There have been a lot of extra wails, moans, and whimpers around the Dungeon lately. I wondered why the Keepers were working the "staff and volunteers" so much and began poking around a bit. Turns out the powers that be are not content with just getting Fanticide out the door. They wanted something else ready to launch as well. What could that be??
Why it's the Alien Dungeon Website of course! This shiny, new (or slime covered and rusty if you prefer) site will be your home for all things Alien Dungeon very soon. When we launch we will have loads of info on Fanticide - Warband info, setting info, galleries of great photos, customer galleries, sample warbands, and more! The site will also have a full forum where you can discuss gaming, painting and modelling, tactics, new warbands, etc. Hobby articles, downloads, and more will all be available soon at www.aliendungeon.com
I was able to snap a few quick pictures of some pages before this crazed Troll chased me off. Hope you enjoy the preview!
Sunday, June 10, 2012
The Fae are a mysterious and dangerous peoples, and their secrets are kept jealously. Much about them is swathed in shadows and perhaps such shadows are better left undisturbed. Mortal creatures are beneath Fae notice; they view mortals as man would regard an insect-occasionally a nuisance, occasionally useful, and seldom dangerous or worth giving even a moment’s thought. Many of the Fae are malevolent beings; they seek to do harm, and often require no provocation to unleash their malice. These beings thrive on chaos, pain, and suffering. The Sprytes could easily be classified as such; the tiny creatures live immersed in the fauna of the Forest, and they cause a great deal of suffering to those who walk its paths. Sprytes can be found nestled inside flowers, or curled up in a tree’s knot hole, or perhaps bouncing from leaf to leaf, high in the trees, or riding on the wings of a butterfly. Their small bodies, exquisite and androgynous, are charming to behold, but their tiny, inky eyes flash malice at any interlopers on Fae land. Though diminutive in size, they possess powerful magicks which they use at will to destroy the happiness of others. Sprytes also wield great strength through the Bogies; ancient, slumbering tree creatures that wake upon summoning. These tree monsters are swift and agile when they awake, and traverse through the Forest with ease, responding to the Sprytes’ malevolent whims.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
First Nowhere Has an Underside
We have talked about how Nowhere is a flat table top of a world floating in the Nothing. It also has an Underside.
The Underside of Nowhere is an upside down world. From the bottom, mountain sized rock spires reach down, their tips pointing to the Nothing. Water drips from above, or even pours in vast falls carried from the surface world from fissures large and small. The underside of cliffs provides the surface for paths- for things do live there. Terrible things in perpetual dark. Strange mosses, the roots of mighty living things from the top, and thousands upon thousands of caves can be seen. Fungi grow wherever there is water and a place to root. Phosphorescent lichens and algae provide what little light there is. In some places, lava drips from the world above into the Nothing. Oddly, ruins can be found even in the perpetual dark and upside down world of Underside. Who built them, who lived in them, and why is just one more mystery among the million other enigmas of this strange place.
Second: A Picture of Creeps
Me- "Oh, go on and put up some pictures"
Marketing Guy- 'But the models aren't quite done and these are just test shots"
Me- "Oh, go ahead and put up some pictures
Third: Some More Pictures of Creeps
Marketing Guy- Should we show a picture of the Creepy Mother too?
Me- "No not yet"
Marketing guy- "What about their background?"
Me- "Well, how about this great bit of fiction form Skye? We can talk about the Hole later...."
Marketing guy- <sigh> "Ok, but its not a complete picture and people want to know more about the rules..."
Me- I left to paint some more models for tonight's playtest.
Fourth: A bit of fiction from the Rulebook
Far From Home
Skop stood in silence as he observed the smoldering remains of his people’s last hope. The Star Machine lay in a few hundred pieces. Debris stretched across several miles of glistening sand, and for Skop it represented the broken future of the Skree. He thought wistfully of the people who had seen him off at the launch, their eyes shining with the naked hope that Skop, one of the bravest and most brilliant of the Skree, would find them a new home. He was to return a hero, his arms and ship laden with the riches of a new land, a fertile land which would embrace the Skree and willingly let them plunder her treasures. Instead, it seemed, the land he had crashed onto was barren, with nothing but useless quartz under him and stretching as far as his eyes could see. The only break in the bleak landscape was the vortex swirling savagely a mile to the north. It pierced the desert like an eternal lightning bolt, a vast toiling blackness that seemed to absorb all light which dared to come near it. It was this blackness, this void that had caused Skop’s fall. It had grabbed a hold of his Star Machine, plucked it from the heavens like a small toy, and tossed him carelessly to his fate in this empty and barren land.
Despair pushed at the edges of Skop’s psyche, but he pushed it back with determination. He folded his long legs beneath him, closed his eyes, and forced his mind to rest. He entered the dreamenra, where he could find oneness with the Maker, and his thoughts crystallized and peace entered his being. The power cell was still active, Skop knew. He could send a message back through the vortex, let his people know that the Star Machines worked, that he had traveled into the sky and found another land. Perhaps, with the Maker’s blessing, they would try again; send out another brave Skree to explore the heavens. His people need not become extinct.
Skop held onto this thought as he opened his eyes. The light in the cursed land was fading, but his eyes quickly adjusted, as his home planet was perpetually dim. Skop perceived the faintest of noises behind him, just a slight rustling of the sand. He pivoted one of his eye stalks to look and was stunned to see a life form. He rose slowly from his seated position and turned, keeping his motions fluid and gentle so as not to startle the creature. He perceived a strange being, approximately two feet tall, with one huge, single eye staring at him. The creature had just one set each of arms and legs, and it held a rock in one hand. Beneath its single eye was a mouth, slightly agape, with rows of teeth just visible. It made no sound and did not move, but stared at Skop, unblinking.
