Heyo, I’ve been too depressed to have the energy to post, but I do have things to share :V
Here’s a monster I drew the summer of last year that I’m still super proud of, but couldn’t post until now, because it was spoilers for a oneshot I was gonna run, and it only happened about a month ago! The first image is what I initially introduced it like to make the players from their own scary image of it (twas a horror oneshot), and the second one is the reveal >:3
I used the Shambling Mound stat block and basic idea for it + added some mushroom spores into the mix. It was made by druids though and is not evil, it’s just a big guardian plant to protect some nature~
The lone truck was only accompanied by the light of the moon tonight. Billy Kegstone knew this route by heart, but tonight he came home later than usual from work. It had been a tough day and he noticed it for sure when his eyelids became heavy.
The silence didn’t help his sleepiness and the road was straight with forest to his right and left.
He yawned trying to chase sleep away with turning on his old radio.
The song stumbling by Frank Crumit was playing.
Radio : “ stumbling here and there, stumbling everywhere and I must declare I stepped right on her toes…”
Billy hummed a little a long the song, he knew it from way back. His parents danced the first time to this song.
Lost in memories Billy first didn’t notice the radio freaking out when the voice slowed down and shrill metallic sounds mixed into it.
Intrigued and a little frightened Billy tried to fix the radio but in vein. Uneasy he just turned it off yet the metallic sound remained.
Then there was like a shockwave hitting his car and a red light from above shone down on his truck. Terrified Billy hit the breaks. The light bathed the entire surrounding in a crimson red.
He rolled down the car window, stretching himself out as far as he could to see what was going on.
There it was hovering right above his truck, a gigantic eye in the sky - starring cold and sending a chill down Billy’s spine.
Billy : “ By the name of the Lord !’”
Quickly he sat back I to position hitting the speed pedal with all his might driving off. He didn’t dare to look back or away from the road. He drove and drove like a crazy man until he reached home. He ran our of his car straight into his house never stopping.
“The smith a mighty man is he/ With large and sinewy hands./ And the muscles of his brawny arms/ Are strong as iron bands.” —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Village Blacksmith
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