d20 | Sound | Shape | Substance | Does | But... |
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1 |
The creak of fresh young trees in morning breeze |
A maiden, snakes and flowers wreathed in her hair |
Built of cinnabar-stained terracotta |
Who follows strangers, picking up lost things |
And hates the sight of oddly fingered hands |
2 |
The soft companion calls of nesting birds |
A woman, naked, toothless mouth stretched wide |
Carved from whinstone, its features celestite |
That chases shadows with a mirrored lamp |
But maddens and spirals on sight of gold |
3 |
Sinister children, laughing at a crime |
A girl with puppy molded in her arms |
Assembled from rough handfuls of gray clay |
That picks out yellow flowers and braids in wreaths |
Attacks in wild zigzags if spoken to |
4 |
Agonizing, deep, monotonous drips |
A black-eyed pregnant girl with fist-clenched hands |
Beautifully carved by hand from green siltstone |
Collecting coins held in an upturned skull |
That flails, goes mad, when it hears the word ‘why’ |
5 |
The laughter of a party through a wall |
A crone curled like a hoop on hands and feet |
Made from gray porphyritic dacite bands |
Chasing butterflies of one exact shade |
Will track you till it hears a lie, then strike |
6 |
The plinks of prowling claws on polished stones |
A bowed-head female slave, ceramic chains |
Molded from veined, slow-cooled obsidian |
Who skins a house, rebuilding it elsewhere |
Kills only the first person to draw blades |
7 |
A high-voiced something moaning in its death |
A happy child held in a tiger’s mouth |
Sculpted greasy clinkstone that rings with blows |
That twists up any shining metal thing |
Will drag you to an underwater cell |
8 |
A slow creaking door that’s suddenly slammed |
Mutilated male, artisanal scars |
Half-carved from lumpen pegmatite in black |
Who tends a garden hidden out of sight |
Tries plucking every seventh eye it sees |
9 |
Low irregular muttering of your name |
A grinning child that rides a frightened hound |
Assembled from rough trachyte with pink bands |
Lighting lamps each night, in daytime, repairs |
Loves magic, extracts mage brains when it can |
10 |
Very occasionally, blades, secretly drawn |
Fine-featured boy leading a lumbering ape |
Baked and glazed from white clay, then rudely inked |
Does single surgeries on every corpse |
Compulsively breaks the symbols of gods |
11 |
Tempo, regular, rhythmic, with no end |
A whorish woman carved with broken limbs |
Hacked rudely from yellow-black needlestone |
Endlessly carving pebbles with a pin |
Seeks death in the volcano, with you too |
12 |
An asinine melody with hidden clicks |
A girl, pecked by flocks of bolted-on birds |
Carved from green marble with chabazite face |
Makes pipes, fills them, lights them, leaves them burning |
Castrates the smallest person in a room |
13 |
Daft jingly crap, interrupted by screams |
A king, carved crippled and deformed, no eyes |
Handmade from gray-black skarn, its crystals smoothed |
Building a pyramid of songbird skulls |
Fears teeth and attacks all smiles instantly |
14 |
Gulls wheeling, dislocated from the source |
A shivering old man, stick sharp and cool |
Scrimshawed from one white impossible bone |
Carefully milking venom from caught snakes |
Will rage against you till you scream, then leave |
15 |
A duet with the world’s ambient sounds |
A woman engulfed in hand-crafted burns |
Hand cut from polished black peridotite |
Polishing glass lenses in its hands |
Thinks cries for help are music, makes them so |
16 |
A dance tune, fast enough to break your legs |
A haughty noble, naked from the waist down |
Made in grays and greens from banded rhyolite |
Digging traps, random deadfalls, back to back |
As well as eating knives, it grabs by force |
17 |
A bubbling, babbling, cackling screaming stream |
A hunter whose head is swapped with his catch |
Fired slow from oddly colored sectite clay |
Invites you to a ruined home, sits down |
Needs to strip everybody of their shoes |
18 |
Stumbling music, sleepily played and drawn |
A vacant-featured priest, belled like a fool |
Constructed of nephrite and limestone |
Steals food and takes it to a guarded corpse |
Must strike once for every sentence it hears |
19 |
Apes making mockery of elfish tunes |
A blind teacher and bright function-less child |
Made of granite, picked out in kyanite |
Grabs glass to mass reflections of the moon |
Must kill its own reflection in your eyes |
20 |
Companion to the thoughts inside your mind |
A builder muted with a face-struck brick |
Carved from sandstone with blue ptygmatic veins |
Hunts animals and starves them in clay pots |
And loves to make wanderers lost, then watch |
Blank Verse Golem Generator (d20)
Citation
Written by Patrick Stuart - Dark of Hot Springs Island pg151
A random result will be collated from each column