December Wrap Up

Dear Patrons,

Once more, I wish you a very Happy New Year and I hope you had a wonderfully festive time! On to the next one – filled with epic adventures, glorious victories, and brilliant shenanigans. To round up the last month of the last year, let’s get into a wrap up! As always, below you’ll find all posts lined up. Over at the main posts, you can find a big package containing everything from December:

Critter Collector

Critter Caretaker

Critter Connoisseur

Critter Curator

Oh, and don’t forget to vote on January’s Huge Monster Poll - still a few days to go!

Huge Monster

Icebaerg – Huge beast, unaligned

The mysterious icebaerg is a sacred animal to all filiodons and mothbirds alike. The primeval clans call it the giant as tall as the mountains, the spirit as gentle as the clouds and the beast as furious as the blizzards that plague the lands. In fact, the sheer mass of the icebaerg seems to bend the weather itself. Whenever it rests, it is shrouded in heavy mists; wherever it walks, cold follows. Its surroundings are gilded by the rich offerings of the priests – temptations many already fell victim to. The icebaerg spends most of its time sleeping and slumbering and it rarely engages in destructive behavior when it wakes…unless it is attacked or otherwise provoked…

Monsters

Arctic Knight – Small celestial, lawful neutral

The filiodons tell tales of a celestial patron; a divine champion sent from the glacial heights to oppose the great goose’s ravaging hunt. Engaged in an endless race, they battle over the fates of those who are forced to traverse the frozen lands. It is up to them to decide who finds the way home or who is swallowed up by snow and ice. Whatever the truth is, the arctic knight is a restless savior of lost souls. With defying determination, it wanders hostile wastes and barren crests. Molded by the harsh winds of the north, it seeks out those in need. Its flaring beacon is a sign of hope when doubts prevail, its presence a cast-iron promise of rescue.

Armed Ornament – Tiny construct, lawful neutral

Animated by unknown powers, built for no purpose and wandering without a goal. The armed ornament is a most peculiar construct and often finds itself being adopted by venturers, forager or other soldiers of fortune – sometimes out of curiosity but usually out of pity. Unlike most automata, the armed ornament possesses at least a fragment of consciousness. Oddly enough, it is in no way aware of its quite harmless construction. If anything, the quirky creation is rather overconfident – at least as long as it holds on to its crumbly shield and fragile weapon.…

Candle-Careling – Tiny dragon, lawful neutral

Which came first: the candle-careling or Candle-Care? No one knows for sure, but given the professor’s quite eccentric mind, both are valid options. For the longest time, the largest part of Falbheim’s academic elite wasn’t even sure, whether Candle-Care was the professor’s real name or yet another of his many strange terms that he so proudly came up with. Regardless, the candle-careling is a remarkable creation: a most peculiar blend of the glittery magic that thrives the sparkling and an ordinary candle. Obviously, the number of fire-related incidents rose to a somewhat concerning degree but the grayed metropolis’ citizens were used to a whole different level of hazards caused by magic or other means anyway.

False Fae – Small aberration, chaotic evil

Sculpted from eldritch matter; steered by an other-worldly mind. When a spirit of the false fae holds on to a mortal form for too long, it gets trapped in it. Steadily, it builds its cage of flesh, knowing too well that it will break free again anyway – just on another day. As vile as this metamorphosis may sound, the false fae enjoys its stay. Maliciously laughing, it tinkers and schemes; spitefully dancing, it finds itself in places where it can spread its wickedness – be it the well-renowned bakery selling delicate cakes and cookies or a wintery workshop where it diligently constructs cursed toys, tools and instruments.

Flake Drake – Tiny dragon, chaotic neutral

Longing for brisk air beneath its non-existent wings, but unable to spread them. Just like all drakes this tiny creature was born without any and yet does its best to get close. With gentle agility it jumps, with swift gracefulness it glides. Hidden by the wintery weather, the flake drake drops down on its prey like a falling shard covered in spikes of scorching frost. It may appear harmless, but its sharp bite is said to be as chill as the snow it dwells in itself.

Spirit of the False Fae – Tiny aberration, chaotic evil

A false fae’s presence inevitably attracts even more spirits of the false fae. It literally urges its kin to join in into a macabre drama exclusively played by the twisted actors these aberrations are. This grotesque vortex eventually renders whole districts or even towns being solely inhabited by false faes – caught in an endless loop of stubborn routines they eagerly adapted from their victims.

Void Elemental – Medium elemental, chaotic evil

A vile disturbance in the currents of matter, a fissure in the vessel of time. In a split second of inattention, the void elemental was created and creation itself quickly learned to fear its existence. The void elemental is an arch enemy of everyone and anything alike – a planet-devouring hunger fuels its ever-changing fabric, its sheer presence nullifies life wherever it roams. Only a few dared to oppose its hollowing reign and those who did were absorbed by the very same emptiness, this eldritch being escaped from.

Potions

Brute Brut – Potion, very rare

…and of course he had to make a potion out of it. For reasons unknown, it was his last one. Along with his love for alchemy and completely coincidentally, the professor went missing altogether…

Spirit of the False Fae Spirit – Potion, rare

Candle-Care struck again! For a short period of time, exploring uncharted lands in search for unknown species wasn’t enough to ease his restless mind. The professor simply had to give mixing potions a try. Too big was the temptation of combining peculiar ingredients to uncover their magical secrets. His inventions, however, weren’t as successful as he hoped but their names surely were noteworthy, to say the least.

Orb of Opulence – Potion, very rare

Baking gingerbread cookies the old-fashioned way was far too conventional for Tisdor Dwindleteeth III. And so, with his combined love for alchemy and macabrely eccentric approach to problem solving, he invented the orb of opulence.

Snooze Ooze – Potion, very rare

"You snooze, you ooze…"

As always, please allow me to wrap up the wrap up with a teaser of what's next: the Slumberling. This one will come with a big creature illustrated by the wonderful Caitlin Hacklett which I had the great honor to collaborate with!