Welcome to Tastytown - an amusement park for Kobolds Ate My Baby
This is for an upcoming game I’ll be running soon. Really, a fun bit of whimsy for little chaotic furballs to tear up.
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Welcome to Tastytown - an amusement park for Kobolds Ate My Baby
This is for an upcoming game I’ll be running soon. Really, a fun bit of whimsy for little chaotic furballs to tear up.
Been working on my digital painting. It’s something I’ve always wanted to improve at, and so I think it’s really time to lean into it.
Color Isometric map of a lost cultist shrine
Inktober ‘24 Update
I’m working on it, I promise. It’s just…difficult.
See, I’m so used to making dark tales that challenging myself to making cozy-child friendly rpg maps and adventures, well, it’s not something that’s easy to create. But I want to.
So I’m pushing through. And I keep coming up with stuff like this:
It’s fine, though. Ideas are ideas, and while I’m still coming up with really cute ideas like pseudodragon rodeos and golem races, I need to make sure that I have an outlet for… this.
You’re welcome.
Inktober 2024 #1 Backpack
Well friends, it’s October again, and that means more Inktober maps and some sketches! Don’t worry though, I’m still working on my Smaugust dragons - I’m close to 1/3 done with the art already 😊. I’m also still exploring the Scenetember challenge from SagaQuest - I’ll probably throw in bits and bobs with that as time permits.
THAT SAID
I’m a sucker for a good art challenge and the new ideas that come with it. This year, I wanted to change it up a little bit. I’ve got some friends whose kids are approaching the age of enjoying TTRPGs and I thought, “you know, I do a lot of really dark stuff - what if I stretched myself into a cozy RPG space, maybe something more aimed at kids and cuteness?”
So this year, I’m going in that direction with my Inktober. Cozy RPG quests for youths and adults who are interested in something a bit more chill and lighthearted with animal adventurers. Want a preview?
Check out the map and sketches from Days 1 & 2 of Inktober, then let me know what you think!
01: Backpack: The child had gone missing, but their backpack had been spotted at the mouth of the Groaning Cavern. Someone was going to have to go in there.
02 Discover: Beachcombers would search the shoreline after a big storm hoping to find small treasures that might have washed up. They didn’t expect to find an abandoned ship.
Are you up for cozy animal TTRPGs?
Sure, lighthearted RPGs sound fun!
You do you. I’m looking for something more serious.
Scenetember #3 Emblem
Family can be more dangerous than the dead.
- Author Unknown, Whispers of Fate
The knight Eindond cooly stared down the four zombies as they milled about the entrance to the Black Prison. Arcadius, on the other hand, quietly stewed in his pre-battle jitters. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and his stomach churned. He knew that as soon as the battle started, he would be too busy to think about the terror.
“Ready then?” Eidond hefted his sword.
Arcadius swallowed and nodded. He gripped the borrowed axe tightly, its weight unfamiliar in his hands.
“Right. Remember, I’m going to start with the one on the right. Just keep them off my back,” Eindond grumbled, then charged in. True to his word, he charged down hill, shield up, sword ready to strike. Nearly 250 pounds of steel, leather and muscle crashed into the first zombie, knocking it off its feet. Eindond brought the sword down on its skull, crushing it.
Arcadius followed behind Eindond. This is not like fighter practice.
- = -
Clem held his practice sword steady in a firm, flexible grip. When Arcadius was younger, he would hang from Clem’s thickly muscled arm, solid and unmoving as an iron bar. Clem now used that strength to whip his sword around blindingly fast.
“You’re too scrawny t’use a proper fightin’ stance, Cady.” Arcadius couldn’t see Clem’s mouth move behind his thick dwarven beard, but the way the edges shifted up, he could tell Clem was smiling.
The practice yard was smooth, packed, flat earth. Untold generations of Dhur Maloc dwarves had trained here, and Arcadius could feel their gaze judging him, from footsoldiers and warders to generals and kings. The even floor provided sure footing for Arcadius as he danced back and forth, just out of Clem’s reach.
“That’s right, use those half-elf legs. Force me to move. Find an opening and then strike.”
Arcadius had heard this all before. Clem drilled it into him regularly. “Proper” dwarven fighting style capitalized on their low center of gravity and dense muscle. A well-trained dwarf was difficult to move and could deliver fast, powerful blows with their heavy blades. Arcadius was too thin and light to take advantage of that style, so Clem has been training him to fight with his agility.
- = -
Arcadius’ charge towards the zombies was definitely not a well-executed assault down a defensive ramp. More like a panicked, flailing dash down an uneven, slippery slope where every step threatened to break an ankle and launch him toward the gnashing teeth of the hungry dead at the bottom. Despite that, Arcadius successfully came to a halt a few steps behind Eindond, his ankles intact and only slightly out of breath. He turned left and raised his axe, ready for the zombies.
