We're all such fools.
If you take a step back and look at all of human history, we've been mostly wrong about mostly everything most of the time. At least, a lot of the natural science stuff. The best authorities used the best available methods and still came up false. And I firmly believe in atoms and the Bernoulli effect and the tectonic plates, but what if I'm wrong.
It's an infantile train of thought but it is good for cultivating unconventional trains.
Anyway, there once was a time when people thought that mice grew out of riverbanks. They knew mice had babies like other animals had babies, but mice totally just popped out of the mud ever summer as a secondary way of making mice. How else can you explain how come there's no mice in April and fucking gazillions of them in May?
And while this sounds stupid nowadays (lol at pharaoh) it was the best explanation available at the time. And there's certainly no reason why this erroneous delicacy can't be the god-given truth in a fantasy setting.
So here's a book of mice. Low HD monsters (usually 1 HD) that are formed through mundane magic. That's not an oxymoron. The processes that generate mice in a riverside are as mysterious and as logical as plate tectonics.
You can download it here.
If your keyboard is plugged in and you have opinions, speak them!
If you inflict this book upon your players, let me know how it goes!
If the clobstrok on page 6 reminds you of a latex-clad dominatrix, keep it to yourself!
I can honestly say that this is the most presentable artistic endeavor I've ever undertaken.
I could have alphabetized the monsters, but I really like their current order. It's like a playlist. You read about the cute monkey and you're all like "What is this shit? Arnold's gone soft." and then BAM bone needle men. I reckon that if your players encountered them all in that order, it would maximize the FUN.
What would a Freudian analysis of my blog and pdfs discover? I think about the uterus a lot. (That's probably normal for a 26 year old anyway.) Many of my monsters are sad monsters; relatively few of them are angry ones. And maybe I have a vitamin deficiency or something.
There are surprisingly few reference photos if you google "two fairies fucking".
You can probably figure out what order a drew all of the pictures in if you think about it. I tried something different for every picture and most of them are powerfully mediocre (although the gretchling is beeeaaaauuutiful.)
I tried to make all of these usable, but seriously who is going to use the screaming eels?