Sunday, March 22, 2015

Micro Map of the week - 3-22-2015

 
For the micromapoftheweek theme of "Lair of the Gnomish Automaton Pterasaur" (via +John Lockard and +Ray Otus ),

Millenia ago the tall mesas of the wastes were home to nests of Pterasaurs, who used the hot winds of the desert to hunt far and wide. Their calls, like screams of thunder, echoed about the columns of stone.

Years passed and the beasts died off, leaving empty nests burrowed into the tops and sides of the granite towers. Exiled clans of Gnomish raiders found the site, scaled the walls and made those caves into their new base of operation. Their engineers raised the spectre of the Pterasaurs from the dead in the form of mechanical flying vehicles that they launched from concealed bases.

Stone doors, on metal tracks, withdrew into caverns. Rails were snapped into place, extending into the air and the Automaton Pterasaur was catapulted down a slope and into the skies. Wings unfolded and the airship flew into the distance. Once missions were done, the craft returned to the top of the mesa, circled to land and was lowered by elevator to the cavern below.

Link du jour: The Art of Lance Red

The Art of Lance Red: Sigvard



We've had the great pleasure of meeting Lance Red at two Gen Cons, bought several prints and commissioned a work for our anniversary. His attention to detail is exquisite and the coloring causes the characters to pop off the page. Highly recommend you check out his work.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Micro Map of the Week - 3-15-2015

For the theme of #stepwells

In one place, the tribal lands of the Great Erg are divided by a long ravine, prized by all for the dirt at the bottom is moist and cool, aquifers in the depths below. After centuries of conflict over this prized terrain, the priests of the Light Lords, brought all the chiefs together and hammered out (some say forced or coerced by magic) a truce. This fissure, nicknamed the Long River Thatisnot, would be shared by the surrounding tribes.

Each tribe was granted a space where they might dig a well into the water-bearing soil. Pools were formed and those who could not ride, hunt or fight were tasked with keeping the waters clean and hauling to the cisterns of their tribe. The water tenders built walls about their pools so they might fill. Around that walkways and steps were created. Soon the ravine filled with #stepwells decorated in the fashion of each local tribe. The tenders competed to see whose pool was the cleanest, deepest or coldest. The sun, when it reached the floor, glittered on the waters and shined on the clean stone surrounds.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Micro Map of the Week - 3-7-2015

For the #micromapoftheweek theme #cult

Years ago a dirt devil (a sort of minor magician dealing in earth magicks) followed a ley line across the Southern Wastes. He stumbled into a spherical cavern where a loop in the magicks formed a whirling mass of stone and rock. She managed to convince other stone singers to come to the site and behold what she had found.

Years later, the #cult of Shattered Stone maintains its headquarters in this hidden cavern. Working together, the earth enchanters managed to tap the ley line, slow and stabilize the swirling masses and formed an organized structure. It is an #Orrery of a sort, with an altar at its center. The magicians meet to wield the magicks of the ley line in various rituals, usually of construction and destruction.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Micro Map of the Week - 2/27/2015

For #micromapoftheweek 's theme of #urban   -
In the western wastes the great Salistin Ridge erupts from the sands and rises into the air. Years ago the diviners of the desert tribes discovered an aquifer below the ridge. Wells were drilled by hand, slave and magic, allowing a city of terraces to grow across the face of the Salistin.

Families and tribes own or claim one or more terraces and the connected rooms within the stone. Many years have passed since the first terrace was carved and now the stone is covered with the curved protrusions and the ridge riddled with tunnels, wide and small. The entire #urban area bustles with activity, the air filled with smell and sound.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Micro Map Monday 2-17-2015

Without further ado for #micromapmonday 's theme of #flowers

Where the dune sea meets the great ravines, the trade highway skirts the edge of the cliffs. In one spot, perhaps above a source of mana or a ley line, a row of unique flower beds appears beside the trail. Within the flowers boom red, orange, blue and purple no matter the time of year. They seem to be unaffected by the blowing sands of the dunes, but one or two of the plots have slid down the side of the ravine to crash into the rocks below.

It is said that the architects of the great Kingdoms, connected by the highway, conceived of this space as a meeting place for envoys and ambassadors. Some number of benches remain along the path, also unaffected by weather. Drovers say storms have unearthed similar structures further east, only to bury them a fortnight later.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Micro Map Monday 2-4-2015

For #micromapmonday 's theme of #biggame :

Beyond the Abyssal Sea, the dunes swirl about gnarled and worn stone outcroppings clustered in groups of 4 to 10. Appearing ordinary at a distance, the local caravans give the area a wide berth. Why you ask? For in those clusters are the "rocks that sleep" - fierce nigh invulnerable omnivores whose stone fangs can rend anything but each other. 

Fortunately they are rarely awake, but unfortunately when they do stir,  they tend to wake in groups (families? clans?) Menhirrim some call the groups, for some of the hidden horrors have been known to rise  on massive hind-legs before striking.