October Release
Hello everyone,
I know i disappointed with not being able to release the buildings i am still currently working on but those will come at a later time. I have sculpted for you all one of my favorite Aberrations the Aboleth. It has always grabbed my attention not only for the name but also what it is. So i made this for you real quick so you would at least have something in your hands for this month. I will also be sculpting some other creatures to add in for the October release. I believe its been over due for me to make a Mind Flayer as it is a favorite among the community.
Aboleth : Aboleths are the progeny of primordial sludge and nightmare, a hideous relic of a time before the gods. To gaze upon one is to witness an ancient, alien intelligence that predates the very concept of humanity.
Its form is a grotesque parody of life aquatic, a massive, sinuous body that can stretch twenty feet or more, slicked with a viscous, pale-grey mucus that perpetually oozes off its flanks like the sweat of a subterranean river. The skin itself is tough and rubbery, a canvas of scars, nicks, and ancient runes that seem to shift and swim just beneath the surface, marks left by eons of forgotten wars and self-inflicted ritual cuttings.
Instead of a recognizable face, the creature presents a terrifying symmetry: three jet-black, hypnotic eyes set one above the other like a bizarre totem pole. They possess no pupils, yet they bore into you with an impossible depth, reflecting a universe of cold, calculated malice and a predatory hunger for the minds of others.
Below the eyes is the maw, a lamprey-like orifice lined with rows of rasping, serrated teeth designed not just to rend flesh, but to strip away sanity. From the lower portion of its body trail four long, fleshy tentacles, thick as a man's arm and constantly twitching. They are not merely limbs, but conduits of psychic power, used to grasp, crush, and, most horrifyingly, to envelop a victim's head, flooding their mind with the Aboleth's ancestral, maddening memories—the true history of the world, steeped in salt and sorrow.
But the Aboleth's true horror isn't its physical form; it's the atmosphere it carries. The air around it is thick with the weight of ancient, impossible-to-forget things, a palpable psychic pressure that feels like a cold hand squeezing your thoughts. It doesn't just swim through water; it glides through a haze of broken dreams and whispered madness, always seeking to convert the freedom of the mind into another tributary of its own abyssal will.
Thank you for your continued support and while i am doing my best to keep up with everything in life and business.
Frank
Little Shop of Sigil