A simple patriot of his home city of Arga, he was captured during a war with a neighboring state. He did not go well, fighting bitterly against his newfound slavery. Now forced into hard labor by his captors, he is frequently beaten and abused because of his heritage (the two cities were rivals). He is planning vengence: many of Arga are in the camp of slaves, and he plans to led a rebellion against the tyrants that captured them.
Once a professor at the most prestigious of universities, she was captured by slavers en route to an important conference. After learning her identity, the slavers tripled her price (they had been trying to sell her as a flesh slave) and displayed her at the rich cities of the empire. She was purchased by a rich family and given the task of educating their four brats. Although more educated, she is treated less well than the Scribe, mostly due to the abrasive personality of her masters. She has quickly grown bored of teaching the uninterested children elementary knowledge and yearns for more challenging and intelligent conversation. Go to Comment
The scientific discussion is pretty interesting here, but more than that I like the idea of a simple ballistic weapon that can destroy solar systems. Brutally simple.
Supposing one had the proper technology, couldn't an asteroid belt be mined for sufficient minerals to create a Star Hammer? Or enough raw iron be created in some sort of fusion reaction of other, lighter elements? I ask as a pure amateur here; my working knowledge of advanced astrophysics is surpassingly light.
I'm cool with non-magical fruit, but exploring some more of the social construct of the fruit would be interesting. Recipes, old wives tales, the fruit as a symbol for something (health? safe journeys?), etc. It's the little things. Go to Comment
I would actually be rather disturbed to run into a field full of these, especially given my penchant for blowing the heads off of their non-sentient kin. I would almost say it's *too* fantastic for my tastes, but that sounds ridiculous, so I won't say it. A lovely little color creature.
Also, the word "Plantkin" sounds adorable. It is the new nickname of my houseplant. Go to Comment
I love the visual I get with this creature. I'm curious about the poison. Is it just a result of their "magically tainted prey," or a natural development of physiology like a komodo dragon's bite, or what? Go to Comment
Stormbound, the ship rolls hard over to once side. All that is not strapped down is tossed violently overboard in a splash of freezing water.
There, on the horizon- a tower. Squat, it stands alone on a tiny island. However, it's the only land in sight, and any more of this ferocious storm will crush the boat to splinters.
Taking shelter within the ornate entryway of the squat tor, the party notes with interest that no signs of life break the silence of the stone tower. As they take another step forward, they realise why.
This is the fabled tower of Brenji, a rich merchant who wished none to share his enormous wealth. He constructed this tower to store his gold- trapped and ready for any potential thieves. But the ingenious pitfalls and scything walls are not the only dangers within the silent walls of the building. A guardian, left behind by Brenji, still stalks these very halls.
A rattling hiss echoes somewhere from below...
Encounter ( Water ) | May 20, 2005 |