Tuesday, 19 July 2016

'The Deformer, a permanent resident of the Cave, starts work at once.'

...It was also where the witches lived and evil came from. The Incas called this land “the Place of Seagulls...”



So did you all just know about the ancient Chilean insular witchcraft societies and refuse to tell me? Did something this amazing slip your mind? Not cool.

...This cave (which Chilote tradition asserts was lit by torches that burned human fat)...

Honestly, the next time you need a freakish cult for your creepy seaside town, or one of many bacillae in the great corrupt city, or really (with a bit of fleshing out) an entire damn plot for a lengthy adventure, this stuff has you covered.

...Each novice, when he joined the sect, was expected to fashion his own waistcoat; Chatwin reports that this was done by digging up and flaying a recently interred Christian corpse...

I mean, you could dump this stuff into almost any setting. But why not use Chiloe itself, since it's a barren island clinging to a barren mainland, its back to the endless ocean (the badass, icy, utterly empty Southern Pacific, not the fucking Hawaii-level Pacific), with a history of rebellion and recalcitrance and the world's most fucked-up local mythology?

...This potion was, supposedly, so noxious that it made them vomit up their own intestines. Thus lightened, the girls turned into large, long-legged birds that resembling rooks...

I mean, the level of juicy detail here. The chivato is whatever level of bear-like semi-bipedal beast will challenge your party properly: the rook-girls you can reskin from harpies, but then, what happens when your players steal their intestines? It's questions like this that make life worth it. The rituals are secret and foul but hopefully you have a player tempted by power. You definitely have a player who wants a phosphorescent waistcoat made of human skin.

...the human grease remaining in the skin gives off a soft phosphorescence, which lights the member’s nocturnal expeditions...

Read the article and read Wiki on the matter and also imperatively read Bruce Chatwin's In Patagonia which is full of all manner of other ends-of-the-earth good shit, up to and including megatheria which are a friend to all good campaigns. Go forth and freak your players out like they were 17th century Spaniards a very long way from home.

...They might then have been ordered to murder a close relative or friend to prove that they had cleansed themselves of human sentiment (these murders, for some unstated reason, were to take place on Tuesdays)...

WE DIDN'T EVEN GET TO THE INVUNCHE!

...with a tourniquet until it has rotated through an angle of 180 degrees, that is until the child can look straight down the line of its own vertebrae...