Wednesday, February 22, 2012

SLAADI: All done, so adopt one!


So, my Slaadi are complete (for now, I still want to do the colors and Ssendam and especially Ygorl) and now they must venture out into the world. I couldn't ever contain this much chaos anyway. Won't you adopt one? Here is why...

Things are about to get very busy around here. I expect to have some big news to announce some time in the next few weeks detailing what looks like it will be my next published book. Stay tuned. It's going to be a lot of work (again) but I'm excited to get started. Also on the drawing board are a 24 to 32 page expansion / reimagining of my 5 page 2004 silent comic story "Pilgrim" (read / see it at this post here) that I plan to print, sew together and sell as a minicomic at the upcoming S.P.A.C.E. (stands for Small Press and Alternative Comics) show here in Columbus in late April as well as a 4 or 8 page comic story exploring the word and idea green (and not in the cheesy environmental way) for contribution to a comic anthology that will also debut at S.P.A.C.E.

All this means that my Gygax's Inferno Devil / Baatezu illustration project will be placed on the backburner until later this year, which bums me out a bit but it will be worth the wait. It also means that I'm going to need to buy quite a bit more paint, ink, watercolor paper, and Bristol board. Rather than fire up some Kickstarter campaign to raise the $200 or so I'll need for art supplies, I am just going to sell these Slaadi and hope for the best.

Okay, prices are below next to the title. Prices based entirely on the size of each piece, level of detail, and amount of time each took me to complete. Payment via PayPal. $10 to ship 1 to 50 pieces via US Priority Mail (in a box) with delivery comfirmation and insurance. Want one? Email me at and let me know which you want. I'll get back right away, and mark each as SOLD once they're no longer available.

Oh, and if you want all 11, it'll be a flat $222.22 for the whole set (includes shipping and all that jazz) so you save over a hundred bucks. (Some have sold, so the broken...)

Nothing is ever quite how they want it to look. Everything, it seems, could use some touching up and that is their greatest joy. Slowly they reach inside until it hurts, then the colors vomit forth. Indigo! Fuchsia! Viridian! Great gouts of radiance spewing forth! That strong golden shield of yours? It would look so much better transformed into a lush green patina. It may crumble at the first blow, but who cares? Not the prismatic slaadi.

8.25 inches by 11.25 inches
acrylic paint, ink and marker on watercolor paper
February 5, 2012

The oldest of the old, these behemoths have drifted on the astral tides for so long that their bodies have lost every trace of the lifegiving slime they received from the Spawning Stone at birth. Now, near death and endlessly dreaming, they haunt the farthest reaches of the multiverse, vagrant bulks of withered flesh spewing stories with no beginning and no end. Pity the adventurer that happens across them and sees the Dessicated Slaad's mask of ebon witch-light flicker into existence. These dreamers, you see, do not take well to being awakened.

8.25 inches by 12 inches
acrylic paint, ink and paper pulp on watercolor paper
February 6, 2012

Sometimes it begins with a stumble. You trip and fall and when you turn around, there's nothing there. Other times it starts with a short sharp poke...on the arm or leg or sometimes, terrifyingly, deep inside the brain. You grab the spot, rub the pain away but again...nothing there. Later come the scuttling shapes in the dark shadows in the corners of your room and the skittering voices just on the edge of hearing. You run to the wall, grab the lantern and shine it into the corners just in time to see, just maybe, something small and blue and scaly evaporate like black mist. Turning around to hang up the lantern, you stop, stunned. The wall is now a window. You drop the lantern and before it hits the ground it becomes a cloud of stinging midges. Your whisper rises to a scream before it is cut off and you reach for your throat only to discover your hands have become teeth. The verminous slaadi, the rats of reality, have shuffled the scenery of your world and the shadows in the corners are closing in again.

7 inches by 8.5 inches
ballpoint pen and ink on Bristol board
February 7, 2012

Bloated and obscene, Bleeding Slaadi appear on the Prime Material Plane as vast crimson-red airborne monstrosities gently raining blood on the landscape below. It is said that their appearance is a harbinger of volatile times, but since so few have seen them and retained their sanity, this has been difficult to verify.

