A Suburb of Infinigrad: The Angel's Burial Ground. Part 2: Stocked Buildings.

Continuing on from this post giving an overview, here is the suburb fully stocked. Enjoy your visit to The Angel's Burial Ground.

The Angel's Burial Ground: 

Note: These descriptions are in a semi draft state. They will be given a once over and edit in the near future when I put the entire suburb post series into a single PDF. 

1. 6 storey Graveyard. The decorated corpses of muscular and armed angels line the entry, a scintillating dust or fog billows out of the upper storey windows. Lower storeys are devoted to the storage of angel heroes and warriors of the past, guarded by Halfhere Angels. Upper storeys are ritual chambers for the preservation of angel corpses. Euxalis the Treator, a halfhere angel,with a suit of armour like a flowing steel robe, oversees operations. Mystical chemicals are well stocked and well protected here. Also here, the corpses of some of history’s most important angels – treasures in corpse form.
2. 5 storey Inn/Hotel. A converted medical supplies warehouse. Ancient bathtubs serve as beds, lining the cavernous rooms of the hotel. Bardox, an angel, runs the hotel but devotes the top floor to stockpiling untreated dead angels, which he sells to Halfhere Angels whenever he is low on gold. He serves ancient dust serums scavenged from the building to help guests sleep (sometimes forever). A whole unexplored basement exists beneath the hotel, stocked with ancient medical technology. Members of The Diggers are also down their willing to kill and rob any one who gets in the way of their spelunking.
3. 8 storey Air Utility. A wall-less tower devoted to the whispering winds of the suburb. Stairs and balconies and open chambers proliferate up this skeletal building. Pilgrims from all over Infinigrad whisper and pray to the winds, silently begging for a reply. A contingent of The Protectors of the Wind ensures the sanctity of the tower is maintained. The higher up the tower one goes, the wealthier the pilgrim they encounter, the top floor being filled with wealthy merchants and princelings accompanied by their retinues.
4. 2 storey Gang Occupation. The outside walls of this decaying bathhouse are conspicuously bereft of angel corpses. Some are even smashed to pieces nearby the entryway. This is the clubhouse of The Diggers. The bottom floor is devoted to makeshift dirt graves of deceased angels. Gang members injecting themselves with ancient, scavenged dust of unknown properties. The Swimmer wallows in bath chambers on the upper storey, regaling his gang members from behind thick curtains with stories of treasures hidden around the suburb. The Swimmer hoards a cache of powerful ancient dust.
5. 7 storey Surgeon/Doctor. A cloudy white marble tower, sealed tight with locked iron doors. This is a storehouse of ancient sanatorium medical knowledge, valuable books locked behind metal cages and guarded by a contingent of The Protectors of the Wind. The ground floor is devoted to Halfhere Angels researching and practicing the knowledge recovered. Duxitis the Doctor and his team do a passable job of treating the sick and injured that come to the tower. Patients are interrogated through a slit in the iron front doors before they are admitted. No guarantee is given.  The upper levels of the tower are replete with medical marvels from eons ago.
6. 4 storey Library. A red marble building, decorated with smiling gargoyles. A library, open to the public but patrolled The Protectors of the Wind, filled with books documenting every medicinal or recreational dust. They are written in an ancient language though, and most books have not been translated. The huge spectacled angel Hippox leads the translation team. She currently requires samples to accelerate her work. She suspects these samples to be hidden in the basement of Building 2.
7. 8 storey Bank. Imposing and rotund black tower, swelling and circular. Angels with black capes and cage like black iron helmets (AC 14, d6HD@d8) guard the building with cruel looking spears (d10). Even more guards proliferate inside the building where angels behind black alters framed by black columns receive deposits for the vaults upstairs. Cagx the Eyeless runs the bank, and is always willing to take those willing into his unlit office where he will offer gold in exchange for rumours. Cagx is always on the lookout for an investment opportunity.
8. 7 storey Workshop of Mental Labour. Silvery and gold veined marble, reinforced with curved metal arches, clouds of white dust billow from the window. Herex the Planner, a tame storm angel, oversees workers. They are constructing plinths and decorations for angel corpses using the marble and rare stone from the purple mountains. Herex has been perfecting her statue carving skills, and has several perfectly formed angel statues that would pass as angel corpses hidden in tower. Creating and owning such things is punishable by death by the Halfhere angels.  
9. 6 storey Augmentation Workshop. Black marble tower, covered in dead creeping woody vines. Bunches of dead trunks and branches overflow from balconies and windows. Augmentation workshop run by Petron the Wood Witch, the halfhere angel. She has complicated metal hands and cluster growths of green, pulsing sacks all over her body. She uses the long dead trees found in her building to power her augmentations in some necromantic wood rituals of her own devising. Use the automated augmentation generator found at: https://lizardmandiaries.blogspot.com/2018/10/automated-fantasypunk-augmentation.html and assume all augmentations are made of the following base material: Vines, flowers, leaves and mushrooms - bubbling and bursting forth from soothed perfumed flesh. Will tend towards intoxication. A foul undead grove is ungrowing in the upper levels of the tower.   
10. 4 storey Small Trade Goods. Out of place circular, semi-crumbling, lime stone tower. Calcified and re-enforced with milky and sandy crystal growths. The top of the tower sprouts an enormous, mushroom like, quartz crystal growth. Nixazia the Salted, an angel covered in crystal growths of yellow and orange, sells her crystals at a fair price. Her staff of angel workers are beginning to crystallize like her. Nixazia’s basic green crystals dissolve in water and heal the drinker (d6 HP). Blue crystals have the opposite effect. Weirder crystals exist in her stock, but she only sells these to those she likes. A portal to the lower realms exists within the mushroom head of the building. It spews out crystal clusters and is the source of mutation to the building and inhabitants.
11. 1 storey Dungeon entrance. A squat, square building. Constructed of rude blocks of black stone, girded with rusted iron bars. Giants of decayed, hole-filled iron line the walls and guard the rust encrusted door. The double door is closed tight with a skull sized lock. The giants are costumed in an ancient style of armour, furs and slabs of plating. Within, a many levelled dungeon spirals downwards, inhabited by naked and pale chained giants. These impossibly scarred creatures are seemingly immortal, impervious to damage and ageless. Eons of solitary confinement has made them imbecilic with rage. The giants guard a necrobiological laboratory that snakes out beneath many of the suburbs of Infinigrad. Evidence of nefarious experimentation upon the Sanitoriums residents is plentiful but the necrobiologists are long gone. Exhilarating and deadly mutagens abound, as does slithering horrors that have too long feasted on those foul reagents.
