Temple of the Old Ones

I've managed to get some work done on my long-forgotten dungeon project, which opens up my options for building. One of the things that I am finding the dungeon pieces great for is creating structures on the battlefield for skirmish games. The open top and grey stone aesthetic really helps create the atmosphere of ancient tombs and ruined temples.

I set about playing with making a Lovecraft Mythos themed temple and I think I did pretty well. Here is the Temple of the Old Ones:

Aerial view of the temple

Close-up of the interior

The face of evil...

Chains to hold the sacrifices...

The grey walls and floors are a wonderful contrast to the sickly green of the idols. The idols are from FFG's Bag of Cthulhu accessory for their Call of Cthulhu LCG. They are a must for any miniatures gamer who wants to add an air of Lovecraftian eeriness to their tabletop.

Now all I have to do is finish off my cultist miniatures so I will have someone to tend it and feed the will of the dark gods...

A Little Bit Of Lovecraftian Horror

I haven't been as productive of late, so I haven't been posting as much. Life has been busy and on top of it I have been sick. Hopefully I will be able to post up a couple of game reviews and some painting projects, but in the meantime, here's a blurb of Lovecraftian horror that may inspire you in some way.

All at once a sound echoed down the tunnel, something like the scrabbling of a thousand rats fleeing some disaster over the stone floor. We angled the torch behind us and stood frozen as some "thing" slid into the light, rearing up as it was confronted by the brightness.

Its snake-like, chitinous body was black, the smooth scales shining in the glow of the torch. It had no legs, but was instead propelled forward on millions of pink tendrils that writhed and skittered on the tunnel floor. It was long enough that the tail was lost in the darkness behind it, but the part that was revealed to us was at least ten feet in length. Most horrible of all, where the head would have been grew only a cluster of tongue-like projections, wiggling obscenely as it drooled a thick, viscous liquid that hissed as it dripped on the stone below it.

We stared at it as it swayed away from our light, then suddenly it surged forward with a choked gurgling sound...