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Hello, are you interested in mythology and folklore?

 
No not really

Of course I am, that's why I'm here

A great resource for finding myths is the Myths and Legends podcast. It is easily found on Spotify, as well as some other places.

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A great resource for finding myths is the Myths and Legends podcast. It is easily found on Spotify, as well as some other places.

 Thanks!

Completely unrelated, but I was doing some research and came across the Fext.

So, when it comes to the undead, Slavic lore is chock full of them (as can be expected of a major cultural crossroads, lol). And it never stops. They "love" the darn things.

I have an unusual challenge in that I need more kinds of undead for my new world. So, research (since I can't use anything from 1920 to 1980).

The Fext is a kind of Zombie, basically.  However, it can only be hurt by glass weapons.

Now, the origin of it is even more fun: it arises out of the Thirty Years' War (1618 to 1648). The original is immune to normal bullets and bayonets -- but can be killed by glass bullets.

Wanted to share because I love odd monsters and I also love monsters with peculiar quirks like that.

I am a nerd of folktales, norse myths, roman myths, greek myths, egyption myths, and some celtic myths.

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Completely unrelated, but I was doing some research and came across the Fext.

So, when it comes to the undead, Slavic lore is chock full of them (as can be expected of a major cultural crossroads, lol). And it never stops. They "love" the darn things.

I have an unusual challenge in that I need more kinds of undead for my new world. So, research (since I can't use anything from 1920 to 1980).

The Fext is a kind of Zombie, basically.  However, it can only be hurt by glass weapons.

Now, the origin of it is even more fun: it arises out of the Thirty Years' War (1618 to 1648). The original is immune to normal bullets and bayonets -- but can be killed by glass bullets.

Wanted to share because I love odd monsters and I also love monsters with peculiar quirks like that.

 Thanks for sharing. I have read about the Fext but forgot its name, so thanks for reminding me. 

They sound really interesting!

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I am a nerd of folktales, norse myths, roman myths, greek myths, egyption myths, and some celtic myths.

 Welcome, DoodleCrisp, you are now one of us!

Ghosts & Folklore of Wales with Mark Rees is another podcast that is pretty good. This one involves a lot of old Welsh culture and traditions, but he is good at finding sources and obscure tales. It is also on Spotify. 

Thanks! Anyone ever read the George o 'connor greek myth comics? they're absolutely phenomenal, with little cool notes at the back and stuff. I agree with his retelling.

Nearly all of my npcs and some of my characters are based on folklore

Rhoda(human warlock): cinderella

Ari steeltalon and Duke alexander (my favorite story, ask me about it): based roughly on Sir George and the dragon.

Stella and Kare: Snow white and rose red

etc

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Thanks! Anyone ever read the George o 'connor greek myth comics? they're absolutely phenomenal, with little cool notes at the back and stuff. I agree with his retelling.

 I have read a couple of his books. They are pretty good.

Indeed

There is a song called The Legend by Steve Cook that has an interesting history.

The song is about a series of monster sightings around Michigan. The monster was called the Dogman and the song does a good job of describing interesting, spooky encounters. I recommend the 2007 version.

All of it is fake of course. It was written for April Fools day but they decided it would be better if released around Halloween. 

What's weird is that once this song was released, a large amount of people came out claiming they had seen the monster described in the song. It sparked a whole monster hunting season where hunters went up to Michigan to stomp through the woods and try to catch a dog headed creature that walks on two legs. It quieted down eventually, but people still report sightings of the Dogman.

In the scrub desert where the cactus trees grow there lives a strange, feline critter, around the size and form of a bobcat or a lynx, the whole of its body covered in hair-like thorns and with stiff, sharp whiskers. Along its forelegs there is a sharp, blade-like razor, and the long, branching tail features an armory of small, deadly spines.

During the day, they will hide within a nest carved into one of the tall cactus trees, avoiding the harsh heat and resting up for their nocturnal efforts. At night, they will score a succulent with their forelegs, causing it to bleed sap, but will then leave it alone, A few nights later, they will return to it, and they will drink the juice of the succulent, becoming inebriated from this fermented succulent sap.

Once so inebriated, they will set up a cacophonous caterwauling that could last throughout the night, so discordant and disturbing as to deprive even the most desperate of a night's slumber and rest. Yet one daren't approach, for they are unafraid and hostile to anything that dares tread their territory, and will attack viciously, their coat hard and slick, their spines and spikes sharp and deadly, their speed astonishing and a marvel! They fear no scorpion, being immune to their sting, and will feast like a glutton should they find a nest of those.

And yet, despite this awesomely feral temperament, they are social creatures throughout their two to three decades of life, often mating for life. It is said that a Tom seeking such a Lass would find an unspoilt cactus tree and mark it, then wait until a lass came by to partake of the fermented product. If she was so amenable, she would allow him to do likewise and they would become inebriated together, their raucous festivities of even greater tempo and annoyance, and then so e few weeks later would produce a litter of blind, spikeless kits, whose growth would take but two season to finish.

A clowder of them can dominate a square mile, and these predacious pests are known to favor merchant paths and well traveled roads just for the sheer hubris of it.

That, my fellow academics, is what is called a Cactus Cat. Now it just so happens that I have a specimen over here...