12. 2 storey Temple. Endless opaque drapery hangs from the long balconies of this wide building. Open arches replace walls, drapery billowing between them. Here the High Priestess Libana, is often seen floating through walls, her eyes constantly streaming ectoplasm. This temple to the The Half There One opens up to an impressive view of the city below from the enormous balconied western wall. Worshipers wrap themselves in silk and gauze then sit for hours, often beginning to levitate or seep into the floor. While security is non-existent, the temple is not a target of thieves – as anything stolen from here has the annoying habit of fading out of existence after d6 days. There is two of this building, a blessing brought on by the temple’s patron deity. Roll a d6 on each visit: 1-2) The two buildings, their contents and population are replicated identically in each buildings, each a mirror image of the other. 3-4) One of the buildings is a mass of swirling fog, mirroring the other, but dissipating on approach. 5-6) Each building is simply a swirling mass of fog, unable to be visited by those of the faith at this time.
13. 3 storey Store, magical/useful miscellanies. White marble church, in ostentatious arches and spires, once a home of a long forgotten deity. Surges of lightning sporadically run along the columns of the building’s exterior. Inside lightning powered contraptions (lights, item carriers, gauges, sensors and other novelties) are sold, constantly moving and sparking. Constax the Wingless, the storm angel, is inventor and salesperson. He ever sparks electricity to power his contraptions – much to the detriment of his health. Exploded and burnt out contraptions choke the floors.  Constax’s masterpiece, a summoner of lightning golems, is secured in the basement.
14. 10 storey Residential, run down. A tree formed of angel exquisitely lines the exterior of this green marble tower. Inside, disrepair rows of apartments are populated by angels. They all work in the surrounding suburb. An infestation of ghostly figures wafts in from building 12, as does outbreaks of miniature ball lighting from building 13. A secretive handful of residents are members of the gang’s The Diggers and The Keepers of Secrets.
15. 10 storey Store, magical/useful miscellanies. A blue marble tower, chipped and crumbling, displays of ancient, rusting weapons are bolted to the walls. For sale are healing dusts scavenged from around the sanatorium, alongside powerful hypodermic doses with the ability to bring back the recently deceased too. Stutius the Scavenger, a storm angel covered in black wrappings and padded slippers, keeps his store in disarray. Patrons are confronted with piles of old scavenged needles and medical implements. An infestation of Scaled Men haunt the upper levels – Statius has trapped them with barricades.
16. 2 storey Large trade goods. Empty glass and iron contraptions, linked by thick gold cabling, hang from the second story of the building – rotting and rusted.  Caldrons, mortars and pestles, of all, colours, material and size are sold here. Made from the stones extracted from the purple mountains. Sebax the Fat, an enormous angel, barks orders to his slave like staff from a gilded throne in the centre of his showroom. Sebax has similar chain gangs of slaves working in his workshops and his mines – they are all pining for a rebellion.
17. 6 storey Utility, magical. An obsidian tower, gutted of walls. Stairs and balconies and open chambers proliferate up this skeletal building. The squirming, writhing curves of the building have the appearance of worms and snakes. The tower appears abandoned. Those that enter and mount the stairs are often pushed to their death by vengeful winds, those that survive tell of the gods whispering horrific things to them. Dark arcane truths and secrets, slithered from the lips of the lowest depths, can be heard here.
18. 3 storey Workshop of physical labour. Squat, square building of light orange marble, replete with crumbling faux foliage carved within the walls. The scent of worked metal and grease is in the air. Clanging can be heard drifting from the windows. Satrex the Club, a storm angel, operates a metal smithing workshops whose main commission is crafting Wind Whisperer Helmets for The Protectors of the Wind in building 22.  Magic weapons and armours, prototypes of Satrex’s creative smithing, are squirrelled away throughout the building.  
19. 8 storey Utility, transportation. Piles of dusty crushed marble and stone clog the entry to this craggy, stone tower. Rusted frames of behemothic mining machines, piles of ore and digging equipment tumble in piles around the great chambers of the building. Grand stair cases lead down into ancient mines that spread beneath the suburb, eventually connecting with the purple mountains and the dungeon in building 11. Wingless, albino angels haunt these mines  – mindless from years of darkness. Viazor the Ancient, angel, oversees security of the defunct building with a contingent of The Protectors of the Wind. This group has stockpiled a variety of scavenged treasures from the mines over the years, and stores them on the 8^th storey.
20. 5 storey Major gang occupation. A sharp and angular building of square columned black marble. Thick carpets of dark cloth are nailed to the exterior floor and walls. A miasma of silence spreads from the dark windows and doors. The wingless, armoured and infected angels of The Keepers of Secrets jealously guard the deathly calm of their building – attacking any who cause disorder nearby. Inside many dozens of the gang membership pore over documents in total silence, old notes, maps and books. Somewhere inside, their leader holds ancient scraps with the scribbled cure to the spreading scales infection.
21. 10 storey Augmentation store. A harsh, geometric tower of dark grey marble. Its corners and curves are bolted with large strips of tarnished bronze. A large mound of discarded and largely useless medical equipment atrophies at the entrance. Georgius the Bulging, a giant muscle-encased angel, applies experimental augmentations for a low price here. His wings are atrophied, tiny and useless, feathers falling off. His store is a tangle of recovered sanatorium equipment, jury rigged up to run along the walls. These all are tuned to make Georgios stronger and larger. Use the automated augmentation generator found at: https://lizardmandiaries.blogspot.com/2018/10/automated-fantasypunk-augmentation.html and assume all augmentations are made of the following base material: Stringy, stretchy ectoplasm that phases, shimmers and pulses in and out of reality. Will tend towards the manipulation of form. A community of poverty stricken angels inhabits the upper storeys of the tower. Additionally, Georgius Has recovered/stolen and hidden pieces of preserved corpse from some of the biggest/most musclebound angels to have lived. He often incarnates matter from these corpse parts into his experiments.
