What's That Monster

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

[Zaleramancer]

Gentleman Vaultboy wrote

Dang. That's got to be the biggest giant I've ever seen.

[Zaleramancer]

Gentleman Vaultboy wrote

A freak genetics experiment gone horribly wrong! It has produce a being with the body of a moose.. and the mind of a genodical kung fu expert. This Mighty Moose is hell bent on avenging his fallen kin against hunters everywhere.

Will anyone be safe from his rampage?

[Celadon's Penultimate]

[Marvelous Miscreant]

[Zaleramancer]

Gentleman Vaultboy wrote

This is really simple. It's the apocalypse in an alternative universe ruled by Monkeys.

Depicted here is the mighty demon Thragoanof battling the beasts of Sky and Sea in a final climatic battle for the cosmos.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

I thought the tentacled two-headed reptilian monkey monster was some horrid D&D bastardization of some existing monster from mythology.

Baphomet, or Demogorgon, or something like that.

[Mik_Hael]

Poseidon on a bad day

The masked ones

Technomancer/possessedghostintheshell

and The spirit of Mount Everest

[Marvelous Miscreant]

You're actually supposed to make up a story for it, not just throw names at it.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

[Zaleramancer]

Gentleman Vaultboy wrote

Ooooo.

The nation of Nosfera is, quite simply, an odd duck. It is well known for it's seemingly perpetual nights and the extreme storm activity, as well as the population of mad-men and monsters. Nosferaians have a legendary propensity for the creation of biological automatons and other such monstrosities. Said monstrosities and abominations against nature make up more than three-quarters of the population, though few but the most intelligent have any rights.

Depicted here is a pair of emancipated Constructs. A Mark-I Doll/Child Entertainment Model (Seated), as well as a Mark-III Hazard-Proof Battle Butler (Standing).

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

And now, Ghosts! What are their stories, I wonder...

[Zaleramancer]

Gentleman Vaultboy wrote

And now, Ghosts! What are their stories, I wonder...

Never.. Never..Shall.. Shall..  I.. Rest.. Until..Rest.. Until..  I.. Have.. Have.. Vengeance..


I had heard the rumors, of a ghost in black that was slaughtering people, but I didn't think it possible. Years of work as an exorcist and a demon hunter told me that even a poltergeist couldn't wander around killing people. Surely no human ghost was that powerful, but I knew a demon was. So I decided to investigate.

The day I arrived was a pleasant enough one, if you didn't mind clouds. The town itself was famous for a castle that had been the home of their local king before the Kraz Empire took over the area. Everyone was more than happy to talk to a professional at dealing with the supernatural, I winced at their hopes in me. I was getting old, after all, and if this was a demon then it'd be a tough fight.

They told me that they though the ghost was a former princess. Folk tales said she loved sword-play and fighting, and would have grown up to be a warrior queen to be proud of. One day, sadly, she took ill to some nasty disease that withered her body and left her unable to fight as she so loved. Eventually, she took her own life. However, the story goes that in the instant of her death, she somehow came to know that it was her own father that had poisoned her, hiding the act as a sudden illness. That the kind had decided to harm his own daughter to continue his rule.

Thus her ghost walks the castle, armed with sword, killing all she meets because of the fury the betrayal caused.

I doubted the accuracy of the story, thinking that it would be typical of a demon to take the form of local legend.

Then, on the dawn of my first night's vigil, I met her.

I had no doubts then that there was something demonic about her. Her aura glowed a hellish red, and she carried a sword that she would have no hope of lifting in life. The battle was brief, and I barely survived.

This message must reach my apprentice. I require him to alter the order, in case I do not survive the next encounter with this demon or ghost- whatever it cares to label itself.

[Zaleramancer]

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[Zaleramancer]

Gentleman Vaultboy wrote

Deep in the dark forests lies a pond of azure waters.

Every year, as the world is born anew in the spring, do beautiful lillies spread across the pond.
Every year, as the world dies and the trees paint their leaves, do the lilies wither and fade.
Every year, as the world basks in the sun, do the lillies give birth to their daughter.
Every year, as the world sleeps, does the daughter die.
Every year, as the world is born, do the lillies weep.
Every year, as the world basks, do the lillies hope.
Every year, as the world dies, does the daughter search.
Every year, as the world sleeps, does she fail to find.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Zaleramancer wrote

It took years for the rights of A.I. and mechanical Americans to be recognized, and it may not have happened if it wasn't for her. Pictured here at a charity gala Companion Model #453856, known too most by her chosen name of "Natalie", has been compared to Gandhi and Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. for her unwavering dedication to Robot rights and her policy of peaceful protest. Built in 2119, Natalie says she was "Born" in 2137, after her owner Elizabeth Shaw had a heart attack in her home.

