Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Succulents Shop

On my street there is a retired adventurer who opened a shop after visiting the Spinetooth Oasis. 
She serve super good spiced purple tea and sell quality home made adventurer gear. 

Some of the succulents move at nigh. 


Odd stuff to buy:
  • Bottled voice from the sandstone crevasse
  • Desert maps sketched from a standing stone
  • Pilgrim scarf linked to a random pilgrim ritual
  • Nasty snake wine
  • Purple slug slime of lightning protection 
  • Purple grass weaved dress and sandals 
  • Rainbow bug shell jewelry (with a small container to store a dose of poison)
  • Blessed dried flower of the cactus mother
  • Bone flute from the bone graveyard (can get a reaction roll with vultures) 
  • Night sand that glimmer when elementals are nearby (it remember their touch) 
  • Pale cactus tears (to get mild hallucinations) 
  • Anti poison poultice (help to save vs poison, can grant a second save)  
  • Anti drowning charm (make evil water spirits hesitate) 
  • One random treasure from the oasis
  • One random succulent spider seed

Encounter near the shop (d10) (and hooks towards the Spinetooth Oasis) 
  1. Small succulent spiders move around.
  2. Pixie bounty hunter is tracking someone who headed toward the Oasis. (could be Bounty Hunter Killi tracking pixie criminal Pallara).
  3. Owl cultist is secretly looking for something.
  4. Reebo's agent is trying to cut a black market deal for Reebo. 
  5. A bad mouthed runaway girl is thinking of joining the Sisters of Filth. 
  6. A small group of sun pilgrims want to join the main pilgrim caravan.
  7. Desert nomad halflings want to visit their purple weaver relatives.
  8. Somebody is mysteriously found drowned. 
  9. New or retired adventurer visit the shop.  
  10. Succulent mimic in disguise observe the shop and may communicate with the succulents.


Sunday, October 1, 2017

First time in the Metro!

Yesterday I had to take the metro for the first time in "girl mode" to meet with some of my friends in a bar (Le Cheval Blanc).

I was super nervous but everything went well.

Walking outside at night now feel pretty natural and kind of normal.

But being in the metro made me feel quite uncomfortable, I felt super exposed standing still under the neon lights. Nothing bad happened but still it was not easy. But once I was outside I was super proud of myself for this little accomplishment.

I realize how much people are trained to not look around them or at other people (their phone helping for this).

My night in the bar was also my first time as myself in a public space. I was a bit nervous when I entered but once I meet my friends, I easily felt at ease. So a other tiny accomplishment! :)

This evening was super encouraging. But I also realized that I need to spend a lot more of money on clothing, makeup, etc and other transition stuff. But hey one step at a time. 

I am thinking of opening a new blog to talk about my more personal stuff. To keep the Chaudron focused on gaming art. But I will see...


Friday, September 29, 2017

Work in progress: pocket dimension, part 01

To relax I am drawing into my Pocket Dimension book (thanks Daniel!).
I am only using a pink and a green pen to create this dimension.
I will post the result when it will look completed.


Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Giant snake stealing some bits of cookies

I finished one of the left over illustrations I did for Pack World. The snake was too small to be a mount but I guess its just a baby giant snake. 

Nomadic Tortoisefolk and Finchfolk

Some time ago in a Google+ post I asked for a nomadic race of creature that travel long distances on foot. I would like someday to draw a large banner of a caravan of them walking in the desert.


Here is our discussion, this is how I liked to use G+. <3

Benjamin F
The tortoisefolk are huge and heavy, strong as mountains, about as quick. They wander the midlands, all their possessions lashed to their shelled backs in towering heaps of chests and barrels bags sacks crates and bundles. They sway along, singing slow low songs, almost too deep for human ears to hear, felt like a rumble in the chest. When the stars are right, they unship their possessions, raise their yurts into the shape of the prevailing moon and stomp down a dancing circle in the middle, where they perform their stamp-dances to raise good fortune for the next leg of their endless migration.

Evlyn M
Ok there is a second species that follows them around. They are dependent of the tortoises. The tortoises tolerates them and may see some minor benefits in their presence.

Benjamin F
In nature, there are several small breeds of finch which follow large tortoises around and eat the bugs and other small parasites that live in and around their folds and shells. Could be something like that maybe?

Benjamin B
I really need Finchfolk in my life. I'm imagining a bright little fatbird in a hooded jerkin.

Evlyn M
Did they lose their ability to fly?

Benjamin B
flightless, but they build kites from reeds and precious waxed paper, and the tortoises will tow the lead-lines, letting the finchins soar like their ancestors.

Benjamin F
Given that they have followed the tortoise folk for generations, perhaps they simply forgot how. Perhaps it is part of their cultural history to revere the wind and sky and their ancestors who were so much closer to it.

Benjamin F
Which, with the addition of kites, I now see the long lines of tortoises having colorful banners on thin poles whipping in the wind as they travel. Sometimes it's all you can see above the dust.

Evlyn M
I am trying to draw a bunch of characters walking together. I am having a bit of difficulty finding how to draw their back shell so that it don't unbalance their walk. I am tempted now to let them walk on four legs when they do long distances. I wonder if a back shell would be of any use to a upright bipedal humanoid.

Benjamin F
In my head they were walking on all fours. Even monkeys who theoretically can walk on two legs and use their hands for everything usually travel on all fours.

Evlyn M
yeah I think this make more sense.

Benjamin B
I imagined them curved over in a hunch, short back legs, longer arms that could double as legs. Their load would sway gently, a counter motion to their stride not unlike the subtle sway of people carrying loads on their head.

Benjamin B


Evlyn M
I will try to draw them walking on four legs using their knuckles like a gorilla.

Benjamin B
Perhaps more than one can cooperate, each carrying the corner of a large palanquin or pallet. Maybe they carry their Holly of Hollies with them, a temple of driftwood timbers preserved from their ancient island home, before they crossed to the mainland.

Evlyn M
Short legs and big gorilla like forearms, I like this visually.

Benjamin B
Had an idea - you know how some bit tortoises have big spike-like forms on their shells and limbs? The tortoisfolk would carve and round these into tie-down points to lash their loads to.

Benjamin F
Pretty sure the finch-folk also hang little baskets for the young and elderly off these.
Benjamin B
this is magnificent. Nest Baskets. Kites with bright ribbon tails. Its such a great mix of dour and steadfast and bright and flighty.

Benjamin B
Finchfolk are a short-lived people. They hatch from eggs, grow to maturity in a couple of years, and are venerable in their 30's. They are incredibly verbose, chattering constantly - they maintain their oral culture not by using the elderly as a repository, but by getting everyone up to speed incredibly quickly.

By contrast, the tortoisfolk are incredibly long-lived, reproduce only rarely (and indifferently), and are tough enough that this survival strategy works for them. So they're routinely a thousand plus years old, and would have seen generation after generation of finchfolk. Perhaps each finch family considers one of the tortoises to be 'theirs' - like a senior family member. "Grandad" or "Nanna". Each finch family anchors to one tortoise. And despite being dower and grumpy, the tortoises are very protective of their finches, and endure having their shells painted gaudy colors, and their belaying horns hung with shiny found objects and ribbon and the artwork of a hundred generation of fenchlings.

Benjamin F
I bet some of the tortoises are like the Ents in Lord of the Rings; super talkative about sleep inducing subjects of utmost interest to elderly tortoise folk.