Monsieur Frootletoot

The Sin-Sucker of Tondal

 

 

Ripped from a 15th-century hellscape called The Visions of Tondal, Frootletoot is a snuffling little sin-sucker with a shawm for a nose and a buccal funnel for a gob. Tuned to the Devil’s Interval—G6, C7, F♯7—his nose shrieks with discord while his mouth sucks sin straight from the screaming faces of the damned. Grotesque, musical, and merciless, he is the one that calls in the night. 

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Quo tendis?

The flappy meat flannel of Lyon

 

 

This venom-tongued abomination first appeared in Les Devises Heroïques, a Renaissance emblem book from plague-ridden Lyon. Cloaked in folds and filth, it bears a twisted banner reading Quo Tendis? – Where are you heading? Its swollen tongue, riddled with veins and papillae, flaps like a sail in the wind, steering the beast – and any fool who listens – toward their doom. Winged, barbed, and with a long tail of consequence, it embodies the danger of unguarded and unkind speech. A rudder and a poison. A question and a curse.