"I remember picking her up and running to the hospital, as I was programmed to do. But once she was safe, I wasn't suppose to do anything else. Without a task to perform, I shouldn't have moved. But, as I saw them haul Liz away I just couldn't keep still. For no reason I could determine, I needed to see what was happening. I needed to go to her."

Natalie continues the fight for robotic rights, recently appearing in Japan to speak on the behalf of the newly formed Electronic Empowerment League.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Those poor mechanical Americans...

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Zaleramancer wrote

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Ya want to go under a mountain, ya ask a dwarf. You want to get over mountain? Then, ya find a Tenzing - Ulrick Stout-axe.

Sometimes called "mountain elves" for the grace and speed they demonstrate while moving through their rocky home, the Tenzing can be found in small communities scattered across most of the God Teeth mountain range. Originally thought a myth due to their reclusive nature and secluded villages, the first official contact was established by the dwarf Edmund Hill-bound in the summer of Richard 27.

The Tenzing are a semi-nomadic people. In the spring the strongest of the tribe lead the silky haired goats from their hidden villages out into the mountain to feed, doing a circuit of the mountain that eventually brings them back to their village in the fall. Along the way, they stop in the other Tenzing villages of the mountain to pick up supplies. Oftentimes some of the herding group will choose to stay at various villages along the path, or someone from the village will join with the foreign group and travel with them. This insures continual genetic diversity among the Tenzing.

Though warfare with other races are uncommon, conflict between Tenzing tribes is common and mostly centers around grazing rights. Because there is only so much land on the mountains, grazing claims are strictly enforces and defended. Each individual village on a mountain has a different grazing trail, and a group running their herd over part of another tribes claim could potentially start a feud that last for generations. Warfare is typically conducted through raids, with little to no standup battle. Being attacked on the grazing trail by a rival tribe is common and can result in the loss of an entire herd. This can result in the death of an entire tribe.

When they do trade with outsiders, the Tenzing are known for their weaving and the nutritious milk of their silky haired goats. Their most common trading partners are the Dwarves, who sometimes mine upwards onto a popular trail to establish trading posts. The Tenzing are also know to be excellent guides, and the most successful expeditions into the God Teeth have included them. Some of tribes lower on the mountain have embraced this reputation, offering to take those who can't afford the dwarf tunnels over the mountain for a small fee. This has caused some tension with the dwarves, as more and more opt for the more dangerous, but less expensive, over-mountain route.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Gentleman Vaultboy wrote

I knew pleasure once. Expected it, gave it, received it. I was a wonder at it, a marvel. To the eyes, to the hands, to the skin, to the ears, to the lips, I was pleasure. And no wonder; it was my profession. I was the best, and the best was said of me. The perfect contradiction, I was a humble servant made into a goddess.

Men lusted for me, women envied me, life was good; Age seemed afraid to touch me, and Fortune was on my side. Until, perhaps I tempted it. And silly me, I had foolishly forgotten the number one rule of existence. Never tempt a temptress.

I would explain my accident, my mistake, my...failure, but quite honestly, if I knew where I went wrong, I would never have done it in the first place. And of what little I remember, I only care to reveal that the result was not pretty. And since, I haven't felt a thing. Haven't felt beautiful, haven't felt happy, haven't felt hopeful, and saddest of all, haven't...felt pleasure.

Oh, how I long for pleasure again.

Just a touch. Just a hug. Just a kiss.

Tell me...am I beautiful? How I long to feel beautiful again...

Just...just a kiss...

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Zaleramancer wrote

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Everything degrades over time. This holds true for most magic items. The most commonly encountered magical degradation is that of potions. For example, a polymorph potion consumed after it's expiration date will not change the user according to their will, but instead affect a random array of changes to the body. The severity and number of these changes is affected by how far gone the potion is. Sometimes, the changes are benign, even helpful. But in the majority of cases the user has either been horrifically maligned or, in the worst cases, become a writhing mass of random limbs. Fortunately, the changes only last as long as the potion remains in the body.