The Amazing Grotesquerie

As I slide ever deeper into the uncertain divide lying between the mythological and attested, I find myself  ever more curious about Bigfoot. Here strides a creature steeped in the mystery of the very forests that spawned him. I've poked my head into the damp, muted greens of the conifer woodlands of the Pacific Northwest and one can't help but wonder what lies in those primordial depths. 

But unraveling that is one journey. Another lies in bringing bigfoot to life! 

Check out Troll Lord Games' latest crowdfunding campaign with the Codex Monstorum. As I figure out who or what lies in the haunted woods of the north-west, you can unleash him the unsuspecting.

Troll Con

Teasers!

 I've been a huge fan of Green Lantern since the woe-be-gone days. And I have to say, this looks very, very promising.

Spartans!

Portals

The Enigma Response

 After having served at Area 51 for many years Jim Freedom found himself vaguely curious about the rumors then circulating in the press (this would be the mid 1960s) about UFOs and the seizure of a craft that was itself being stored at Area 51. Very familiar with that base and aware of the many adjacent "areas" to it, Freedom understood very well the insane level of security and how compartmentalized the areas were. 

Was it possible? 

He posed that question to his boss one day, his commanding officer, while driving into 51. His boss was quiet for a while, at last responding with: "Jim, I don't want to hear you mention anything like that, ever again, if you want to keep your job." Then it was silence the rest of the way.

What an interesting response. Which of course could be taken either way!

Yes, there are craft here, keep mum about it or you break your security clearance and will be fired.

No, and if someone hears you posing that, you'll be fired.

There's never any clarity! Its just an enigma response.

This was taken from Annie Jacobsen's book, Area 51. So far, an excellent and informative read.

An Uncensored History

I am currently reading Area 51 by Annie Jacobsen. I'm about half way through it and must say I'm thoroughly enjoying it. It has barely touched upon UFOs or UAPs or any of that particularly interesting subject, but has been a great expose on the founding of the base, its early uses with the U2 and now the A-12 Oxcart.

Really easy read as well. 

I'm curious as the book unfolds if we will dive into the UFOs more as it popped up on a list of books to read subject wise.

As a side note. I've been reading a great deal of literature about UFOs, dating from the 1940s to the present and I have to say I have become decently informed about the Cold War and antics of the CIA and other government agencies. Quite a bit of eye-opening.

Good Stuff.

A Chalice of Stone

Another Gencon

 Another Gencon has passed, marking somewhere around 20 that TLG has attended, taking a slight hiatus as we did 2017 to some year. It was a good show. Very different than our first way back when in Milwaukee. There, or is it then, it was smaller, tighter and seemed filled with a wild abandon of what could bes. Like a newly opened frontier waiting for the intrepid explorer.

Now it is huge, 73,000 attendees I heard, with a vibe wholly different. Now there seems success at every turn and we are all part of some massive cultural movement . . . not so much a wave, as during or just after the wave, a seemingly never-ending surge into the worlds of worlds.

We've all come so far, but not so very far at all.

A House of Sorcery

He stole to the wilderness, in the shadows of the Holmgrad Mountains, a land that overlooked the Gray Coast. Here no man, nor dwarf, dwelt, for it was the haunt of frost giants in the winter and stone giants all year round; dragons, small and white, prowled the craggy rooftops. Coming to an ancient path he had discovered in his many adventures he followed it to a small hidden vale. He brought with him 4 goblins, skilled in the use of stone and water.

There he built his house.

But it was no house that one might take notice of, it was roofless and without walls. With sorcery he threw up walls of air so that no wind, no tempest, storm or fog could bother him. Deep beneath his feet he poisoned the earth, hardening it so that no beast could crawl up from below. For a roof he cast out a net and captured the light of the moon and the warmth of the sun, and his vale knew only a temperature he cast. A dweomer he cast over it all, anchoring it to the rocky walls and made the whole reflect light so that any who might see it, from any direction, saw beyond it or around it and took no notice.

And so his House of Sorcery came to be.

He cleared a small patch of earth and cast runes into it, hardening it to stone. He rooted the stonework deep into the stone as tooth in bone; it turned black from his sorcery. He summoned water with another rune for he knew the goblins worked best with water as their tool. More runes he lay into the earth, and at the last the rune of mirrors; the portal opened, taller than intended and wider still. He commanded it then to open upon the words: Heiga ish Ea Tumna. He stepped through and cast another, so that he could see into other realms. With his sight he saw many things and he set to casting runes to cross into other realms.

His home became a place of twisted misery, begrimed corruption; a caliginous stain of groping evil, whose every thought rose unfettered of consequence, stripped to its uttermost ruin. It drew creatures from the edge of hate, and they ever lingered on the edge of his House of Sorcery seeking they knew not what.

~ Tales of Aihrde, Of Trigal and his House

Dragon Rider