Monday, August 18, 2014

Thjornig Marrow

When Thjornig Redmane touched his axe
A vision passed before his eyes.

He saw not how, nor when, nor why,
But he knew that he would die

Drowned in a black fen, left to lie
Until the worms crawled out his eyes...

When Thjornig Marrow rides to war,
There comes a sorrow to his eyes
to see his foes, to list' their cries,

For they know not that they will die
where in the mud they're left ot lie.
...Oh how they wish they wouldn't die.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Ullidge Brood

Their throats will crack, the crows will feast
in paean to our kindly beast.

We'll make them crawl, we'll make them sing
and praise the many-eyed, mumbling thing.

I hold it now, like Krell before.
I hold this flag till I am sore.

The staff is rough, it's splinters sting.
I hate the many-eyed mumbling thing.

Friday, August 8, 2014


Hiding in the dank and mold
or perched up in the mountain's fold...

I'll find those creatures folk call great
and gladly cut them down a bit. 

Ogres, Pit-toads, Bears, and Wurms,
Sung in songs that make me squirm...

I'll stalk those legends that men fear
and make them curse the name of Greer... 

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Brinnae the Goad

Brinnae the Goad once looked at a toad
And asked "What did god purpose for this?"

She spat on the toad and then onward she rode
Without ever more giving a piss.

That rogueish goad, Brin, once drank wine from a skin
And said 'how brightly this shines in my head!'

She tasted again, watched the sky start to spin,
and drank 'till her poor brain was dead.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Sculpting a Token

Been pushing around some putty again lately, and sitting there as I do with a bunch of extra because I can't seem to judge how much I need, I decided that I wanted to make another attempt at sculpting some miscellaneous fantasy gaming tokens to maybe eventually cast (I've been ultimately disappointed with my previous attempts.

I started, of course, with a skull - in the eternal hope that the next playtest version of skulldred will come out and make all of my dreams come true - so that I could have something to use for dreadskulls.

...but I decided that that skull was too bare, and that it would be more interesting if I added a mass of twisty, soddy hair around it. Now I'm much more satisfied. Are you? Let me know below.

Friday, August 1, 2014

Toller Brigg

Toller Brigg, that righteous pig,
whose brain is grey and fallow...

he rides alone past brake and stone,
through darkling glade and hollow....

Though leagues apart, he hears your heart
and every time you swallow;

Though he be dense, bereft of sense,
That Toller Brigg will follow...