BLOOD AMNIOTE
It was maddening enough that our captain had orders to behead our dead where they fell. But it was far too much when the spilt blood that pooled at our feet reared up in a hulking congealed mass that bore the shifting and twisted faces of our dispatched comrades.
-Gustov Petroff, hawksman and horse smuggler, wanted for desertion from the Falkovnian army, recalling the Dead Man’s Campaign of 722
Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror: B is for Boo!
BLOOD AMNIOTE
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BLOODMOTE SWARM
BLOODMOTE SWARM
It was a sound strategy. We had satisfied ourselves that the peasants' tale was true. Our confidence grew as the mosquitos, which made the bog a living Hell, sped past us with complete indifference. Then it came, that buzzing, swirling, black cloud of living death, which bore the rank odour of the very blood it craved. The trifling spell would not withhold it from its feast.
-Gustov Petroff, hawksman and horse smuggler, wanted for desertion from the Falkovnian army, explaining his longstanding aversion to flying bugs
It was a sound strategy. We had satisfied ourselves that the peasants' tale was true. Our confidence grew as the mosquitos, which made the bog a living Hell, sped past us with complete indifference. Then it came, that buzzing, swirling, black cloud of living death, which bore the rank odour of the very blood it craved. The trifling spell would not withhold it from its feast.
-Gustov Petroff, hawksman and horse smuggler, wanted for desertion from the Falkovnian army, explaining his longstanding aversion to flying bugs
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BONEYARD
BONEYARD
For reasons that I will never know we were sent marching into the gaping maw. Incredibly, the walls, floor and ceiling were not of stone but of bone, human bone, animal bone, unidentifiable bone. The resilient stuff chattered without cracking under our boots as we trundled up the passage. Suddenly comrades plunged from sight as the floor gave way in a half dozen places. But it was not only the floor that betrayed us. The walls and ceiling melted away too in a terrible clattering of bone as the stuff flowed like water back to the cave entrance, where it gathered itself to cut off our escape and begin its assault. What should have been the commanding voice of our captain was instead a pitiful wail that collapsed into a loathsome gurgling. In the ensuing bedlam it was my inspiration to look up. I managed the climb into the natural chimney that would deliver from the debacle the time worn bones that you have here before you and them alone.
-Gustov Petroff, hawksman and horse smuggler, wanted for desertion from the Falkovnian army, recounting his escape from the Maw of Death in G'henna
For reasons that I will never know we were sent marching into the gaping maw. Incredibly, the walls, floor and ceiling were not of stone but of bone, human bone, animal bone, unidentifiable bone. The resilient stuff chattered without cracking under our boots as we trundled up the passage. Suddenly comrades plunged from sight as the floor gave way in a half dozen places. But it was not only the floor that betrayed us. The walls and ceiling melted away too in a terrible clattering of bone as the stuff flowed like water back to the cave entrance, where it gathered itself to cut off our escape and begin its assault. What should have been the commanding voice of our captain was instead a pitiful wail that collapsed into a loathsome gurgling. In the ensuing bedlam it was my inspiration to look up. I managed the climb into the natural chimney that would deliver from the debacle the time worn bones that you have here before you and them alone.
-Gustov Petroff, hawksman and horse smuggler, wanted for desertion from the Falkovnian army, recounting his escape from the Maw of Death in G'henna
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They dragged the repulsive crone roughly to the pyre in the city square, and I could not help but think of the trials I had witnessed many a time in my homeland. But something was different here. The witch did not shout her defiance, nor plead for mercy, nor lash out with her spellcraft. She strode forward calmly, hollow and resigned. And when they lashed her down and lit the flame, she said only, "Yes, at last, the time has come."
Sister Dacey of Tepest, Journeys Among the Heathen Horselords
They dragged the repulsive crone roughly to the pyre in the city square, and I could not help but think of the trials I had witnessed many a time in my homeland. But something was different here. The witch did not shout her defiance, nor plead for mercy, nor lash out with her spellcraft. She strode forward calmly, hollow and resigned. And when they lashed her down and lit the flame, she said only, "Yes, at last, the time has come."
