills or just for the fun of it.
If you have the skills you could be part of both editing and whatever and make sense of the dungeon., the history of it, the inhabitants of it, dungeon dressing and cut and paste to make the rooms make sense.
What do I do?
You make a room, monster, stats or whatever and then add it to the dungeon, following the alpabetical order. Day 1 it will be A, Day 2 it will be B. An easy way to do it is just puting it on your g+ feed and calling it TAADAD and write my name so I will be notified with it.
I put all the goodies in a folder and then on this blog. As time pass some of you may be inclined to help out making something more solid out of this, all are welcome in this process, and all help is fun and appreciated. If the dungeon is somewhat playable it will be released as a free pdf for the community.
Ok, enough rambling. Hope some of you jump on the crazy train to mad station! We start... NOW! (or?)
Made some monsters today with markers and ink at work. Why not scan them and put them on here? I have been lazy, busy and burnt out lately so the blog has taken a hit. It is not dead but I need to find the holy grail and generate some new power!
First off a zombie for the day followed by what appears to be an illithid or mind flayer
the originals were a bit more colorfull but the scan takes away a bit from the markers and needed to sharpen it up so the blue got a bit darker. One can just enjoy the sheerfulness of the colorfull ones at my feed in g+ to