I'm imagining a jungle tribe on an isle near the equator. On full moons they take the boys who would become men, drug them, and peel back their scalps amidst foot stomping dances and the heavy beat of drums. There, the shaman tattoos the top of their skulls with vivid colors, in-canting mystical properties into the designs. Each design is personal, and each design holds power. The skin is placed back over the skull and the boys are stitched up and sent to bed. When the boys awaken, they can feel mystical energies swirl around their heads, and know they will never be the same again.
@arkhein: the idea of someone scratching at my open skull (like a dentist) is creppy as hell. What if a culture did trepanation in patterns, and poking stuff in the holes had weird effects on the individual.
@Telecanter - Ewww - I don't want to think about that. Oops. Too late. I already did . . .
"I really hate going to the trepanator's office. The waiting room is awful - and all they have to read is *Fancy Skull* magazine. Then it's into the chair and SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE all afternoon long. Gives me a headache. I got an eagle catching a snake and ripping it to pieces on my temple last time. But what is the point, really? No one can see it. The only good thing about it is that the skullular hygienist is kind of cute."
I'm imagining a jungle tribe on an isle near the equator. On full moons they take the boys who would become men, drug them, and peel back their scalps amidst foot stomping dances and the heavy beat of drums. There, the shaman tattoos the top of their skulls with vivid colors, in-canting mystical properties into the designs. Each design is personal, and each design holds power. The skin is placed back over the skull and the boys are stitched up and sent to bed. When the boys awaken, they can feel mystical energies swirl around their heads, and know they will never be the same again.
ReplyDeleteOr some bored artist was doodling on a dead guy.
Either one. Cool pic.
:)
- Ark
thanks homie
ReplyDelete@arkhein: the idea of someone scratching at my open skull (like a dentist) is creppy as hell. What if a culture did trepanation in patterns, and poking stuff in the holes had weird effects on the individual.
ReplyDelete@pierce: my pleasure.
@Telecanter - Ewww - I don't want to think about that. Oops. Too late. I already did . . .
ReplyDelete"I really hate going to the trepanator's office. The waiting room is awful - and all they have to read is *Fancy Skull* magazine. Then it's into the chair and SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE all afternoon long. Gives me a headache. I got an eagle catching a snake and ripping it to pieces on my temple last time. But what is the point, really? No one can see it. The only good thing about it is that the skullular hygienist is kind of cute."
- Ark
Thanks arkhein, my players got creeped by a trepanned foe thanks to your spurring my brain.
ReplyDeleteYeah! If I can be of any further assistance in upsetting or causing your players to have to go into therapy, just let me know.
ReplyDelete- Ark