Every sculpt has a story
TALES AND STORIES
Over the years I have had a passion for story telling from sweet bedtime stories to dark tragedies, here on the Story Blog you can see the stories I create with more coming whenever I have a new idea!
THE LOST CITY OF KEL
Mighty civilisations stand to this day but none compare to the first great civilisation, the ancient city of Kel.
A once tall and advanced society is now a lost relic buried beneath the desert wastes.
The rest of the world had only emerged from their caves while the Kel were already in their stride. They were tall beautiful people with pale skin and silver hair, they had already discovered the cures to all known diseases and lived prosperous in the centre of a vast desert. Because they were so xenophobic and didn’t trust outsiders and feared their pure and divine genetics being at risk they built a colossal lead dome around the city, nothing could get in, not even sunlight, they hated sunlight because their pale skin was incredibly sensitive.
Hide. From the rest of the world they manufactured ancient technology to make life in the city more convenient. But their greatest achievement were the automaton sentries they names ‘Banbi’s’ these robots were brass plated drones that lived to serve their Kel masters, they patrolled the streets, helped in homes and most importantly they kept peace and made sure no passing monsters could break into the city, their technology was built to protect the Kel by scanning the genetic structure of a being and if they were classified as a hostile entity the Banbis wouldn’t think twice about attacking.
The Kel prospered greatly in their mighty abode, they had everything they could ever need, until the great change. A family walked down the paved street, a Banbi patrol drifted last and looked at the playful child, it coldly stated “YOU HAVE BEEN IDENTIFIED AS A HOSTILE ENTITY”. The shocked family froze and stared at the robot, the father sharply snapped “What did you say?”, the Banbi replied “YOU HAVE BEEN IDENTIFIED AS A HOSTILE ENTITY”. The child hid behind her mother while the father angrily shouted “How dare you! You must be broken if you think you can speak to your masters like that!” But again the Banbi replied will “YOU HAVE BEEN IDENTIFIED AS A HOSTILE ENTITY” but travelled its weapons under its brass shell, the father gasped with a look of fear and the family cowered back, without a second to spare the robot began shooting violently over and over again until the once carefree family lay on the ground cold and lifeless.
Inside the grand hall of the Kel leaders, a storm of aggressive arguing thundered across the room, head scientists and politicians were furious questioning how their loyal and trusting Banbi servants could suddenly start killing their masters. The emperor of the Kel spoke out and shouted “I want answers! How has this happened, you made the Banbi so they would protect the Kel forever!” To which the head of the science division replied cautiously with “They still protect the Kel, its not their fault, its us!”
A silenced hall looked fearful at the scientist as he continued, “We have been so arrogant in how pure our genetics are, we have outlived every plague and famine that faced us, but a new plague is slowly taking our people, its destroying our perfect genetics and changing us, the Banbi are loyal, they simply see us as something else.”
Shocked gasps filled the room, “So what can we do?” asked the emperor nervously, the plans bag and to develop in order to save the city.
The great plan was to lock the Bambis away and put them to sleep for 100 years, while they slept the Kel would be safe and the scientists could search for a cure, but they never did.
40 years later there was a terrible incindent, the alarm to wake the Banbi up 100 years later had malfunctioned and woke them up 60 years early, when they re-emerged to the city they once served they found it was inhabited by hideous mutated beings, some had strayed growing craggy crimson skin, had started growing claws, and slowly looking their sanity. The city was now a bloodbath, vile half monsters were fleeing from the robot protecters, the Banbi didn’t even realise they were slaughtering the masters they once served. The Kel managed to escape by burrowing beneath the city tunnelling their way through to make a new life, but thousands of years in the dark even deeper caused the, to fully progress into their monster forms, they have no humanity left. They are violent raging beasts that have no memory of the once great people they were.
As for the Banbi, they carry on their daily jobs, they patrol the streets, the power the city, they maintain order, but their masters are nowhere to be seen, they still don’t know that they chased their once proud arrogant masters into hiding even deeper below the city.
To this day the city of Kel is buried deep below the sands of a desert wasteland and even deeper than that lives the vile creatures who once ruled it.
THE BEAUTY SNATCHER
In my world far to the south east in the bad lands stands a dead woodland shrouded in darkness, old fleshy webs hang down off the branches, beneath the old forest lay miles and miles of underground silky tunnels, a hideous being roams the tunnels, a primordial demon, a survivor and the last of its kind, it’s called Beau-daaal, people in the old world dare not speak its name they call it “the beauty snatcher”, it has two faces, one that speaks and looks like a divine male face with makeup on the top, and below a shrunken shrivelled face it used to use before it made its new pretty face, Both attached to a hideous mangled giant spider body,
It spent millennia collecting the treasures and artefacts of the world trying to find the most beautiful things to horde but the treasures and jewels of the world never interested it.
he is a lover of the human form, Mainly beautiful humans, he sees them as a fine piece of art that he must add to his collection, when he travels the world he takes the form of a man in drag in a robe covered in make up and jewellery with a feminine voice, he looks for people who he considers beautiful and will constantly comment on how pretty they are, if your self conscious and don’t like your appearance you may stand a chance, because if he compliments you and you thank him, you’ve basically just allowed him to carry you off, if you ignore his compliments and keep saying your not pretty he will get bored and move on.