Sister Dacey of Tepest, Journeys Among the Heathen Horselords
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Re: Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror: B is for Boo!
I don't see what you mean. I have never heard of these writers, and the net gave me nothing? Help!Mangrum wrote:* I think it would be appropriate if the Bogeyman blurbs were accredited as snippets from the Hans & Jakob Gleam tales named for them.
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Re: Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror: B is for Boo!
Give DT&DL another look.Joël of the Fraternity wrote:I don't see what you mean. I have never heard of these writers, and the net gave me nothing? Help!
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OK!
Banedead [Monsters of Faerun]
We had to retreat from the evil shrine after the first assault inside the mountain temple went horribly wrong. We got the information that all the priests of this awful cult were gone, and we trust they were taken care of by the 4th battalion. We expected undead minions, but what the cultist left behind to guard the temple was atrociously dangerous. The cunning creatures left us enter the temple and then while we were deep inside, they sneakily attacked us with great speed. They were everywhere! The undying hate in their face! Their hideous large claw got eight of our men before we were finally able to retreat. I request a large supply of gun powder to blow the entrance and seal this horrible place forever.
- Paul Klotz, engineer, 3rd Falkovnian battalion; Message to his superior
Banedead [Monsters of Faerun]
We had to retreat from the evil shrine after the first assault inside the mountain temple went horribly wrong. We got the information that all the priests of this awful cult were gone, and we trust they were taken care of by the 4th battalion. We expected undead minions, but what the cultist left behind to guard the temple was atrociously dangerous. The cunning creatures left us enter the temple and then while we were deep inside, they sneakily attacked us with great speed. They were everywhere! The undying hate in their face! Their hideous large claw got eight of our men before we were finally able to retreat. I request a large supply of gun powder to blow the entrance and seal this horrible place forever.
- Paul Klotz, engineer, 3rd Falkovnian battalion; Message to his superior
"A full set of (game) rules is so massively complicated that the only time they were all bound together in a single volume, they underwent gravitational collapse and became a black hole" (Adams)
BLEAKBORN
BLEAKBORN
It was the damnedest thing. High on Death's Glacier we were about to receive civilised company. A toboggan rider, dusted in ice particles glistening with the light of the full moon, bore down rapidly upon our position. The threat of arrows and arrows themselves did not slow the chap. An instant after we marked him as being a parody of life, we were hammered by a wave of cold that fell a third of us. Too late I ordered the men to scatter for within seconds the dead out numbered the living and were rising to fill out the ranks of our foe. I would not be here had the thing been just that little bit cleverer and put its sled beyond use.
-Gustov Petroff, hawksman and horse smuggler, wanted for desertion from the Falkovnian army, remembering his mission to the Sleeping Beast Mountains
PS The official description of when bleakborn spawn vs. zombie spawn are created seems confused if not flat out contradictory. Also its healing when reduced to/below zero seems less than clear.
It was the damnedest thing. High on Death's Glacier we were about to receive civilised company. A toboggan rider, dusted in ice particles glistening with the light of the full moon, bore down rapidly upon our position. The threat of arrows and arrows themselves did not slow the chap. An instant after we marked him as being a parody of life, we were hammered by a wave of cold that fell a third of us. Too late I ordered the men to scatter for within seconds the dead out numbered the living and were rising to fill out the ranks of our foe. I would not be here had the thing been just that little bit cleverer and put its sled beyond use.
-Gustov Petroff, hawksman and horse smuggler, wanted for desertion from the Falkovnian army, remembering his mission to the Sleeping Beast Mountains
PS The official description of when bleakborn spawn vs. zombie spawn are created seems confused if not flat out contradictory. Also its healing when reduced to/below zero seems less than clear.