The scientist in Skop felt a huge thrill of delight as he regarded the being in fascination. His first encounter with an alien life form! How did such creatures exist in such a barren land? What was their source of sustenance? He felt a shock of hope run through him. If he could just communicate, perhaps the creature could help; provide him with food and water? Was the being intelligent? Skop spoke to the creature in the language of the Skree, a series of clicks and whistles that communicated his peaceful intentions and need. The creature tilted his head slightly but emitted no noise, and continued to watch Skop intently. Skop tried again, and added some motion, moving his four arms in a few gestures, careful to do so slowly so as not to startle the creature. Still, the alien did not react. Skop felt the hope slide away, leaving a chill in its wake. These creatures are not intelligent, he thought to himself dismally.
Another slight sound behind him, and again he swiveled an eye to observe another creature’s arrival, this one only as tall as his first knee cap. Still, if they survive here then there must be sustenance of some kind, Skop told himself. Perhaps there was hope for his survival yet. Bending down, he gathered the power cell into his arms and began to search through the debris, seeking the equipment he needed to send a message to the Skree. As he worked, he noticed more of the beings arrive. They varied greatly in size, some as small as the first two and others nearly approaching Skop’s height. They seemed harmless enough, just curious about the stranger in their midst, but he felt a flicker of unease as their numbers grew, all bearing a stone or crude club of some kind. Skop tried a few more times to communicate, but to no avail. Their silence and unblinking gaze unnerved him as he began typing his message into the power cell.
Suddenly the beings became agitated, and they scurried around as if anticipating something. Skop looked up from his work to see a massive creature approaching unhurriedly through the sand. It was identical to the aliens that surrounded him, yet the creature was so much bigger that its height dwarfed Skop, and its teeth were as long as one of his arms. As he watched it approach, its skin bubbled in several spaces, and he observed with fascination as several cysts formed on its body, and then erupted in a spray of puss. From the cyst crawled out a tiny being with a single eye, and a set of arms and legs. A revolting form of reproduction, Skop thought, and he could not repress a shudder. The babies dropped to the sand and then scurried around the feet of their mother, who seemed oblivious to the birthing process as she continued towards him.
Skop began to talk and gesticulate now that the Mother was close by, hoping that perhaps she possessed the intelligence that her offspring lacked. As he did so, he reached for a long, cylindrical piece of debris near his foot, trying to do so subtly and slowly. At this point, the number of beings surrounding him was alarming, and his flicker of unease was turning to fear. The Mother stopped a few feet in front of him and regarded him, her huge, gelatinous eye observing him silently as his fingers frantically searched for the button to activate the light stick in his hand, while also swiveling his eyes in all directions to keep the aliens in sight. He heard the reassuring hum of the light stick booting up as his fingers finally found their target. Still, he kept it pointed at the ground, so as not to appear hostile. They stood that way for what seemed to Skop an eternity, a bizarre and silent panorama in the deepening twilight. Just when Skop’s nerves were completely frayed and he was about to attempt to shoo the creatures away, the Mother opened her mouth. In a hideous mimicry of speech, her mouth moved, yet no sound was emitted. Her breath washed over Skop with a warm, fetid wave of rot and decay and Skop felt instantly ill. Then as one, the beings moved towards Skop. He raised the light stick and those closest to him vaporized with a loud, wet pop. Skop felt a ripping pain in his back and dislodged a creature, blasting it with his light stick. Steam filled the air from the vaporized beings, yet still they came. Hundreds, perhaps thousands silently swarmed him, pulling him to the ground and ripping at him with claws and crude weapons. Pain wracked his body as a strip of flesh was removed from his leg, and he finally allowed the scream in his throat to erupt as he watched the alien creature slide his flesh into its mouth. For a time, Skop’s screams were heard across the desert, but eventually they tapered off, and finally, stopped. The creatures silently and efficiently removed his skin and consumed his flesh, their eyes never blinking, their mouths never uttering a sound. Skop gazed up at the stars, the light in his eyes dimming, the fate of his people certain.
And time passed, perhaps a week, perhaps a century, or perhaps a thousand centuries. A strange skeleton lay in the desert, multi-jointed and with too many limbs, picked clean either by time or by scavengers. A young Liberi, traversing the sweltering desert for his Trials, paused by the strange sight. Near the bleached bones lay a cylindrical object which glinted in the sun. He picked it up gingerly, and lovingly dusted off the sand, for he knew the object for what it was- a Relic from Far Away. With agile fingers, the Liberi youngling found three small buttons indented in the side. He pushed one and a rock in front of him instantly shattered and vaporized. The Liberi’s face broke into a broad smile. Not only had he found a Relic, but a Relic weapon. Now his place in the Tribe was assured, his success at the Trials guaranteed. For one such as himself, a Relic weapon would mean a long life as a Warrior of his herd. The Liberi cantered across the sand with gladness in his heart, unaware and uncaring that the Relic was the last remaining piece of the Skree civilization.
Lots, lots, more from Skye is going into the Rule book. Good to set the tone so to speak.
Lots, lots, more from Skye is going into the Rule book. Good to set the tone so to speak.