Creatures of FASA

FASA 365 Day 194, Alvum Conscientia Fungorum (Hive Mind Mushroom) for 1879,

A Self-aware, organism.

Mistakes were made.

It was dismissed as any other mushroom, growing in the forest. Where the light is dim, and the humidity is favorable to fungus growth.

The Cooks assistant, Private Kitridge, tried to pick one. It released its spores, before it was harvested. The assistant then inexplicably “changed his mind” about that particular mushroom and began to pick the smaller, normal looking species.

Shortly after returning from the forest, the assistant was heard, mumbling “Leave me be” between coughing fits. A dull expression on his face. Private Kitridge died two days later. Apparently from a “unidentified” lung infection.

After the funeral, the cook, Sgt. Major Wills, went himself into the forest, and found the same mushroom patch. Harvesting the normal looking mushrooms he inadvertently picked up a smaller of the Alvum Conscientia, that was wedged in a clump of moss. Hidden and attached to the other “button” mushrooms. The whole clump dropped into a bag before it could release its spores.

Upon returning to his kitchen, and discovering the odd looking mushroom in his pack; he asked one of the locals, a Saurid Guide, who was hanging around the kitchen, if he knew

anything about the odd looking mushroom.

The guide, immediately covered the deadly little fungus in a wet dish rag that was lying nearby. The dish rag seemed to move slightly and quiver as the little mushroom released its deadly spores.

Pointing at the, now still, dishrag, The Saurid Guide quoted the dead Private Kitridges’s warning. “Leave it BE!”

After a quick telling of how the Saurid tribes learned to never pick, burn, or do ANYTHING. to the Alvum Conscientia. Just, “Leave it be”.

Upon further guidance from our Saurid friend, Private Kitridge was exhumed from his grave inside the fort. Evidence of mushroom growth already forming from his open caved in chest cavity. He was then summarily re buried next to the Mushroom patch that had claimed his life.

Sgt. Major Wills, gave the Largest of the Fungorum in the patch, a “nick name” or “honorary rank” of Major. Major Mushroom. Saluting the old gnarled fungus, he spoke to it, and said “Take care of the boy, he’s in your charge now”

He then, with full military decorum, did an about face and walked away.

One month after the transfer of the body, a new “member” of the Conscienctia Fungorum ranks sprouted from the still newly dug grave.

Horrifyingly, bearing an uncanny resemblance to the unfortunate Private Kitridge.

FASA 365 Day 192, Ravus Aranea (Grizzly Spider) 20-25ft. Venomous from all muzzle fangs, both minor and major sets.
It does spin a web… of sorts. Strong enough to ensnare and stop a charging bull moose, It sprays its webbing rather than spinning. When it urinates, of course.
Unlike a spider, the Ravus Aranea, does not suck the blood from its victims. It devours its prey. Powerful jaws sever and crush the muscle, tendon, and bone. And the stomach acids are some of the most corrosive ever recorded.
Leaving only one question: With 10 legs, not 8, as a standard arachnid; does the Ravus Aranea truly count as a spider?

Artists Note: How’s THIS big hairy spider fit in the Spider-verse?

FASA 365 Day 190, Rag n’ Bone Man. Dark Fae. For the 1879 Game line.
For some time now, in the cities and towns of England; there are the Rag n’Bone men.
Think door to door pick up and disposal of the broken, un needed, and un wanted things in the home.
Garbage men? Ok, but not the everyday garbage. They do not deal in refuse or slop… that’s a different guy.
ANYWAY… Parents have been known to keep their children in line by Telling the tale of the terrible Rag N’Bone Man, with the warning.
“If you don’t start mindin’ me, I’m gonna give you away to the “Rag n’ Bone Man”. He will work you night and day, and whip you to sleep every night.”
Well, this led to terrifying screams whenever one of these harmless junk dealers would drive his cart through the streets.
Children dashing behind their mothers skirts, Clinging to them for dear life. Begging.
“PLEASE, Mummy, don’t give me away to the Rag n’ Bone Man!!”
Well, when magic came back to the world, so did THE ORIGINAL “Rag N’Bone Man” A Dark Fae creature who is the basis of the dark and ancient wives tale. Dealing particularly in naughty little children. Never leaving until they get what they came for.
So, Mothers and Fathers, be warned, do not threaten your children idly or the next words you hear may be, “Rag N’Bone Man mum. I’m here for the child.”