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Trolls (Part Two of Two)

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Trolls (Part Two of Two) To roten erthe, ryght thus sayde I, "Thow art my fader of whom I cam," And unto wormes sekurly, "Thow art my moder, thy son I am; My sustren all ye bene, forwhy None other then ye, forsoth, I am." I shall call hem sustres, lo, forthy For I shall roote amonge ham. Of the lowest erthe God made Adam, Of whyche my kynde I had, as he. Now, Lorde, that art lykened to a lambe, So Parce michi, Domine! -Pety Job  The Butcher's Heresy If you know something about the art of the trolls, you know that it is strangely derivative. If there is a poet in your town, and the trolls know of her, they have their own, who shares her name (or the nearest equivalent: Leon to Lavi most famously) and keeps up avidly with her career, mirroring her poetry with subtle alternations in theme and language- eliminating references to the intangible, reinterpreting all her relationships into a desire for unification or predation or submission in suitable melange. This is

my heart is clean as the cratered moon / and the sea of darkling mood

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my heart is clean as the cratered moon / and the sea of darkling mood You are a Sphinx. A knot of grotesque gentility with manicured claws and carrion breath.  https://www.deviantart.com/cidaq/art/Sphinx-170652334 Your mother is the Mother of all Monsters, and when you were born she made your caul into a shroud to keep you in the dark. The places under the world are hers, starless and sacred, and if you keep your shroud over your eyes the night under the earth will follow you wherever you go. If you lose your shroud (and some night surely you will), the light of the moon will dazzle and devour you. But not tonight. Not yet. Under your shroud, you have the head of a human and the body of a beast. Your hide is as tough as old leather, and your teeth and claws are sharp as daggers. You save like other monsters, or like other chthonic things, whichever is easiest. You cannot wear anything that was not made for you. But a tailor does present certain inconveniences- the sanctity of your shro

Trolls (Part One of Two)

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Trolls (Part One of Two) From the Desk of Prof. José San-Simeon Guest Researcher at Exalted Doorway, Yet Unopened On Behalf of the University of Santa Rocha It was only very recently that humanity made first contact with Trolls. They live deep in the forest, and we do not. The forest where the redwoods grow is dark and deep, and the ground runs down down down into the wild darkness of the world. In the heart of the wood, at the feet of the most ancient and colossal trees, are lands that have never seen the light of day. Deep woods of parasite vines and pale fungi rise from the black earth, in the shadow of the forest above. This is where the Trolls live. So as you can imagine, it was not until our most earnest lumber concerns reached their greatest desperation that we began to notice had a chance to meet them. Darkwood As it happens, Trolls differ from humans visually only in a few small ways: Their faces are eyeless, chitinous spheres split all the way around by eno

Pirate Radio (A Contact for Lighthouse)

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Pirate Radio (A Contact for Lighthouse) Lighthouse is something you can see out the window, if you're sitting on the Throne of Salt . They did something with card-based resolution, which I've always been very fond of, so I've done a little writing on something they're fond of. Radio Live Free A station you hear through the static. Nobody tunes into Radio Live Free by accident. Some loyal listener showed you how before they disappeared, or you got some strongly worded advice in a chain email from a friend you don't keep in touch with, or you read a weird creepypasta and decided to give it a try. There are all kinds of different rituals: sometimes you have to dance under power lines. Sometimes you have to fall asleep to the static under the open sky. Sometimes you just have to be in the right state of mind. If it works, it rarely works twice. You'll know if you do it right. The voice of Radio Live Free will crash through the static in all its joyous

SING, MY ANGEL OF MECHA

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SING, MY ANGEL OF MECHA A mechanical monstrosity like this can’t be captained like a ship, or lead like an army, or ruled like a nation. It is a monster in the purest sense- an omen of a profound horror to come. Some day, wars will be fought with these monstrosities, wars that level mountains and grind civilizations against the wheel until nothing is left but dust and guilt. Not today. Not tomorrow. But soon. They are mindless, these beasts, all guts and glory. Their hearts pump black and acrid blood, their yawning orifices drip with rainbow drool, their stomachs belch smoke that chokes out the sun. They rage and laugh and topple towers in fevered delirium, or slip into a dreamless sleep from which they do not awaken for centuries or more. There is no one to guide them. No one but you. They can’t be lead, or captained, or piloted. But their empty heads can be filled with genius. Your genius, to be precise- that intangible force as powerful and incomprehensible as t

Deeper Roots

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Deeper Roots You are a VAMPIRE. Harry Clarke You have THREE ASPECTS: BLOOD - Power, Authority, Intensity SUGAR - Humanity, Vulnerability, Sincerity MAGIC - Monstrousness, Mystery, Grace Roll d6+1 for each of them. 2 is just below average for a mortal. 7 is as to vampires as vampires are to mortals. When someone challenges one of your aspects, roll a d6. If you roll under the aspect's value, you defend yourself from the world's intrusion, but exhaust yourself, and that aspect's value decreases by 1. If you roll over the aspect's value, you accede to it and allow it to change you, willingly or not, and the aspect's value increases by 1. YOU HAVE ____: 1. Old Money- More than could be counted or spent. If a price can be paid in gold, you can pay it. 2. Devoted Servants- Ragged edges, desperate longing. If a price can be paid in blood, you can pay it. 3. A Crumbling Manse- While you are there, you are safe from that which does not seek to f