22. 5 storey Order keeper occupation. The marble walls of this building is infested with half embalmed angels, their limbs, torsos or heads calcified to the exterior. They are all dead or dying, the untreated parts of their body rotting. The parts of the building that are visible are a tan marble slithered with gold geometric veins. This is the headquarters of The Protectors of the Wind, a large contingent of them gaurds the front of the building and tends to those they are punishing on the walls. Their leader Viaxtor, broods inside, wearing his oversized, bird cage-like helmet. He is ever plotting the destruction of both the Halfhere angels and the Storm angels – who he deems as abominations. His troops around him are mostly resting in opulent chambers. The protectors have done well for themselves. Rich from extortion and pilfering. The top storey is filled with a coven of chained Halfhere angels performing the gruesome punishment rituals on those the protectors deem criminals.
23. 10 storey Temple.  A tower of the rough bare craggy purple stone of the mountains. A swirl of rocks floats like a cloud around the top floor. Surges of electricity sparks along the exterior walls. Temple to Skavala the agitated. Very agitated storm angels lurk around the entrance, keening for a fight. Inside, dozens of storm angels are dancing widely and or resting, panting. An aggressive orgy sprawls over the two top floors.  Megarox The Chained Priestess, a storm angel whose body is composed half of lightning, is held on the fifth floor. A thick cloud spreads from her, drenching the whole floor in rain. Though chained, her consciousness often leaves her body – an angel of pure lightning – to fly wildly about the mountains. She inadvertently guards two skull sized gems, “The Eyes of The Mountains”.
24. 5 storey Food store. A black and red marble building, craggy, smoky and imposing. A suspicious looking gaggle of rich angels titters nervously near the entrance. They shuffle off if approached.  Inside, Vertranois The Corpulent, sells produce from the mountains. Winged creatures, mushrooms , hard berries are displayed on half empty shelves. This is a front for Vertranois’s more lucrative business of selling fresh angel flesh. This a cannibalistic delicacy of alleged invigorating properties. Dead angels hang on hooks in ice filled upper rooms. A devoted following of feasters streams in daily to the store from Building 25.
25. 8 storey High security residential, A round, plump marble tower, decorated with gilded carriages from another era, strung up along the exterior walls. Well decorated and roomy apartments are protected by a live in contingent of The Protectors of the Wind. A high percentage of the residents are portly to the extreme, accompanied by an unnatural  porcelain white complexion. These angels are regularly committing cannibals, supplied angel flesh from building 24. Other mutations stemming from this sin are; the overgrowth of wings, formation of oozing halos and feinting spells.
26. 10 Storey Surgeon/Doctor.  A wreck of a building, half eroded back into the craggy mountains behind it. Walls, ceilings and floors are often missing from this architectural carcass. A crazed human bodifcation wizard, Agwa the Horned, haunts the building. His tortured form, all twelve feet of twisted muscle, bone and horns, is his work. He experiments on himself, augmenting his magic with scavenged sanatorium medicinal magic items. Despite his appearance he is a master healer of the humanoid form. He will often provide this service for free just for the joy of seeing a body set right.  He does ever need more experimental materials though and would happily co-experiment on those willing.
27. 1 storey Entertainment venue. Squat, low building of. blue marble. Curved to resemble the tentacles of an octopus, the head of which is emerging from the top of the building. Wet  foot prints come and go from the building. Inside a great central pool and naked angels r receiving massages from some groaning contraptions made to resemble a levanthic octopus. Its skin is rubbery. The changerooms are replete with the discarded belongings of the swimmers.
28. 6 storey Bar/café. Pale green marble tower, the bottom of which has clearly been burnt several times. Many of its curving arches are chipped, broken, or crumbling in heaps of rubbl. Drunken angels of all types sit on green marble tables spread around entryway, they jeer at the scaled men behind the cage of The Foul Scale Lake. Here is served a pink frothy beer - made of mushrooms within the mountains, it is quite strong. The tavern features exquisite and ancient interior architecture, some of it quite ruined from many nights of bawdy partying. Agnelia, the red eyed angel, runs this establishment. She is quick to throw out any one who revels too hard. A retinue of red robed angels, armed with two-handed swords, see to her wishes. The upper storeys serve as accommodation for the more wealthy patrons – the buildings elder opulent glory is preserved here.
29. 1 storey Ornamentation store. A round hut of  wood planks and marble chunks, leaning against the side of building 28. Inside Heraculos , an angel covered in thick plates of metal (bizarre scavenged armour of his own design), sells trinkets and jewellery scavenged from around the sanatorium. Most of his stock is junk but there is a 10% chance of anything bought being a somewhat magic item. Heraculos is completely up front and honest about this fact – he offers no guarantees.
30. 2 storey Store, general supplies. Ramshackle wooden building built up against the walls of a stronger, taller marble building. A filthy general store. Rats openly parade the shelves, often blatantly feasting on stock. Porb the Dodge, Human, sells everything you would find on a basic inventory list – except more expensive and broken. Porb’s wife and kids live on the second floor and he loves them very much.
31. 3 storey Dustery. A base of red marble, decorated with a twisting blue marble flowers. Inebriated angels stumble in and out of the generous entry archways – dodging things that aren’t there. A variety of smoking dusts are available, derived from boiled down scavenged medicinal supplies. Large tables with inbuilt smokers seat 6. Miniscule doses are provided by Valens the storm angel. She doles them out with her long, delicate bird-claws hands. These are either her real hands, or gauntlets – she refuses to say. A trove of dust cooking equipment and supplies bubbles away upstairs.
32. 9 storey small goods store. Storey high, curving cats are carved into this rotund, sandy coloured marble tower. Inside, a motley crew of storm angels are available for hire. They have no scruples. Bizarrely, a huge selections of beds are available for purchase – a thin veneer of a front for the mercenary operation. Justinix the Mystical, a green skinned demonoid shaman, organises the roster and blesses any who will accept. His deity is Eternity Claw The Grasper and its blessing brings a subdued and long burning blood lust. A room filled with mummified black hands festers on one of the higher stories. Wearing one as an amulet ensures orgasmic pleasure accompanies each victory in battle.