With the first zombie dispatched, Eindond turned to face the others… and froze. Keeping to Eindond’s left, Arcadius looked as they lurched towards them. Spattered mud and muck stained what remained of their clothing. The magic that animated them also slowed their rot, but their facial features had decayed enough that they were effectively anonymous.
“Eindond…” Arcadius warned. His companion’s shield slowly drooped. A full helm covered Eindond’s face, ending any chance of divining his emotional state. A gurgling groan from one of the zombies yanked Arcadius’ attention back to the immediate danger. Eindond let out a faint whimper. The gurgling zombie was the one in the back, and was dressed in the tattered remains of a… cloak?
“Eindond!” Arcadius stepped forward. With his companion frozen, the situation just became much more dangerous.
The nearest zombie turned toward Arcadius and raised its fists. Look for the opening. He leapt forward, striking with the axe. The unfamiliar weight led to a badly-timed attack. The axe glanced off the creature’s ribcage, tearing the rotting tunic and shearing off a large chunk of decaying flesh. The zombie swung, heedless of the injury. Arcadius danced back out of reach, once again even with the trembling Eindond. That’s right, they’re already dead. I have to finish them decisively.
The zombie was slow compared to Clem, and even with the heavy axe in his hand, Arcadius felt like he was floating through the battle, barely touching the ground. A dragonfly on the wind, ready to pick its prey. Arcadius struck again, this time on the zombie’s left shoulder, the heavy axe crushing bone and cleaving flesh. The arm flopped uselessly and the zombie stumbled, swiping ineffectually as Arcadius slipped past it and the second zombie that had grabbed Eindond’s arm.
Arcadius twisted around, his momentum driven by the axe. His gaze locked on the back of the second zombie’s head as the axe cleaved through the back of the skull. The zombie collapsed on the ground and Arcadius yanked the axe free. Arcadius centered himself as he planted his feet. His breath was coming in ragged gasps. This is not fighter practice. Breathe. The clang of Eindond’s sword on the ground drew Arcadius’ attention.
Eindond had dropped his sword and slid the mask of his helm back, revealing a human face wracked with sadness, tears streamed down his face. He whimpered as he stared at the third zombie, heedless of his surroundings. As Arcadius tried to figure out what was going on, the first zombie rose up behind Eindond, its good arm grabbing on his shoulder as it sunk its teeth into his neck. Eindond screamed as blood gushed out of the wound, soaking his tabard and coating the zombie's jaws. Eindond drew a dagger as he crashed to the ground, taking his attacker down with him.
Arcadius looked at the last zombie as it lurched closer. Beneath the spattered mud and stains, he saw the same coat of arms that Eindond was so proud of. This must be family. The creature raised its arms to attack. Heart pounding in his chest, Arcadius dodged to the side as the firsts swung down. Arcadius swung the axe at the creature's head, the heavy weapon dragging the blade downward. The blade connected with the creature’s neck, cleaving straight through and sending the head bouncing across the ground. The body stumbled for a second before collapsing.
Arcadius spun back towards Eindond to see his companion pushing himself up to his knees. The zombie’s face had been obliterated by Eindond’s heavy mailed fist and dagger. Blood still leaked from the wound in his neck, and he looked exhausted.
“Don’t worry,” Eindond breathed, “they’re not ghouls.”
Scenetember #1 Statue
The inestimable Kat Vancil has issued a writing prompt challenge for September, and with the madness going on over at NaNoWriMo, it seems like a good chance to sharpen my writing skills.
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Here is my first entry:
Suffering is just one route to empathy. - Author Unknown, Whispers of Fate
Arcadius Shalefoot’s sharp eyes picked out the finer details of the masonry and the rushed finishes on the stone blocks. This tomb was built by humans, but the architect was a dwarf, probably one from Dhur Rhoz. Known for their spacious tunnels and arching ceilings, Dhur Rhoz architects were popular among the other peoples of Yerth.
The tunnel walls were broken up by large alcoves, each big enough to be its own reliquary. Each one was empty, giving the sense the tomb was left unfinished. The tunnel took a sharp right turn and Arcadius stood at the top of a gently sloping ramp down.
There’s nowhere else for them to be. They have to be here, but… the memory of the girl’s hopeful gaze tightened his chest.
The expansive chamber below had twenty-foot tall doors centered in the far wall. Flanking the doors were two large stone statues. The stone block walls of this chamber were built to a higher standard and the flagstone floor was originally laid with greater care than the rest of the tunnels he had passed. The statues were exquisitely built and polished granite, effigies of powerful guardians of the human god Temur.