But if you thank him, he has all he needs to track you later and take you back to his lair, like a flash he brings you back, preserves you in stasis so you can never age and binds you in web on the walls of his caves, he has people in there for so many different ages and he keeps them like a collector does with art, he can’t help but touch them and feel their smooth clear skin or their long silky hair and be proud of his finds, there is a way to ward him off, he has a fascination with fire, he’ll stare at it for a few seconds and admire it if you want to distract him, or if you want him to run away and hide, always carry a mirror, and hold it at a low angle to him, beau-daaal can never resist looking in the mirror and if you hold it at a certain angle he can see his old ugly face and flinches and shrieks, you can hear him crawling away screaming “I hate you, I want you to die and leave me alone” it’s his curse that he can never get rid of his old ugly face and it’s the only reminder of his true ugliness.
THE COURT OF SPIDERS
Okay so imagine every spider you ever stepped on, tore its legs off or magnified, now imagine that every where you walk something below the surface is following you hearing the screams of the spiders on your undersole, when whatever is following you feels the time is right it leaps out from under the ground and pulls you down, you feel multiple long hairy appendages grip tightly around you, in this dark twilight of terror it’s endless underground tunnels, loads of large hideous multi limbed creatures crawl over you down the tunnel when the one begins to spin you into a cocoon of strong unbreakable silk, the smell is horrific and the sounds turn the stomachs, as your carried down the dark tunnels chilling feelings shoot down your spine as you can hear your captors give off a constant clicking sound as if their mouths are clattering together.
Your eventually dragged into a colossal opening, the walls of this huge cave are coated in the same sticky silk, all over you can see endless moving as these huge creatures pile up above each other to get a better view of you, you can hear a hissing sound as your brought to the centre, when you look up you can see a huge even bigger female creature looking down at you, an endless stream of fluid and noxious form drips from her fanged mouth hole and her fangs and pincers start to clash against each other, in her loud hissing whisper like voice she announces the court of spiders is now in session, she reads out the charges that you have caused against spider kind, stepping on spiders until their organs burst out, magnifying them cruelly, tearing their legs off one by one, the jury which are all around you are all hissing “guilty”, the empress then announces that your punishment will be fitting to your crimes, the drones carry you off with the endless clicking of angry and eager spiders, maybe they will tear your legs off, or maybe they will push on your body so hard your guts will shoot out out your head.
THE RED MONARCHY
During the dark ages across A distant land above the ruling classes was an even higher monarchy called the red monarchy, they were spread across The land in their own palaces and castles, they were made up of a race called “the Vanaal” they were tall pale beautiful beings with slightly pointed ears and dark eyes, they lived longer and took advantage over the humans who saw them as god like royalty, the vanaal took liberties with the humans exploiting their resources and delacacies.
One thing the vanaal obsessed over were the stars and the night sky, they loved them so much to a point where they slept all day and rose at night, danced, held grand balls and made love under the night sky, over the years they refused to taint their purity by interbreeding with humans so they resorted to slight inbreeding, over time they grew sad and depressed that they would not live long enough to reach a time where they could finally touch the stars, they also began to grow paranoid that the humans would one day rebel, so they planned a way to extend their life and reach immortality.
The resorted to human sacrifice, occasionally they would pull aside an attractive youthful human and drain them of blood and drink it, they believed the blood would help them love forever, eventually they grew addicted and relied on human blood pulling in more and more humans and drinking blood endlessly, one day the humans started to realise what had happened and stormed the palaces and castles across the land and found them held up surrounded by corpses but they were no longer the beautiful divine beings they once knew, they were scrawny sharp toothed rabid creatures that’d pulled their long silky hair out and grown talons, the humans hunted the vanaal killing as many as possibly but some managed to escape and flee into the endless woods across the world, over centuries they’ve changed even more into tall hideous creatures with fur, huge ears, long fangs, webbed fingers that resembled wings.
The only thing that remains of their sanity is that they rise at night and sleep by day, they still have a fascination with the stars and hunt at night fall when they are shown
THE BURNT ISLES
In my world, cut off from the main continent land mass far out in the middle of the spoiled ocean lies a string of islands call the burnt isles, they were covered in thick volcanic ash and smog and sulphur and methane, the locals from there were humans called the Sekta, they were pretty much like normal humans except they’d been on the islands for so long that their respiratory system was different so they wore the suits constantly for when they left the isles for work if they were in an oxygen rich atmosphere without sulphur and methane in it they get sickness and feel delirious without it, the sektas entire society and culture is based around engineering, welding, and metal work but mostly mining, they were known across the world for having the best mines and skills around, people on the continent wanted sekta miners over for their level of expertise and skill, they produced sekta steel which was so valuable with its uses only the sekta themselves knew how to shape and smelt it properly, centuries before the sekta and the continent were allied and as a token of friendship the sekta offered the outer islands to the outsiders for them to mine for their resources, but the outsiders were stupid and greedy and abused the outer islands and dug too deep and too recklessly which caused the outer islands to sink into the ocean, the sekta were so furious they banished all outsiders from the islands, they could not work or mine or even set foot on the island unless it was completely necessary, so to the present day the sekta are incredibly xenophobic to outsiders believing their way is the only way, hence why people on the continent think they are so logical and cold, because they can’t grow anything on the islands they still commence trade with the continent for resources like food and medicine but nothing more than work and trade, never social, to a point where sekta miners and engineers are asked to come to the continent for work. A lot of people on the continent who have to work with them describe them as being ignorant and incredibly difficult to work with because they don’t have respect for outsiders, and because they never show their faces and constantly wear their protective respiratory suits no one has seen a sekta face in centuries to the point where people have made up slurs and urban myths that sekta are really insect men under their suits, so to this day the sekta still have a hatred for people from the continent