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For the past several months, about every other Saturday we’ve been playing Fate Accelerated. One of the nifty (if not the niftiest) thing about Fate Accelerated is that one can make up just about anything for use as a character. For example, let’s meet Nanny Death and her hell toddlers.

Nanny Death is an undead monster who disguises itself as a kindly woman, usually somewhat elderly and genteel. She infiltrates some unsuspecting family, taking great care of the children, earning everyone’s trust and even their love. Then, one evening after dinner, Nanny Death reveals her true nature, unleashes a pack of hell toddlers, and revels in a night of terror and bloodshed.

Nanny Death
“Stop screaming and eat your spiders.”

High Concept: Skull-Faced Nanny of the Damned

Trouble: Maternal Instincts

Other Aspects: Excellent References, I’m Already Dead, Necromantic Baked Goods

Approaches:: Careful – Strong (+3), Clever – Average (+1), Flashy – Mediocre (+0), Forceful – Average (+1), Quick – Fair (+2), Sneaky – Fair (+2)

Stunts:
* Face of Fear: Because I Embody Death, I gain a +2 to Flashily create an advantage or overcome an obstacle by invoking feelings of fear.

* No Place Like Home: Because I am Strongest in My Lair, I gain a +2 to Forcefully attack when I am at home.

* Reassuring Presence: Because I can Appear Harmless, I gain a +2 to create an advantage or overcome an obstacle when I Carefully disguise myself.

Pack of Hell Toddlers
Undead Flesh Eaters
Skilled (+2) At: Evading detection, playing horrifying games, tearing through flesh
Bad (-2) At: Acting in the presence of holy objects
Stress: Two boxes (3 hell toddlers per box)

Tags: Fate Accelerated Edition, horror, monsters

In the Acts of the Apostles, we read that through God’s grace even the “touch” of Peter’s shadow could heal the sick. Since so many fantasy RPG spells clearly draw at least some inspiration from Jewish and Christian scriptures, why not one more?

Petrine Umbra

Insomuch that they brought forth the sick into the streets, and laid them on beds and couches, that when Peter came his shadow at the least might overshadow any of them, and they might be delivered from their infirmities. (Acts 5:15)

Spell Level: Cleric, 3rd Level
Range: See below
Duration: 10 minutes

By means of this spell, the Cleric transforms his shadow into a conduit for divine power. For the duration of the spell, the Cleric may use the “touch” of his shadow to transmit spells with a range of touch. In low-light conditions, such as provided by candle light, the Cleric’s shadow has a range of 15 feet. In full daylight, this range increases to 45 feet. This spell requires a light source sufficient for the Cleric to cast a shadow in order to function.

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I’ve been watching The X-Files on Netflix. I watched the series when it first aired. Currently, I’m somewhere in season two at the moment. Some of the episodes don’t hold up well. A few of the stories are little too pat or else a little too confused. For example, season two’s “The Calusari” is kind of a hot mess. Is it a low-rent riff on The Exorcist? Is it an insult aimed at immigrants?

But enough commentary. Let’s snatch up Tony Shaloub and turn him into a creature for Mutant Future:

Shadow Killer

A shadow killer is a strain of mutant human with some most unusual abilities. In most respects, a shadow killer appears to be a Pure Human. Sure, a shadow killer’s demeanor reflects a combination of agitation and exhaustion, and its flesh looks sallow and glistens with what appears to be the sheen of sweat, but a Pure Human who has endured a period of illness and stress might exhibit the same signs. What makes these solitary mutants dangerous are their shadows, which are semi-sentient projections of destructive “dark radiation”.

Many shadow killers exhibit behaviors contrary to their ominous name. They are not killers, but instead are often lonely creatures who think of themselves as cursed by their mutations to always been on the outside looking in. They cannot really take part in society because of the lethality of their shadows, but they still long for some contact with other sentient creatures. Of course, some shadow killers seem to revel in their destructive powers, and it is these individuals that have given shadow killers their fearsome reputation.

