#rubbery men

[polekands]

I had the chance to be a GM for the Fallen London ttrpg launch-party-event and now I am mildly obsessed with the Londoners, that were the pre-generated PCs :)

So now it's time for my Fallen London art dump!

starting with: "of course the tiny rat with a crusty scalpel should do the intimidation"

aand my take on all 5 PCs to choose from during the event :)

as well as a bonus art-piece of me making the decision to never dismiss my finsihed tutorial-storylet of dubiously shrewd rat in the browser game, just because I don't want the rat to leave anymore

so yeah - big thank you to @failbettergames for providing me with 15 years of the most delicious lore and worldbuilding to now catch up on :D

[hategarden]

Fallen London campaign illustration (The Echo Bazaar) In which Rubbery Men take "Stick with me" literally, and the tomb colonists follow the one who most looks like he knows where he's going

[dravatti]

I turned my Rubbery Man (for now referred to as The Newcomer) from our Fallen London campaign into a not-so-marketable lil sculpt

(because I didn't have the patience to sculpt him little clothes :( )

[t6fs]

"A shopkeeper drifts between cramped aisles, humming lullabies to their wares."

Finally drew the love of my life, The Opal-eyed Shopkeeper, (and I put them in a ES frame since they don't have any art in game).

If you haven't played The Ceremony yet, this is your sign.

[viric-dreams]

Want both an increase in Monstrous Anatomy and a fresh shave and a haircut? The Rubbery Barber Surgeon is here for You! Dual-trained in the style of the old practitioners, The Rubbery Barber Surgeon promises customer satisfaction, with an Echos back guarantee*!

*guarantee subject to conditions. The Rubbery Barber Surgeon is not responsible for unexpected missing bones, amber-encrusted mullets, increases in nightmares, wounds, or sudden loss of respect within society. Please ssossoffoorossth responsibly.

[geraldofallon]

Fallen London Species: Rubbery Men

[gant-eyed-warden]

After the Horticultural Show

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"Thhunlight?" demanded my Amber Salonnière the moment I was conscious enough to form sentences. "Thherriouthhly?"

My senses had only returned begrudgingly, one by one, and I'd had a sense of time passing but not how much. They rarely attempted to speak, which hinted at what my condition must have been; the mound of heavy bandages over my head and right eye was another clue. I had been bandaged quite enthusiastically all over really, which was sweet.

I shrugged, immediately regretted it, and said hoarsely, "Dove off before I hit it." I glanced to the window. "Judging by the dreary view, everything appears to have worked out."

They made a rude squelching noise by way of reply. I smiled. There was zzoup and tea on the table, both steaming. Nothing else was on fire or screaming more than usual at the moment. I could worry about the details later.

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Just a quick one tonight inspired by a very old photograph, but expect more rubberies in fancy dresses. Also an eyepatch for the Apostate? maybe??

[neverthere123]

Rubbery man from Fallen London