mushroom ring


While carnivorous plants aren’t rare in this game, you don’t usually get active nocturnal predators. Fungoids are an exception, tall, stocky figures of living fungus who lair in any swamp warm enough to support them with a taste for humans, elves, and goblins.  (As if the alligators and the hydras weren’t bad enough already!) Their lairs are dark, as far away from light as the fungoids can manage, and often ringed with mushrooms, enough to stand out in the already fungi-rich environment of your average swamp.

Beyond their predilection for eating party members and one of their most common low-level nuisances, fungoids are interesting for being occasionally willing to gang up on larger prey but never willing to share meals.  Tactically, that presents some opportunities – they usually won’t join together against targets, meaning they’ll try to attack everyone, but sufficiently tough adversaries can get their attention.  At the same time, while fungoids are generally relentless predators, one that’s satisfied with its victim might drag them off.  All in all, that’s a useful mix that can present a party with some tough choices.  Their low intelligence and general lack of cooperation makes fungoids a poor choice as minions, though I’m sure sufficiently clever GMs – or insufficiently tasty druids – might find a way to make use of them.

More isolationist and anti-social than even most black dragons, the juvenile black dragon Bramnerick deliberately established a lair in the isolated Larack Fens.  The dragon is counting on the widely known and relentlessly violent fungoids to drive away uninvited guests.  Able to hunt farther afield than the fungal predators and not seen as prey, the black dragon is ignored but any would-be dragonslayer or explorer can expect to be practically besieged.

Having beaten the Horseeater goblins back from their raiding, a party of adventurers is stunned to find a group of the goblins including the new chief groveling at their tents one dark night.  Rather than ambush the adventurers, the goblins offer them several tribal treasures to deal with the “biter mushrooms”.  With their taste for goblin flesh, a cluster of fungoids has been preying on the goblins, dragging away any of them they can catch never to be seen again.  Haunted by their fears, the tribe is on the edge of extinction.

Lonely and consumed by a fear it’s the last of its kind, a shambling mound has somehow befriended the small gang of fungoids that it shares a bog with.  Several times now, as the worst storms brew up, the shambling mound has led the fungoids in a strange intricate rite, trying to create more shambling mounds. The local elves are alarmed at the idea of more shamblers in their midst and not sure – yet – how to deal with the situation.

- Tome of Horrors Complete 298

This is kind of a crappy picture, but this is a fairy ring that’s formed around the sidewalk by my house.
I was walking home when I saw the left half and I was like “Awww”. I was about to step forward when I saw the other half, then I was like “aaahhhhh!” as I stopped in my tracks to walk around the outside.
Damn sneaky fairies…


{large terrarium ring featuring dry preserved fluted bird’s nest fungi, teeny tiny orange mushrooms, 3 miniature ferns, and goldenrod florets}

this gem of a ring has been marked way down since I first listed it. it’s a one-of-a-kind piece that would make a unique holiday gift! ^_^

Fairy tales are more than moral lessons and time capsules for cultural commentary; they are natural law. The child raised on folklore will quickly learn the rules of crossroads and lakes, mirrors and mushroom rings. They’ll never eat or drink of a strange harvest or insult an old woman or fritter away their name as though there’s no power in it. They’ll never underestimate the youngest son or touch anyone’s hairpin or rosebush or bed without asking, and their steps through the woods will be light and unpresumptuous. Little ones who seek out fairy tales are taught to be shrewd and courteous citizens of the seen world, just in case the unseen one ever bleeds over.
—  S.T. Gibson

Hexenring ( Fairy Ring, Rond de Sorciers ), Fly Agaric Mushroom Ring hand carved in oxidized silver by Moon & Serpent Etsy 

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This ring consists of fly agaric mushrooms which grew in fairy ring (elf circle) pattern around a green grass gemstone.

Lightning strikes, meteorites, shooting stars, earthly vapours, and witches have all been proposed as agents of the origin of fairy rings. They were said to be the marks where the Devil rested his milk churn, the site of witches’ dancing on Walpurgis Night. In Europe, the belief that fungi were the work of evil spirits or witches persisted well into the 19th century. Hence the expression “foolhardy enough to enter a fairy ring”. Trespassers would be struck blind or lame, or even disappear to become slaves in the fairies’ underground realm.

Fly Agaric was well known to the Koryak tribesmen of Kamchatka in Siberia. They would drink an infusion made from the fungus and become intoxicated. Both poisonous and hallucinogenic, Fly Agaric seems to impart a feeling of great strength and stamina—a fact that may provide a clue to the ferocious reputation of the Berserkers, ancient Norse warriors who are said to have consumed the fungus before going into battle.


{white bird’s nest fungus terrarium ring} 

when I first started making bird’s nest fungi rings a few years ago, this is the design I came up with. nowadays, my ring designs are much more intricate with minute details, but I still love the simplistic elements of this ring!  

Happy Solstice!
“listen, dear heart” said the bear to the child, “Listen while the forest slumbers, and all appears as in death. On this, the longest night, winter’s solstice. Listen, for something is stirring within the heart of the trees”
And she listened, holding her child’s breath as snow flakes drifted down like sugar. For within every tree, dreams were unfolding, and warm buttery light was gleaming, for spring was sleeping, stirring, dreaming.
The child nodded, she understood.
The bear and the child, curled up together. Their dreams entwining as they slept. The winter wind, and mushrooms rings, hollow trees, and crystal wings, the rising sap, and sparrows song.