A Suburb of Infinigrad: The Angel's Burial Ground. Part 1: Overview, Landmarks and Populace.

The Angel’s Burial Ground (Mountaintop suburb of Infinigrad).

Map of the suburb. 

Overview of the suburb: 

The Angel’s Burial Ground is a converted sanatorium, sprawling alongside one of the last remaining mountain ranges not destroyed by Infinigrad endless expansion. Towers of multi-coloured marble, smooth finished and organic. A multitude of arches, round doors and windows. These are populated with angels, a raceoid fond of high places and clear air.

The suburb’s famous whispering winds are rumored to bring messages from the gods.  Pray and ask for guidance in high places here and you might hear a reply. Eons ago, patients and doctors alike would plead with the winds for cures. The winds can be violent though. Many have been sent over the edge of their place of prayer into oblivion from a powerful gust. It is assumed that those who suffered this fate asked questions that angered the gods.

When first visiting the streets of The Angel’s Burial Ground one might think them choked with a multitude of winged statues. These are in fact the calcified or crystal coated corpses of long dead angels. When death comes for angels their bodies are submitted to some secret ritual that preserves their perfect forms. Sometimes these are gilded, bejewelled and costumed but often they are left bare. Always they are used to decorate the streets and buildings of the suburb

Local Landmarks: 

The Stairs of Silk.

Once white marble public staircase hundreds of stairs high and wide enough for six men abreast. The huge bannisters are carved as to be flowing clothe and curtains. Great holes are bored into these bannisters and black iron chains are hung from them. Dead and dying beaked-men infested with black and grey scales wallow in these chains (AC 14, d6HD@d6, Claws: d4 x 2.). They plead to be released or claim they are doctors from clattering black beaks. They will lunge at any one who gets close enough and attempt to rend and devour their flesh.

The Stairs of Light. 

A dark purple marble public staircase hundreds of stairs high and wide enough for four men abreast. The railing is lined with tens of ornate lightning contraptions, sparking energy from the air around it and lighting the way up or down the stairs. Hung from these lanterns are a myriad of ancient necklaces, rotting and rusted. They appear to have once been magical but now drained of all power.

The Stairs Down The Mountain.

A dark purple marble public staircase that winds deep down into the bowels of the purple mountains. It is hundreds of stairs high and wide enough for two men abreast. The bannisters were once adorned with the engravings of fish and snakes, but this has been chipped away and destroyed over the eons. Dark rubble coats the stairs. d6 storm angels (AC14, d8@d6, An axe in each hand: d8 x 2) loiter on the stairs and generally don’t let anyone into their mountain roost without a good reason.

The Foul Scale Lake.

An enormous dome of wrought iron caging covers this black, scum-coated lake.  Branches of eon dead calcified trees poke out of the fetid water. Squirming through the water, trapped in their iron cage is an entire town of Scaled Men. Though the cage is all-encompassing, there are clear bends and breaks in the metal. The water of the lake drains into building 28, through a thick metal mesh, and back down the gullet of the mountains, where the cage terminates against the purple stone.

The Bridge of Healing.

This smashed and rotting bridge is contained within the cage of The Foul Scale Lake. It is engraved with the visage of uncountable happy, smiling and healthy faces. d20 Scaled Men lurk on the bridge, glaring at passer-by’s.

The Healer’s Statue.

A three storey colossus, the cage of Foul Scale Lake wrapped around its ankles. It is the figure of a masked doctor, medical tools in one hand, screaming infant in the other. Its base is crawling with d10 Scaled Men.

The Purple Mountains / The Purple Crags of the Storm Angels / Storm’s Roost.

A miniature mountain range of purple stone and skinny, needle sharp towers. The entire range is peppered with holes, caverns and tunnels – some hinting at crude architecture from an age ago. The range is infested with Storm Angels (the mountain tops), Scaled Men (the wet central caverns) and Filthy Gangsters (The bowels of the mountain that turns into a running river feeding nearby, lower suburbs).  

The Streets of the Suburb. : Broad cobblestones of eon stained multi-coloured marble. Piled against every building are the corpses of untold angels, decorated and grand. These line the external walls of most buildings too.

Local Populace:

A note on HD:

The HD for these beings in a dXHD@dX notation. This simply means rolling the first d to determine HD and roll the second type of die noted when determining the amount of hit points for said being. Each level of HD = +1 To Hit.

Neutral inhabitants:

The vast majority of the suburb’s population belong to the angelic raceoid.

Generic Angels: Annoyingly good looking, with contemptuous features and wings that allow them to fly short distances. AC 12, d4HD@d6, Dagger or Sword: d6. Wants: To live their life in peace and practice their profession, roll a d10: 1) Mind soother, 2) Calming Dust Cook, 3) Crystal Trader, 4) Scale Remover, 5) Dream recorder, 5) Dead Angel Cleaner, 6) Perfume mixer, 7) Public stairwell cleaner, 8) Cushion arranger, 9) Reliquary attendant, 10) Graveyard tender.

The duty of keeping order in the suburb falls to a martial group known as;

The Protectors of the Wind: Large, round helmeted angels. Elaborate sculpting exaggerates the mouth and ear pieces of their bulbous helmets, a very thin slit allows vision. Light weight robes of chainmail covers their bodies but still allows them to fly. AC 15, d8@d8, Spear: d10: Whispers on the Wind: The Protectors of the Wind can communicate over long distances to one another due to their connection to the wind, assisted with their elaborate helmets. The wind also whispers to them thigs that no one else could know. Wants: Order maintained in the suburb, all those that disrupt this are evicted via one of the public stairways leading into the suburb. Those infected with spreading scales will be chained to the stairs of silk and left to die.

Additionally, there are two mutated groups of angels that dwell in the suburb:

Halfhere Angels: These angels know the mysteries of turning a corpse to stone or crystal. This practice appears to shift some of their very being out of the physical realm and into the formless realm of death. They tend to be incredibly aloof and are fond of covering themselves in veils of shimmering opaque silk. AC 12, d6HD@d6, Scythe: d8. Search Soul: Can communicate with the endless spirits that haunt every living being to deduce much of a person’s history and personality. Wants: To preserve the corpse of every slain angel and protect the graveyards already created with their own lives.