In combat, a shadow killer attacks with whatever weapons it has on hand. Also, each round, its semi-sentient shadow is 50% likely to attack a random target within 30 feet. The shadow stretches across the ground, along walls, and so forth in order to reach its target. A successful attack by the shadow inflicts damage as exposure to radiation equal to class 1d6+4 (roll for each attack). A shadow killer can not always control its shadow. If the shadow killer has not killed a creature with its shadow in the past hour, the shadow is 50% likely to attack any creature than approaches within range regardless of the shadow killer’s wishes.

Diffused light or total darkness that negates shadows prevents a shadow killer’s most dangerous, unpredictable attack from functioning.

No. Enc.: 1
Alignment: Any
Movement: 120′ (40′)
Armor Class: Armor type
Hit Dice: 10
Attacks: 1 (50% for 2)
Damage: Weapon type/radiation class 1d6+4
Save: L10
Morale: 8
Hoard Class: XII
XP: 2,400

Mutations: Ultraviolet Vision, Unique (Semi-Sentient Shadow)

Tags: Catholic, monsters, Mutant Future, spells, Swords & Wizardry

Well, I’ve spent the first few days of Spring Break on a combination of being lazy and resting from being sick while not being able to take any time off from work. I’m finally starting to feel better, so it’s time to start doing things I’ve been putting off. First up, this post featuring two new mutant plants for Mutant Future.

Bloodcap

Bloodcap, a mutant fungus, resembles a pale blob that produces thick, crimson jelly from cavities in its irregularly shaped cap. A single bloodcap grows to about two yards across almost always on the ground near some larger plant. While the bloodcap itself is immobile, its jelly oozes slowly. A bloodcap feeds on the carbon found in adipose tissue, the connective tissue in which fat is stored in animals. A bloodcap’s body acts much like an auditory organ. By rapidly expanding and contracting its blobs of jelly, a bloodcap produces sucking noises which it uses as a form of echolocation.

When a bloodcap detects a potential source of food, it spews a glob of acidic jelly out to a range of 45 feet as a ranged attack with a +2 bonus to hit. If the jelly misses or falls short, it oozes toward the nearest. A blob of jelly inflicts 3d6 points of damage from its highly caustic acid that rapidly breaks down the bonds of molecules containing carbon, attacks as a 4-HD monster, and has a 9 AC and 4 hit points. A successful bare-hand or similar attack against a blob of jelly exposes the attacker to the blob’s acid. The blob absorbs adipose tissue from its victim and then oozes back to the bloodcap to deliver the nutrients.

No. Enc.: 1d8
Alignment: Neutral
Movement: None, or 30′ (10′) for jelly
Armor Class: 9
Hit Dice: 4
Attacks: 1
Damage: 3d6 (acidic jelly)
Save: L2
Morale: None
Hoard Class: None
XP: 245

Mutations: Dermal Acid Sap; Full Senses (Echolocation, Hearing); Unique (Acidic Jelly)

Flying Drosera

The flying drosera is an intelligent, carnivorous plant. It resembles a fleshy vine covered with stems that excrete a viscous, clear fluid from their tips. This fluid is a paralytic poison used by the flying drosera to disable its prey. The monster follows up a successful poison sap attack by constricting its prey like a python (regardless of whether the prey is paralyzed by the initial attack). Most of the time, this monster moves by slithering, but via mental power it can fly at a speed equal to its Will times 10 feet per round.

Flying droseras live in small packs, usually high up in the boughs of the larger trees in their forested hunting grounds. These monsters communicate with each other via clicking and body posture. While they have no need for treasure, they understand the bargaining power of coins and technological artifacts. Communication with flying droseras is difficult, but it is not unknown for these monsters to offer treasure to appease powerful, intelligent creatures.