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Bogeyman, Mister Fox [DT&DL]
… horribly wicked and immoral. The children who disappeared had friends of the same age, who know part of the terrible story. These children are at first too afraid to speak after what happened to their friends. But after some time, kindness and patience, I learned about other badly corrupt magical toys given by Mister Fox to innocent children, including a small mechanical Jack-in-the-box that starts playing by itself after midnight. If the children look at it, it stops. But when he was sleeping after hours of terror, or a sleepless night or two, what got out of the box at the end of the song? And where is the kid now? Another known toy is a small silver coloured pan wooden pipe. It was given by Mister Fox to a little girl, who disappeared from her room a few days after. Her brother is dreadfully afraid of the pipe. I understand he played with it once since his sister vanished, and that a certain chord made him hear his sister crying and pleading “to get out of the dark forest” instead of the innocent pipe music.
On a torn piece of paper found behind Jacob Gleam’s book case, University of Dementieu.
… horribly wicked and immoral. The children who disappeared had friends of the same age, who know part of the terrible story. These children are at first too afraid to speak after what happened to their friends. But after some time, kindness and patience, I learned about other badly corrupt magical toys given by Mister Fox to innocent children, including a small mechanical Jack-in-the-box that starts playing by itself after midnight. If the children look at it, it stops. But when he was sleeping after hours of terror, or a sleepless night or two, what got out of the box at the end of the song? And where is the kid now? Another known toy is a small silver coloured pan wooden pipe. It was given by Mister Fox to a little girl, who disappeared from her room a few days after. Her brother is dreadfully afraid of the pipe. I understand he played with it once since his sister vanished, and that a certain chord made him hear his sister crying and pleading “to get out of the dark forest” instead of the innocent pipe music.
On a torn piece of paper found behind Jacob Gleam’s book case, University of Dementieu.
"A full set of (game) rules is so massively complicated that the only time they were all bound together in a single volume, they underwent gravitational collapse and became a black hole" (Adams)
BRAIN IN A JAR
BRAIN IN A JAR
The words that summoned me to the dusty anatomy lab were assuredly those of the renowned biologist Latimus Rienis. I unlocked the sample room door, which swung open effortlessly, and stepped eagerly into the place for I was impatient to be reunited with my long departed mentor. But there was no one there, only row upon row of body parts, of every imaginable sort and size, suspended in preservative-filled glass jars. The door shut softly behind me. It was unlocked but I could not budge it. No sooner had I abandoned the attempt than I heard, not so much with my ears as inside my head, “You see my esteemed colleagues, the fool has come.”
-Doctor Abelhous Nicholis, Professor of Biology at the University of Il Aluk in Exile at Karg, describing to his therapist a recurrent nightmare
The words that summoned me to the dusty anatomy lab were assuredly those of the renowned biologist Latimus Rienis. I unlocked the sample room door, which swung open effortlessly, and stepped eagerly into the place for I was impatient to be reunited with my long departed mentor. But there was no one there, only row upon row of body parts, of every imaginable sort and size, suspended in preservative-filled glass jars. The door shut softly behind me. It was unlocked but I could not budge it. No sooner had I abandoned the attempt than I heard, not so much with my ears as inside my head, “You see my esteemed colleagues, the fool has come.”
-Doctor Abelhous Nicholis, Professor of Biology at the University of Il Aluk in Exile at Karg, describing to his therapist a recurrent nightmare
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Here's the current list of available blurbs:
Done!Banedead [Monsters of Faerun]
Done!Baneguard [Monsters of Faerun]
Done!Barghest [Monster Manual]
Bat, bonebat [Monsters of Faerun]
Bat, sentinel bat [RL MC I]
Done!Belker [Monster Manual]
Bhut [Fiend Folio]
Blackskate [Stormwrack]
Blaspheme [Libris Mortis]
Bloodroot [Denizens of Dread]
Bloodrot [Heroes of Horror]
Bog hound [Howls in the Night]
Bog imp [Heroes of Horror]
Bogeyman, Alligator Lenny [Dark Tales and Disturbing Legends ]
Bogeyman, the Bad Thing [DT&DL]
Bogeyman, Monsieur Croquemitaine [DT&DL]
Bogeyman, Madame Croquemitaine [DT&DL]
Bogeyman, the Scissorman [DT&DL]
Boneclaw [Monster Manual III]
Bonedrinker [Monster Manual III]
Bony hands [VRG to the Walking Dead]
Breathdrinker [Monster Manual II]
Broken one [Denizens of Dread]
Buso [Oriental Adventures]
(Also: Done!Animated object [Monster Manual])
I'll let this run through the weekend, then move on to "C."