Storm Angels: Wild angels that roost in the purple mountains of the suburbs. Their burning blue eyes often surge and spark with electricity, as does their blue tinged wings. They are just as likely to be naked, save for a covering of scars, as in ragged scraps of leather. AC14, d8@d6, An axe in each hand: d8 x 2. Summon Storm: Ability to summon a miniature yet buffeting and upsetting squall or cyclone around a target once a day. Wants: To clear out the scaled men and the filthy gangsters infesting the bowels of the mountain. Also the be struck by lightning as much as possible.

Dangerous inhabitants:

The Scaled Men: Ancient humanoids, perhaps at one point simply humans, covered in thick layers of black and grey scales. They have cruel hooked beaks and too long clawed fingers. They can just barely croak and clack words from their beaks. AC 14, d6HD@d6, Claws: d4 x 2. Spreading Scales: On receiving a wound from a scaled man, test CON at Advantage. If failure black and grey scales will begin to spread from the wound, eventually to cover the entire body. Other impacts of the curse are the growing of a beak which will make it harder and harder to talk and also grant the inability to die of old age. Wants: To discuss with other scaled men, in hisses and croaks, the pain they are inflicting on those not affected by the curse. Rumours:  These beings are the survivors of a plague that wiped out the original inhibitors of the sanatorium. Their curse was the only cure for the plague that killed everyone else. Some scaled men have progressed over thousands of years to become half or whole fish, and others have grown enormous with their undying affliction and lurk within the waters of the mountains.  

Two Angelic Gangs also prowl the suburb:

The Diggers: Pale skin drained of colour, blue veins clearly visible, noble clothes covered in a tessellating pattern (AC 11) and heavy iron shovels used as two handed clubs (d8).

• A gang of gruff disaffected angel youth, who vandalize preserved angel corpses at every opportunity. Will jeer and insult Halfhere angels whenever they sight one.
• Often fighting one another to prove who the toughest digger is.
• Offensively, they bury their dead in holes in the ground to let their forms simply decompose.    
• Led by a 1000 year old scaled man, The Swimmer (AC 20, 10HD@d20, Strangle and suffocate: d10) who lounges in an enormous bathtub with wheels, handles and curtains. He has about 10 layers of thick scales making his skin almost impenetrable. These have started to form into fins, giving him the slight impression of a whale. He abhors any one seeing his form, so keeps his bathtub curtains drawn.
• The Swimmer knows most of the secrets of the suburb, being an ancient patient or doctor of the sanatorium. He doles these out to his followers, who are fond of the caches of exhilarating dust he helps them find.
• Currently the gang is attempting to relocate The Swimmer to a hidden cavern in the purple mountains that houses a most calming natural hot spring.

The Keepers of Secrets: Stern blue metal face masks, wings dyed an electric green, gold hued bronze chest plates and chainmail skirts (AC 15) and gleaming flamberge (d10). 

• Beneath their all-covering armour, all members of The Keeper of Secrets are infected with spreading scales. They are utterly ashamed of this and taken vows of silence to ensure no one finds out the truth.
• Their nameless leader has found a cache of healing dust that keeps the scales at bay. This is used incredibly sparingly to stop the scales from spreading across members wings, which will reveal their shame.
• Some members have had their wings removed, the scales spreading their before it could be treated. Members also painfully saw off their beaks when they develop, to ensure they can keep wearing their facemasks. This helps with the vow of silence.
• Recently, the nameless leader found documentation within the notes of an ancient doctor that a permanent cure for the scales exists. It is allegedly stowed away beneath the Healer’s statue in the Foul Scale Lake.  

5 Angelic Gangs of Infinigrad

Here are 5 quick angelic gang chassis to use (Angelic is a raceoid in Guild Dogs - these aren't actual angels). Combine this with:

• The gang's profession, goals and culture: https://lizardmandiaries.blogspot.com/2018/12/gangs-of-infinigrad-part-1-professions.html
• A visual quirk (For each member, all members, or the gang leader): https://lizardmandiaries.blogspot.com/2019/01/gangs-of-infinigrad-part-2-d100-gang.html
• A gang leader: https://lizardmandiaries.blogspot.com/2019/01/gangs-of-infinigrad-part-3-d100-gang.html

Angelic, annoyingly good looking, with contemptuous features that enrage most that look upon them and wings that allow short distances of flight.

1. Skeletally gaunt and two of five fingers missing on each hand, black iron helmets and ragged black cloak that hides wings (AC 15), bloodstained bronze arm braces each with a hidden retractable dagger (d6 x 2).  
2. Stern blue metal face masks, wings dyed an electric green, gold hued bronze chest plates and chainmail skirts (AC 15) and gleaming flamberge (d10). 
3. Capes of a rich red, fit to allow wings, connected to ornate gold pauldrons (AC 13) and a sharp bronze lance for swooping attacks (d10) 
4. Pale skin drained of colour, blue veins clearly visible, noble clothes covered in a tessellating pattern (AC 11) and heavy iron shovels used as two handed clubs (d8). 
5. Clad head to toe in black plate mail, the helmet has tiny slits for eyes and breathing (AC 20), wings have been removed and the backside of armour has been decorated with splashes of red paint to commemorate this fact, spears of shining pure silver (d10). 

Shopping in Infinigrad, Part 1: d100 What's weird about the store?

My players complained recently that there was no normal shops in The City, that they all sell eyes or lizards or just have people in the building that want to kill them. The next series of tables hope to address that issue (although I much prefer every building just being a dungeon but whatever).

By the way, if you are interested in more merchant stuff, check out my PWYW weird merchant generator, The Transient Bazaar: https://lizardmandiaries.blogspot.com/2016/07/the-transient-bazaar-merchant-and.html

Bonus: K Yani of https://noisesanssignal.blogspot.com/ has kindly provided d20 weird shopping bags to accompany this post. They are after the d100 table, accompanied by some notes by K Yani.

d100 What's weird about the store? 