From his vantage point, Arcadius could see that other explorers had come to their end here. The remains of about a dozen humanoids had been piled or pushed into the corners of the chamber. Shattered bones, dented and crushed armor, and broken weapons were mingled with the glint of coins no longer needed by their former owners. The flagstones were cracked and broken from powerful impacts, and scorched from magical spells. Despite the superficial damage, the arching supports were still in good condition.
Finally Arcadius’ eyes fell on the statues themselves. The identical nine-foot-tall sculptures were shaped in the form of an idealized, well-muscled human. Sandals, a loincloth, and bracers were detailed in stone, and well-muscled arms were folded across the statue’s chest. A stone halo gilt in gold backed each statue’s head. Chips and grooves marred the smooth surface of the figures, and their fists were coated in what could only be dried blood.
Golems. Clem’s warning rang in Arcadius’ head. Automatons that will follow any order, from simple guardianship to whatever mad thought their owner might think of. Arcadius began trembling, the fluttering fear shaking his limbs and screaming at him, run, you have no business being here. Run. He knew he couldn’t stand up to one golem, let alone two. Not when they had destroyed entire groups of professional adventurers. And there was no telling what might trigger them to action. The girl’s hopeful face flashed through his mind.
Still, I made a promise…
- = -
The human-child Mary gave a brave smile through tear-streaked cheeks and watery eyes. Her guardian looked at Arcadius with quiet gratitude. “Thank you, master Shalefoot. At least Mary can grow up knowing her parents died with her welfare in mind.”
Arcadius had carefully washed every coin he collected to make sure not a single drop of blood remained on them. The heavy bag of coins was a small fortune, enough to support the child into adulthood and fund whatever profession she would eventually choose. The note Arcadius had forged in her parent’s handwriting was convincingly heartfelt, and would be legally binding to protect the child as she grew into adulthood. “I’m glad,” Arcadius smiled. It’s more than I ever had.
Smaugust 2024 #30 Monarch
The dragon kings of S’Jet are deeply respected by their mortal subjects
Smaugust 2024 #30 Criminal
Murderers and other criminals sometimes think they can find allies in evil dragons. They’re often wrong.
Smaugust 2024 #29 Harbor
The port of Emhurst is regularly patrolled by Nalak the Protector. For the locals, it was reassuring to see Nalak wheeling across the sky.
Smaugust 2024 #28 Mark
Some mortals went so far as to form dragon cults, wearing the sigil of their chosen deity on their foreheads.
Smaugust 2024 #27 Fate
The Norn also befriended dragons. For the Norn, it was an extra layer of protection. For the dragons, it was a way to glimpse fate.
Smaugust 2024 #26 Misery
Dragons always found mortal’s attachments a strange curiosity.
Smaugust 2024 #25 Mud
Only foolish would be dragonslayers would fight them on their home turf.
I told you. I TOLD you.
I told you it was coming. Now it’s here!
Do you like dragons? Do you like coloring books? Do you like DRAGON COLORING BOOKS??
D is for Dragon 4 is now available (yeah, on the Amazons)
BTW: this is what happens to the Smaugust sketches I’ve been posting. They get inked, organized and assembled into a NEW coloring book.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/193728817X
D is for Dragon 4: A Smaugust 2023 Inspired Coloring Book (Color Your Own Adventure)
Smaugust 2024 #24 Offense
Offending a dragon often results in a sharp rebuke.
I'd very much like to punch a feminist.
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist. It’d bring me great joy.
I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs
ready when you are
Or if you’d like to have some more options….
I’m 6’4” 228 pounds and have 9 years of combined martial arts training and 3 years of being a Line Backer in football. Just in case you are looking for variety.
what about a lady and a feminist. warning, combatives certified soldier.
im tiny, i’m like 5′4 and 130 lbs but u can fight me too
Reblogging for the last one cuz that’s adorable
SO PROUD
The Fantastic 4 we deserve
OMG IVE ONLY SEEN THIS POST IN SCREEN SHOTS
We will all protect the small one.
I stan
it got better!!
plot-twist: the small one could actually kick everyone’s ass
If one day I see this on my dash and DON’T reblog it assume I’m dead.
(Since they’re the only active accounts left on this post)
happy 10 years of scaring off anti-feminists, @thattallsummonerguy!
Like every account here is deactivated. I feel like an archaeologist.
Oh and I’m like under 5 ft and like 78 pounds but I can stand at the side and say things like ‘Yeah! You deserve it!’ the next time an anti feminist turns up and we decide to beat them up.
Holy shit- I’ve found it :0
This post is chaotic good.
the archaeologist is deactivated. we’re next
IVE ONLY SEEN THIS LEGENDARY POST IN SCREENSHOTS OH MY GOD
Can't not