Category: Blades in the Dark: Art

Second to last week of these critters and our game. They’ve been floating around our world for a while. Mostly as a source of creepy noises, some sort of urban adaptive species, and something to chase away from corpses during body discovery. I have liked describing their eyes glowing creepily in the reflected lamplight out in the dark in poor neighborhoods. Maybe waiting for someone small or weak to get lost or abandoned by the others..

..In short, been in a dark mood. Blades fits that well.

A fun, if slightly silly, session this week. Culminated in a street chase through the Nightmarket and under the rail tracks. I ran that using a handful of clocks, various set piece elements counting down or up, to try an simulate the obstacles. For example, mid-way through every failure brought the careening cabs closer to the pedestrian bridge that was being raised. When the clock filled the bridge was up and a couple of chasers went into the drink. I don’t even know where to start on the Heat for that one.

Anyhow, it pushed me to get to the cab-pulling goat mentioned in the book. I’ve grown to like these guys for the occasional tension breaking moment of levity before going right back into the ghost-filled cellar.

Our little Blades campaign is approaching its climax. Several factions are on the hunt for one mysterious spirit bottle. The standard gangs from the book, the sparkwrights and one nameless Spirit Warden. The bodies are piling up and our poor Slide got a bullet in the eye when he tried to sell out the group. I need to find more chaotic crime music. The “Peaky Blinders” Spotify station is mostly gloomy stuff.

Anyhow, here’s the Arcanomoth, it looks like some Mi-Go accidentally wandered into our Blades Universe, doesn’t it?

Next up in our little fan bestiary for Blades, the Coursing Bat! (our Hound’s pet is one named “Pyramus.”)

Reading this, you may wonder what an Arcanomoth is. Had to make them up on the fly during an exciting rooftop escape from Baz’s goons.

Two different parties of thieves were going for a mysterious spirit bottle known only as the Pretty Pearl, and one of those two parties got torn apart by eldritch butterflies. Such is life in Duskvol.

I blame too much scotch for the Planescape-pun name, and will attempt to draw the bugs next week.

Group was off this week, so by request, here’s my stab at the Leviathan.