1. Store basically giving away stock for free.
2. Will give special low prices to those in dire need.
3. Doesn’t much care to sell any of their stock, but prices are very fair.
4. Store is a supply point for a larger organisation, merchant will begrudgingly sell stock but is mostly there to supply said organisation.
5. Only sells exact replicas of the single item.
6. Merchant is more concerned with studying their stock than selling it.
7. Merchant knows exactly what every customer needs (literally).
8. Quality is far too good for the low price the stock is offered at.
9. Stock has been produced by a master. Supreme quality.
10. Merchant ensures all customers are completely happy and satisfied.
11. Barely any stock, shelves nigh empty.
12. All stock is kept in elaborate storage devices, for security, freshness or safety.
13. Stock is all poor quality replicas of a well known item.
14. Merchant will always want to barter with items rather than trade with gold.
15. All items in the store are in someway cursed and or haunted.
16. Merchant is bizarrely and caustically rude to customers.
17. Merchant takes in depth notes on every customer that enters their store.
18. Half the store is devoted to the workshop creation of the goods sold.
19. Store is an absolute mess, stock everywhere in piles the merchant and customers must clamber over.
20. Store is automated, perhaps by magic or contraptions or simple signs.
21. Merchant hides from customers, whispering from hidden locations around the store.
22. All stock is far too small.
23. Merchant’s pricing is very honest, and they are completely open about any shortcomings of the product.
24. Merchant is ill, possibly from handling product.
25. Stock is mostly hidden and won’t be revealed until purchased and paid for.
26. Most stock purchased will fall apart in the next few days.
27. Stock is so filthy that things are growing on it.
28. All stock is clearly broken, destroyed and inoperable.
29. Stock is all antiques.
30. Stock is all grown, either naturally or in vats, and is possibly alive in some way
31. Stock is gilded and decorated beyond reason and taste.
32. Merchant is clearly very successful and wealthy, store is thriving.
33. Stock is books ABOUT the item sold rather than the item itself.
34. Stock is always “on order” but will probably never arrive.
35. Merchant really wants a shipment of a different item than they normally stock and is willing to pay a lot for it.
36. Merchant openly houses a sacrificial altar in their store, often stopping sales pitches to slaughter something there.
37. Merchant is incredibly knowledgeable in their field.
38. Customers must always purchase at least two things, lest some curse befell the store.
39. The store is operated by twin merchants, who use their twinning often to trick customers.
40. Store is ancient and abandoned.
41. Merchant has a violent vendetta against a competing merchant - will try to hire customers to kill them.  
42. All stock is second hand.
43. Customers must pass some arbitrary test set by the merchant to purchase their stock.
44. Stock is clearly salvaged, hobbled together from several broken items of the same sort.
45. Store has been recently flooded, not necessarily by water.
46. Store is immaculately clean and tidy.
47. Slaves tend the store, owned by the merchant who may by harsh or kind to them.
48. All stock is locked up with massive padlocks, chains, ropes etc. Excessively so.
49. Some stock, or all, has clearly been burnt or melted.
50. Stock is made of a very delicate material.
51. Stock is utterly bizarre, does not appear to be of this world - the merchant is not much better either.
52. All stock is kept outside in a garden like store, the storefront may only be a small facade.
53. The store, and its stock and merchant is an affront to the local community. Often the target of vandalism and attacks,
54. Merchant has a variety of vicious  beasts prowling the store, either as pets or guards.
55. Merchant only trades his stock for violent favours, and rough, dirty jobs done by customers.
56. Store is a calming sanctuary, temple like.
57. Store is run by two or more merchants who are constantly bickering.
58. The store has a blatant lack of security.
59. Store sells a variety of stock, roll on the d100 stock table d6 times.
60. Stock is weirdly mutated and warped, and risks doing the same to the customer.  
61. Store is overrun with customers and is in total shambles.
62. An enormous bonfire burns in the store - old stock is fed into it.
63. Merchant is a fumbling, bumbling fool. Has no idea where any stock is or how much it costs.
64. All stock is somehow weaponised and menacing.
65. Store is ruined and merchant is dead. Some stock remains to be salvaged.
66. All stock has additional properties or features beyond what is normal for that item. Sometimes these things are useful.
67. A gang operates the store, with menace, criminality and often violence.  
68. Merchant owns a chain of similar stores. Often absent from one store as they operate another.
69. Store is operated from a  moving vehicle, carriage, boat, etc.
70. Store is in the throes of shutting down, cheap prices and a despondent merchant.
71. All stock is either slightly or far too big. Merchant is possibly a giant.
72. All stock has a horrific aspect too it, made of corpse or bone, or sculpted in such a way as to be monstrous.
73. Merchant is a monster, either literally or just incredibly savage in their business pursuits.
74. Store seems/is much, much larger on the inside than it appears outside.
75. Store has a queue emerging from door.
76. Merchant is very keen to hire help and hands in the running of their business.
77. The way in which the merchant has stored and shelved their stock is blatantly dangerous.
78. The merchant is engaged in some sort of conflict with their stock.
79. The merchant has employed a team of seductive beings to ensure sales are made.
80. Store is actually an entrance to a dungeon, the real store is also in that dungeon.
81. Store is clearly a sham business, a cover up for a larger, nefarious operation.
82. Merchant, stock and store are being/have been mutated from a nearby portal leaking lower planes energy.
83. Stock is very well made and long lasting, amazingly so.
84. Stock is dredged from a dungeon beneath the store. Merchant is always looking for people to pull more items up.
85. Merchant truly is masterfully knowledgeable on stock sold.
86. Merchant requires far too many details from customers, which they record in weighty tomes, before a trade occurs.
87. Everything in the store is covered in dust, the merchant is beyond ancient.
88. Merchant is opulent and corpulent beyond measure, bejeweled and carried around the store by slaves. 
89. A pit in the center of the store houses some beast or monster that allegedly protects the stock.
90. Merchant has absolutely no idea about how any of their stock works, or what it is used for, etc.
91. Merchant can’t bear to see any of their stock sold, seems to cause them pain to sell a single item.
92. Each piece of stock sold in the store, somehow, hurts another, external party - possibly through a curse.
93. One or several shrines and miniature temples are set up around the store, lending it a sacred air.
94. Merchant absolutely hates their job, and the stock they are selling.
95. Merchant requires blood in exchange for their stock.
96. All stock is clearly stolen, merchant is incredibly dodgy.
97. Store is very dark and shadowy, it is very hard to make out what is actually being sold.
98. The merchant has recently been killed/is currently being killed.
99. The merchant is diseased, and their store is a warren of filth, decay and infection.
100. Merchant has recently accidentally sold something of extreme value at a minuscule price and desperately wants it back

d20 Weird Shopping Bags. 