Done!Banedead [Monsters of Faerun]
Done!Baneguard [Monsters of Faerun]
Done!Barghest [Monster Manual]
Bat, bonebat [Monsters of Faerun]
Bat, sentinel bat [RL MC I]
Done!Belker [Monster Manual]
Bhut [Fiend Folio]
Blackskate [Stormwrack]
Blaspheme [Libris Mortis]
Bloodroot [Denizens of Dread]
Bloodrot [Heroes of Horror]
Bog hound [Howls in the Night]
Bog imp [Heroes of Horror]
Bogeyman, Alligator Lenny [Dark Tales and Disturbing Legends ]
Bogeyman, the Bad Thing [DT&DL]
Bogeyman, Monsieur Croquemitaine [DT&DL]
Bogeyman, Madame Croquemitaine [DT&DL]
Bogeyman, the Scissorman [DT&DL]
Boneclaw [Monster Manual III]
Bonedrinker [Monster Manual III]
Bony hands [VRG to the Walking Dead]
Breathdrinker [Monster Manual II]
Broken one [Denizens of Dread]
Buso [Oriental Adventures]
(Also: Done!Animated object [Monster Manual])
I'll let this run through the weekend, then move on to "C."
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I'm off keyboard in NYC 'till Tuesday so I can't make the "one a day", I'll be back next week for more 
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BELKER
The sole survivor was in sad shape when Sister Helene allowed me to see him. She took the opportunity to change his bandages as I questioned him, and I caught a glimpse of the wounds. They were like none I'd seen in my career. There were only exit wounds; no point of entry was visible, yet the edges were ragged, like those of an animal attack, not the mark of a weapon. The damage to his chest and throat was severe, but he was cooperative, croaking out brief answers to my queries as best he could. But that all changed when I took the liberty of lighting my pipe. The victim became wild and deranged, stiffening in fear as though in a fit, staring madly at the pipe smoke. The sisters tried to calm him, but ultimately, I was asked to leave, and I complied.
Report filed by Lamplighter Colin Dunwitty on the indicident at Hallworth manor.
The sole survivor was in sad shape when Sister Helene allowed me to see him. She took the opportunity to change his bandages as I questioned him, and I caught a glimpse of the wounds. They were like none I'd seen in my career. There were only exit wounds; no point of entry was visible, yet the edges were ragged, like those of an animal attack, not the mark of a weapon. The damage to his chest and throat was severe, but he was cooperative, croaking out brief answers to my queries as best he could. But that all changed when I took the liberty of lighting my pipe. The victim became wild and deranged, stiffening in fear as though in a fit, staring madly at the pipe smoke. The sisters tried to calm him, but ultimately, I was asked to leave, and I complied.
Report filed by Lamplighter Colin Dunwitty on the indicident at Hallworth manor.
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Sorry, didn't see Joel had already done the banedead.
Baneguard
"Beware, you who would violate the sanctity of this resting place of the Lawgiver's chosen. The faithful servants of the Unbending Lord shall return from the Iron Paradise to assail you, and they shall use their weapons of iron and eldritch power to condemn you to the Hell of Slaves"--Inscription on a Hazlani aerkebiskop's sepulchre.
Baneguard
"Beware, you who would violate the sanctity of this resting place of the Lawgiver's chosen. The faithful servants of the Unbending Lord shall return from the Iron Paradise to assail you, and they shall use their weapons of iron and eldritch power to condemn you to the Hell of Slaves"--Inscription on a Hazlani aerkebiskop's sepulchre.
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Don't worry:) Please post your version!Matthew L. Martin wrote:Sorry, didn't see Joel had already done the banedead.
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