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In the scrub desert where the cactus trees grow there lives a strange, feline critter, around the size and form of a bobcat or a lynx, the whole of its body covered in hair-like thorns and with stiff, sharp whiskers. Along its forelegs there is a sharp, blade-like razor, and the long, branching tail features an armory of small, deadly spines.

During the day, they will hide within a nest carved into one of the tall cactus trees, avoiding the harsh heat and resting up for their nocturnal efforts. At night, they will score a succulent with their forelegs, causing it to bleed sap, but will then leave it alone, A few nights later, they will return to it, and they will drink the juice of the succulent, becoming inebriated from this fermented succulent sap.

Once so inebriated, they will set up a cacophonous caterwauling that could last throughout the night, so discordant and disturbing as to deprive even the most desperate of a night's slumber and rest. Yet one daren't approach, for they are unafraid and hostile to anything that dares tread their territory, and will attack viciously, their coat hard and slick, their spines and spikes sharp and deadly, their speed astonishing and a marvel! They fear no scorpion, being immune to their sting, and will feast like a glutton should they find a nest of those.

And yet, despite this awesomely feral temperament, they are social creatures throughout their two to three decades of life, often mating for life. It is said that a Tom seeking such a Lass would find an unspoilt cactus tree and mark it, then wait until a lass came by to partake of the fermented product. If she was so amenable, she would allow him to do likewise and they would become inebriated together, their raucous festivities of even greater tempo and annoyance, and then so e few weeks later would produce a litter of blind, spikeless kits, whose growth would take but two season to finish.

A clowder of them can dominate a square mile, and these predacious pests are known to favor merchant paths and well traveled roads just for the sheer hubris of it.

That, my fellow academics, is what is called a Cactus Cat. Now it just so happens that I have a specimen over here...

 Ah, the Cactus Cat. One of my favorite Fearsome Critters.

You forgot to mention that humans have almost brought them to extinction. If someone goes out and follows the trail of slashed cacti, they can harvest the fermented, alcoholic sap fairly easily. This has deprived the poor critters there favorite form of nourishment and is the cause for their decline in population.

Now if you will just drop a buck or two in this collection box you will be helping us in our Cactus Cat conservation…

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In the scrub desert where the cactus trees grow there lives a strange, feline critter, around the size and form of a bobcat or a lynx, the whole of its body covered in hair-like thorns and with stiff, sharp whiskers. Along its forelegs there is a sharp, blade-like razor, and the long, branching tail features an armory of small, deadly spines.

During the day, they will hide within a nest carved into one of the tall cactus trees, avoiding the harsh heat and resting up for their nocturnal efforts. At night, they will score a succulent with their forelegs, causing it to bleed sap, but will then leave it alone, A few nights later, they will return to it, and they will drink the juice of the succulent, becoming inebriated from this fermented succulent sap.

Once so inebriated, they will set up a cacophonous caterwauling that could last throughout the night, so discordant and disturbing as to deprive even the most desperate of a night's slumber and rest. Yet one daren't approach, for they are unafraid and hostile to anything that dares tread their territory, and will attack viciously, their coat hard and slick, their spines and spikes sharp and deadly, their speed astonishing and a marvel! They fear no scorpion, being immune to their sting, and will feast like a glutton should they find a nest of those.

And yet, despite this awesomely feral temperament, they are social creatures throughout their two to three decades of life, often mating for life. It is said that a Tom seeking such a Lass would find an unspoilt cactus tree and mark it, then wait until a lass came by to partake of the fermented product. If she was so amenable, she would allow him to do likewise and they would become inebriated together, their raucous festivities of even greater tempo and annoyance, and then so e few weeks later would produce a litter of blind, spikeless kits, whose growth would take but two season to finish.

A clowder of them can dominate a square mile, and these predacious pests are known to favor merchant paths and well traveled roads just for the sheer hubris of it.

That, my fellow academics, is what is called a Cactus Cat. Now it just so happens that I have a specimen over here...

 Ah, the Cactus Cat. One of my favorite Fearsome Critters.

You forgot to mention that humans have almost brought them to extinction. If someone goes out and follows the trail of slashed cacti, they can harvest the fermented, alcoholic sap fairly easily. This has deprived the poor critters there favorite form of nourishment and is the cause for their decline in population.

Now if you will just drop a buck or two in this collection box you will be helping us in our Cactus Cat conservation…

 
*ahem* *tap tap* Is this thing on?

ok, so, um, well, it me, so naturally I wouldn't presume to speak tot he slow and steady deprivation of their most important resource across all the worlds! Why, on some orb in a sealed pocket dimension, the little varmints are nowhere near extinct! Indeed, I would be willing to bet that they would be most happy f they could find someone to take the poor things off their hands, so if you have a locale that is in need let me get you the contact information of a Diety.

She can be a bit irascible, but I am fairly certain you can find something to bribe her with...

Ever heard of the Iwana Bozu? (I think I spelt it right)

If you ever decide to go fishing, don’t catch more fish than you need. And especially don’t throw poison in the water to kill the fish just because it will be easiest. If you do, a priest might approach you and kindly ask you to go home and stop destroying the environment. If you don’t listen, the priest will calmly walk away… and return in the form of a giant fish ready to give his life for his pond.

Not many seem to notice that the priest has the wet skin, wide, watery eyes, and finned hands and feet of a fish.

That is a very environmentally friendly myth!

Got to love the ancient Japanese conservationist fish priest.