By K Yani of https://noisesanssignal.blogspot.com/

"If there is an unusual shopping, should there be also unusual shopping bags?

Here is 20 I could think about. 'some time' usually means time enough to carry items from a shop to some destination.

Shopping bags are a bit like Schrödinger's cats and become strange if left unobserved."

1. If anything in numbers more than two is put into it, after some time it becomes one less.
2. It is more cumbersome and heavy than it looks like. Treat like a (heavy) club if full.
3. Anything new put into it becomes slightly decayed or damaged.
4. It is less spacious than it looks like. However you try, the last item never fits in.
5. Handles have active malice to them, will cut the skin and drink your blood.
6. The logo on a bag is of place that actually never existed.
7. Everything inside becomes subtly, unharmfully branded with tiny strange sigil.
8. The padding of the bag is soft and feels spongy. You can hide and retrieve an extra small item in it as long as nobody is looking how it happens.
9. The logo in the bag is of long-vanished company, but the bag itself is very obviously new.
10. The bag is more spacious than it looks like, but, by pure coincidences, is more prone to be lost or stolen.
11. The fabric, leather or plastic of the bag is always slightly warm on touch.
12. The insides of the bag are woven into flexible, slightly unclear mirror. Blurry reflections have somewhat mesmerizing quality to them. 
13. The bag becomes heavier the longer you carry it, resets to normal weight the second after you put it on a ground.
14. Small items (lipstick, keys, magical ingredients) often vanish from it. Sometimes the same type of item found, but different (wrong colour, wrong shape, wrong kind of bat guano and sulfur, etc.)
15. Squirrels and skunks are attracted to it in unhealthy degree.
16. All power sources (batteries, wands) discharge faster. Usually at least one battery becomes inert after some time.
17. When carried, a slight bird chipping is heard from inside. If left unattended, birds will try to nest in it as much as they could. 
18. Minor worthless items (a spare mitten, a broken censor) tend to appear in it.
19. All items are better preserved in it, except apples which always rot too fast.
20. Bag slightly changes colours and shape with seasons, becoming heavier and plumper with autumn, more monochrome with winter, misshapen and colourful at summer.

Gangs of Infinigrad, Part 3: d100 Gang Leaders

Here is d100 ideas for gang leaders. Combine these with:

• The gang's profession, goals and culture: https://lizardmandiaries.blogspot.com/2018/12/gangs-of-infinigrad-part-1-professions.html
• A visual quirk (For each member, all members, or the gang leader): https://lizardmandiaries.blogspot.com/2019/01/gangs-of-infinigrad-part-2-d100-gang.html

Phone Sketching by ChrisCold, https://www.deviantart.com/chriscold/art/Phone-Sketching-756690805?src=MC_deviation_stack

d100 Gang Leaders: 

1. An ex-holy person.
2. A healer.
3. An ex-enforcer of the curse of the law.
4. A collector of crimes.  
5. A knower of the way.
6. A mind soother.
7. A burning person.
8. A stargazer.
9. A too wise one.
10.  A mind reader.
11. A keeper of foul things.
12. An ex-sky sailor.
13. A breeder of beasts.
14. A whisperer with the dead.
15. A sharp fashionista.
16. An enchanting musician.
17. An enormous freed golem.
18. A controller of the weather.
19. A strictly business person.
20. A deadly martial artist.
21. An acidic alchemist.
22. A tinkerer.
23. A herbalist.
24. A brewer of slime and jelly.
25. An invisible person.
26. A mad surgeon.
27. A gorging glutton.
28. A body full of augmentations.
29. A demonic language expert.
30. A teacher of corruption.
31. A banker or hoarder.
32. A master thief.
33. A counter fitter.
34. A gem cutter and valuer.
35. A librarian.
36. A dark philosopher.
37. A psychic mind controller.
38. A dream eater.
39. A sacrificer.
40. A cannibal.
41. An embalmer.
42. A caster of curses.  
43. A survivor of a leviathan attack.
44. A writer of magical contracts.
45. An amputator.
46. A collector of debts.
47. A bounty hunter.
48. A master lock picker.
49. A metalsmith.
50. A weapon or armorsmith.
51. A sinister shaman.
52. A giant.
53. An absolute hedonist.
54. A filthy butcher.
55. A worshiper of a monolith or other ancient thing .
56. A gardener (probably not a safe one).
57. A dust addict.
58. A mutant.
59. A grand illusionist.
60. An advisor to a larger and maleficent force.
61. A pyromaniac.
62. An explosive specialist.
63. A lord of refuse.
64. A master of elementals.
65. A mad engineer.
66. An enormous sentient octopus.
67. A holder and studier of maps.
68. A machine more so than man.
69. An expert negotiator.
70. A prophet (of ill tidings).
71. A keeper of a dangerous menagerie.
72. A being that never stops growing.
73. A rider of men.
74. A being long dead.
75. A monster.
76. A wearer of magic robes.
77. A being in chains, held or otherwise.
78. A reader of forbidden books.
79. An ex-whore.
80. An indolent lounger and consumer of excess.
81. A holder of keys.
82. A being of stone.
83. A being from deep underground.
84. A borer of great holes and tunnels.
85. A keeper of treasure.
86. An utter nihilist.
87. A teleportist.
88. A time traveller.
89. A summoner of foul things.
90. A reader of cursed scrolls.
91. A torturer.
92. A poisoner.
93. A destroyer of holy icons.
94. A cauldron tender.
95. A lover of death.
96. An utter unbeliever.
97. A self ordained anointed one.
98. A brewer of
99. A carrier of a terrible disease.
100. A misshapen one. 