15.5 inches by 10.75 inches
acrylic paint and ink on found paper
February 8, 2012

On rare occasions, when a Slaad loses an arm or a leg or even a finger or toe, the severed piece stays alive almost like an earthworm. On even rarer occasions, two or more of these severed Slaad slabs will encounter one another, bind themselves together, and form a new being...the Slangrel Slaad. These ghastly, attenuated monstrosities reeking of slime and death are repulsive even to other Slaadi, and are even more troubling because of their bizarre ability to literally travel anywhere at all across all planes of existence. Worming their abhorrently thin bodies into the cracks between the planes, they burrow through the worlds suddenly appearing where they are least expected, and often least desired.

8 inches by 12 inches
ink on watercolor paper
February 12, 2012

The patron saints of the Slaad, the Radiant Slaadi are those rare Slaad who have survived repeated errands bestowed upon them by the Lords Ssendam and Ygorl. As a reward for their services to Chaos, their heads are severed on the Spawning Stone and they are cast adrift across the multiverse, given the role of acting as intermediaries between the various denizens of the inner and outer planes and the great Lords of Chaos that the Radiant Slaadi serve.

8.25 inches by 12 inches
ink and marker on watercolor paper
February 12, 2012

No one, not even the most experienced planeswalkers, understands these Slaad. Their origin is unknown, their aims are shrouded in mystery, and their powers and abilities are an enigma. Spinning heads dotted with mutiple eyes and trailing small but cheerfully delightful explosions, they appear, then disappear then reappear again. What can this all mean?

8 inches by 12 inches
acrylic paint and ink on watercolor paper
February 18, 2012

They mean business. Colossal harbingers of total, apocalyptic warfare, Spumescent Slaadi are engines of pure filth, destruction and chaos. Massive, groaning, twitching bodies sprouting tumorous stovepipes spewing the raw material of Limbo onto any plane they breach, these Spumescent Slaadi exist to even the playing field and make conquest a feel a little more like home for the mobs from Limbo. That is, when more than two or three Slaadi can get their acts together long enough to plan something that lasts more than a few minutes.

8.25 inches by 12 inches
acrylic paint and ink on watercolor paper
February 19, 2012

You have doubts. Hey, we all do. But just a turn or two bathed in shimmering, mothdust-soft voice of the Mellifluous Slaad will wash all the trauma away. Along with most of your personality.

12 inches by 8.25 inches
acrylic paint and ink on watercolor paper
February 19, 2012

Their intestines are bottomless tunnels to the plane of Limbo funneling sloppy, partially digested avalanches of reeking color back to their home plane as fodder for the whims of Chaos. And they are hungry for more. So very very hungry...

12 inches by 8.25 inches
acrylic paint and ink on watercolor paper
February 19, 2012

"Hold on. Wait. I had the answer right there...I, the Stone is drifting more quickly now and the Lich's behavior is more unpredictable. Where did he get that staff? Just a bit longer and I'll have it, we won't need the Reds or the Prismatics...just wait...wait...DAMMIT!"

7.75 inches by 10.75 inches
acrylic paint, ink and marker on found paper
February 22, 2012


  1. You got it man. Look for an email soon. I had always hoped you would end up with one of my pieces. This is a good day!

  2. Could I have Slangrel Slaad. Please! Thanks.

  3. Awesome Roxane! Yes, it's yours. Send me an email at mattkish87 at gmail and I'll let you know how to pay.

  4. dang peeps swooped on that didn't they?
    Seeing the all on the same page, you can really see the great range of evocative texture you gots going.

  5. Ya, I was very pleasantly surprised with how quickly some of them were snatched up. It feels pretty good.

    Posting them altogether like this too was also an homage to your brilliant initial Slaad post. I like seeing them altogether, with all their similarities and chaotic differences.

  6. I like the washed out lines you were getting on Radiant Slaad

  7. Thanks Thomas. It's actually marker. Prestel, I think? You know, they make them in all those brilliant rainbow colors? Expensive as hell, but so much fun.


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