Dear Patrons,
the first month of 2024 is over already and I hope you all have settled in wonderfully into the new year. Let’s do a wrap up of what happened so far! As always, I've bundled up all of January's files. You can find them over at the main posts:
PS don't forget to vote on February's Huge Monster Poll. Two days to go!

Where the catacombs are lit the brightest, adventures are best advised to stay clear. No warming flame is to be found in a place a candle-careling broodmother has chosen to be home. Slumbering on the top of its burning hoard, the blazing dragon sends waves after waves of its bubbly kin. Blessed are those who live nearby, however, as the fiery candle-carelings won’t last long enough to actually do harm. In an endless circle they rise, they shine and join in again into a swirling sea of wax and ash.

“The caterpillar is likely one of the most marvelous creatures that were born, constructed or simply appeared in, above or below the buzzing streets of Falbheim. Of course, this isn’t just the rambling opinion of a sole avid admirer of critters and crawlers but a well-founded matter of fact. Nothing or no one else shows signs of such a commitment, such an enthusiasm and such an unparalleled understanding of the tinier world filling up even the smallest nooks. The caterpillar’s origin seems to be the only secret left to uncover for this fantastically fanciful creature, which in no way is just an accidental byproduct of a copycat’s hungering urge to devour other beings named by an ignorant, self-proclaimed expert and which was kept by said expert who then proceeded to reap all the kudos, all the glory and all the caterpillar’s outstanding achievements…now where did I leave my glasses?”
– Unknown Author, A completely objective Report on the brilliant Caterpillars of Falbheim

It is said that the snow dough is actually a weird mutation of the deep-sea drop. Exposed to freezing temperatures, it lost its ability to mimic liquids but perfectly adapted to the harsh conditions it found itself in. It blends in wherever snow covers the ground and can quickly burrow through the very same in order to escape potential predators. According to experts on microzoological alchemy, the previously devastating consequence of consuming a deep-sea drop also changed to a quite beneficial effect – although culinarily inclined adventurers are still advised to tread with caution…

The snowygator’s quite literally sounding name is a dead giveaway for any connoisseur of peculiar critters and fantastical monsters. No lesser than Candle-Care himself discovered and – yet again – proudly named this well adapted creature. Just like its water-dwelling cousin effortlessly glides through streams, the snowygator does so through snow-covered plains, mountains and plateaus. Fully grown specimen are exceptionally rare and usually slumber buried by masses of ice and snow. A most promising approach to find one, however, would be to search for the much friskier hatchlings – what’s the worst that can happen?

A drifting feeling, a familiar presence – on the edge of harsh reality and fleeting phantasms, the soul of drowse and dreams lingers. Made of shifting darkness and starlight itself, it glances through the planes‘ veils. Behind the curtains of the universe it waits, it ponders and it studies the fates of mortals. Those who are caught between wake and sleep spark its interest; those who doze gain its attention. It is said that the soul of drowse and dreams guards its chosen ones by sleeping curled up on top of them – a cosmic blessing taking away the sorrows that ever-plague their worried minds.

Rumbling its way through the endlessly winding tunnels of the undergrowth and below, the thumbstall battle beetroot is more than just a trusty mount. With unbridled joy and haste, it rides not only towards its foes but right into them, bringing its comrades-in-arms close to their destiny-deciding moment. A fully loaded thumbstall battle beetroot brims over with heroic courage. Its sight alone makes its enemy’s confidence crumble, even though some of the valorous riders may stumble. After all, thumbstalls are never afraid to fall down. To them, lying in the dirt is just another chance to stand up again – unbroken and ready for the challenges to come.

Some say that the void thrall is a harbinger of a great evil – a messenger sent to signify the coming of a creature born from nothingness; an entity so hungry that it devours villages and cities as a whole. Others, however, believe that the thrall is merely a fading echo of said cataclysmic being. Lost and aimless, it wanders the lands as a faint reminder of a tremendous battle fought out decades or even centuries ago. Whatever the truth, the void thrall is a remarkable phenomenon. Where it passes, it leaves its eerie gifts behind. Hidden by time, these little gems bring misfortune to whomever roams close.

The sparkolin is the ultimate utensil for bards seeking a bit of extra spark in their performances. Wielding it, however, comes at a cost, as this magical instrument is said to instantly block any knowledge about conventional weapons. Still, it might be a risk worth taking for all artists aiming to electrify their audience – figuratively and literally…

Milking a battle beetroot surely isn’t a trivial task. Brewing a potion from the yield that is so powerful its effect never fades on its own, however, proves to be quite an art in itself. Only the bravest thumbstalls earn to taste it, only the dearest friends are allowed take it and only the most fortunate travellers are lucky enough to find it.

Every so often, a parting slumberling leaves a most peculiar memento behind. Not to bid farewell, but to see each other again...

“A bitter gulp of the void bottled up in a flask molded from emptiness. Tastes like nothing but takes everything! Cheers!”
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And to wrap up the wrap up, please allow me to share this small teaser of what I'm planing for this month:

Keep on rolling!
Fluffy
The Fluffy Folio
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