5 Human Gangs of Infinigrad

Here are 5 quick human gang chassis to use. Combine this with:

• The gang's profession, goals and culture: https://lizardmandiaries.blogspot.com/2018/12/gangs-of-infinigrad-part-1-professions.html
• A visual quirk (For each member, all members, or the gang leader): https://lizardmandiaries.blogspot.com/2019/01/gangs-of-infinigrad-part-2-d100-gang.html
• A gang leader: https://lizardmandiaries.blogspot.com/2019/01/gangs-of-infinigrad-part-3-d100-gang.html

Mushroom Gangster by Me

5 Human Gangs of Infinigrad: 

1. Face tattoos, ornate helmets of bronze, heavy, brightly dyed robes (AC 12) and bronze bardiches (d8). 
2. Bird masks (cloth and metal), pale lamellar plate armour with gaudy trim (AC 13) and wooden staffs (d6) or spiked cestus (d6 x 2).
3. Teeth sharpened to points, naked save for heavy iron pauldrons (AC 12), a stained machete in each hand (d8 x 2)
4. Pale, sickly and languid, covered in colourful fungal growths embedded in flesh (AC 12), release a cloud of stunning spores (test CON or stunned for d8 rounds) and punch victims (2 x d4).
5. Winged helmets and an amassing of neck charms and amulets, ornate wrought iron armour, swirling and organic (AC 18) and cruel looking daggers in each hand (2 x d6).  

Gangs of Infinigrad, Part 2: d100 Gang Member Visual Quirks.

Following on from this post on gang profession, goals and culture, here's a d100 table of visual quirks. These can be applied to a single gang member, the whole gang, the gang leader or maybe just random NPCs in your game.

Leblanc by Chenthooran, https://www.deviantart.com/chenthooran/art/Leblanc-536780395

D100 Gang Member Visual Quirks: 

1. Decorative curved horns.
2. Long haired furs.
3. Eyes glow faintly golden, or other less lustrous metallic colours.  
4. A cloud of insects hangs above them.
5. A flock of birds accompanies them.
6. Huge and ornate metal gauntlets.
7. Thorns grow from skin.
8. Ornate metal spikes adorn garb.  
9. Skin is red and cracked.
10. Sworlling tattoos cover body.
11. Noses removed, just open slits.
12. Decorative metal implanted into forehead.
13. Quad curved horns emerging from head.
14. A mane of bristling fur.
15. Elaborate and long facial hair.
16. Smoking implements billowing mesmerizing clouds.
17. Huge buckled belts and a proliferation of straps.
18. White decorative feathers.
19. Dyed red or other primary colour hair, fur, skin, etc.  
20. Leather gloves with stitched metal claws.
21. Mutated wings, creaky and bony (do work and can fly).
22. Horn trumpets.
23. Bone shields.
24. Necklaces of rocks.
25. Always wet with sweat.
26. Oversized frills on collars and shoulders.
27. An abundance of rings.
28. Too large fingers and or hands.
29. Trained metallic dragonflies that conduct scouting.
30. Swirling wooden growths erupting from torso.
31. Huge hoopy earrings.
32. Moon inspired symbols, insignia, jewelry, etc.
33. Cage helmets.
34. Ears missing.
35. A bouquet of exotic flowers.
36. Insect mandible jaws.   
37. A metal tail terminating in a jagged blade, works.  
38. Weapons that glow, no one knows how.  
39. An extra mouth.
40. Completely black, white or other colour eyes.
41. A mouth of fangs.
42. Huge, slightly malformed, muscles.
43. Warped, stretched faces.
44. Smeared war paint.
45. Flower or generally vegetative tattoos.
46. Head bands, probably made of tattered magic robes.
47. Hold gross demon idols, or hang them from neck.
48. Caked in dirt.
49. Wild unkempt hair and beards.
50. Roaming slug homunculus fused to flesh.
51. Banners and flags attached to poles strapped to back.
52. Moss, vines or mushrooms growing on flesh.
53. Long hair in elaborate styling cinched in place with metal bands.
54. Rune tattoos, some shimmer with fey energy.  
55. Noose necklaces.
56. Exuding some green yellow slime from pores.
57. Wart or boil covered skin.
58. Long, dirty claws.
59. Missing or broken and chipped teeth.
60. Growing clusters of bone crystals sprouting from flesh.
61. Coloured spines ridging along back or arms.
62. Scales, varied in colour or monotone.
63. High, frilly collars, generally followed by a pompous attitude.  
64. Bejewelled and ornate hand guards on all weapons.
65. Carrier pigeon/s perched on shoulders.
66. Glowing white or other simple colour amulet around neck.
67. Wreaths of trash, old vegetation and general detritus.
68. Huge bellies.
69. Long scarves and face masks of rags.
70. Lutes or other smug musical instruments.
71. Ever upward facing eyes, never look away from the sky when talking.
72. A hive of symbiotic insects living in torso.
73. Crude iron crowns.
74. Large geometric symbol made of metal stitched into chest or back.
75. Ropes of skulls hung around body.
76. Always drooling copious amounts of a yellow goop.
77. An ornate bone drinking tanker.
78. A crab claw arm, or a crustacean shell on front or back of torso.
79. Protective face covering including goggles and breathing aparati.
80. Insect wings, either operational or decorative.
81. A chest sling of work tools, most likely lock picks but maybe hammers and saws.
82. Very well trained dog, cat or other small beast.
83. Miniature shrines strapped to shoulders, replete with little offerings.
84. An unseen wind or breeze ruffles clothes or hair.
85. Head and faces draped in shimmering veil of opaque gauze.
86. Metallic or organic flower tucked behind ears, perhaps growing from head.
87. A metal, augmented leg or arm.
88. Rotted, decaying flesh, bones revealed, perhaps a limb or two missing.
89. An aura of smog, smoke or fog.
90. Large frill erupts from top of head, bony or fleshy, often adorned with small horns.
91. A too long tongue that hangs out the mouth.
92. Legs are fused together and lengthened, mutated into a snake/wormman.
93. Jewelled and/or elaborately designed immaculate leather boots.
94. Naked save for full body war paint.
95. Tangles and coils of rope looped all over body.
96. A small painting of an idyllic scene/portrait of gang leader hangs from neck.
97. Boots with rock soles and toe protectors, red and craggy.
98. Face is a mask, beneath the mask flesh is smooth and featureless.
99. Smoke, haze or fog of an eerie colour billows from weapons.
100. Eyes that can roam around the flesh as if a fish swimming. 

Beetle Gladiator by Chenthooran, https://www.deviantart.com/chenthooran/art/beetle-gladiator-523575967