No. Enc.: 1d4 (2d4)
Alignment: Neutral
Movement: 120′ (40′), or fly (3d6 x 10′)
Armor Class: 5
Hit Dice: 6
Attacks: 2 (poison sap, constrict)
Damage: Class 11 poison/2d8
Save: L6
Morale: 8
Hoard Class: VI
XP: 1,320

Mutations: Dermal Poison Sap (Class 11); Free Movement; Full Senses (Hearing, Sight); Psionic Flight

Tags: monsters, Mutant Future

Today’s daily prompt of “Inevitable” comes from this site. I got about 350 words in just over eight minutes.

Another Sunrise

“Be careful,” I said. “Step up or you’ll hurt yourself.”

Hank whimpered, hands groping through the air, feet shuffling over pine needles and dirt. He tried to talk, but the knotted rope I’d tied around his head and between his teeth made that impossible. Unsteadily to be sure, Hank made it up over the rocks.

“We’re almost there.”

It had been slow going. It was never easy walking my victims up to the edge, what with their hands tied together and the bags over their heads, but the effort was worth it. Worthwhile acts are difficult.

“You can’t really blame me,” I explained, guiding Hank around the trees by yanking the rope around his waist in the direction he needed to walk. “I’m not like other men.”

He started crying again. The sound made me smile. I spoke up a little so that’d he be able to hear me over his sobs.

“Imagine, Hank, if you can, what it would be like living on an alien world. A world where the rules about polite behavior, about right and wrong, were the opposite of what you knew in every fiber of your being to be true. Can you try to imagine that?”

Hands groping blindly, Hank stumbled a bit. I waited for him to regain his balance.

“Try, Hank. This is important.”

Hank nodded, a frantic jerking of his head.

“I’m like that alien, Hank. Your world’s rules aren’t native to me. You see a puppy or a baby, you instinctively want to pat it on the head. Right? Of course, I’m right. Well, Hank, when I see a sanctimonious sack of crap like you, I want to kill.”

Hank choked out a strangled sound, almost musical. We’d arrived at the top of the ridge. The sun was just coming up, crimson spreading across the sky like blood draining from a slit throat.

“It’s inevitable, Hank. Beautiful and inevitable.”

Hank screamed until he hit the rocks at the base of the ridge. I sat down to enjoy the sunrise.

Tags: #8MWH

I found this PDF of 365 writing prompts on-line. This morning, I hit 314 words on the prompt “First Light”. Yesterday, I posted the first part of a short story I’m trying to write. The story started as an eight-minute writing exercise. As I get more done, I’ll update the PDF at the Google Drive link.

Crawl

“Shh.”

My baby mewled again. He was hungry. I was hungry. We had to have food, which meant I had to crawl. All around us, total darkness pressed in. Squatting next to my son, I could feel the rough wall against my back. I knew the ceiling was just inches above head. I had to crawl.

I wrapped my son tighter in his blanket and then slid him into the hole I’d dug in the wall near the floor. He would be safe there. Scared, hungry, alone, but safe. Steeling myself against his cries, I did what I had to do. I crawled.

Through the blackness, feeling my way along with my shoulders. Left at the first intersection. Right at the next. When the floor turned from stone to loose earth, I knew it was time to dig. I couldn’t use the same hole as last time. They’d be watching. Each time I had to go farther, leave my son alone longer.

Dirt and stone rained down on me, sliding across my face, as my fingers dug into the ceiling above me. I felt something hard, the edge of an oblong box. It was heavy, and there was little room to slide it, so I changed the direction of my dig. A few minutes later, I squeezed around it, having hollowed out a large enough space, and so I continued to worm my upward. My tongue was coated with dirt, but I didn’t spit. I was making enough noise as it was.

Then, abruptly, a clump of earth and grass fell past me, and I could see first light. I could smell the watchers. One of them coughed. Another said something. I didn’t understand their language, but what he said made the other laugh. Their guard was down.

Fools. My nails could claw through their guts easier than they clawed through the ground.

Tags: #8MWH