I dig the vibe on this one. Historical stuff always keeps me interested. Several of the stories strike me as particularly mythicalish, like the Lord of Chu destroying Pillar Circler to his lady's wise words. It's just the sort of thing you'd see in a folk tale or a medieval fable.
It would be nice if it were more complete - detail falls off after Scorched Tail - but as you're sticking with the historical references rather than creating additional myths, I guess you're stuck to it. It might have been good just to stick with the top three and make them subs on their own? *shrug* Either way, I'm happy. Go to Comment
This is handy to have for any army of the undead. I wonder what qualities are to be considered in the strength of the bow. With no string, what's the tension on the bow (or does it not matter, since the dead do not tire)? What range do ethereal arrows have? Go to Comment
The dwarf Argent Forgescale was once a member of the Grand Order of the Reef, defending the Boshic Sea paddling on his longboard and armed with a shark-toothed oar. An ideological dispute about defending the wider seas caused a rift with his branch of the order, and Sir Argent became a free agent. Still dedicated to his cause, he joined in with a band of pirates, seeing an opportunity to eliminate threats to the natural balance of the seas. He is at home on the water, paddling along his longboard as a scout ahead of the ship. He can disappear beneath the waves and hold his breath like a porpoise. Sir Argent is skilled with his toothed oars, wielding two at once and slicing opponents with the barbed teeth. His companion is a great squid that comes to his aid when summoned, tearing with tentacle and beak. Go to Comment
Jolyx is the breadbasket of Kanyx: fertile plains and lush forests. The folk of Jolyx are earthy and hard-working farmers, huntsmen, trappers, and rangers. They are a practical folk, and have never took much liking to kings or tyrants, relying instead on family ties and the leadership of their village elders.
Thus it was was great surprise that Kanyx learned of Jolyx's first great leader: Eiroll the Gray, an aging herdsman who appeared one day with a simple crown and calling himself High Gerent. Eiroll's directives on how to plant and where to graze rubbed against the grain of most Jolyxians. But the few who did try it found they increased their yields, and with time Eiroll was sought for advice by everyone. On his death, the crown passed to his kinsman Kadoll, and thus the high gerentry has stayed in his line.
The Crown of Hunger is made of fine golden threads, made to look like woven wheat. Small gemstones like berries are threaded along, appearing not unlike a festive harvest crown. An elegant crown of humble bearing.
The wearer of the Crown of Hungers cannot starve or die of thirst. Her companions will not feel the pains of hunger, though starvation will still harm their bodies.
The wearer can command domesticated animals - any livestock or hunting animal - with the ease and precision of the skilled druid. Wild animals will not be obeyed, but they fear the wearer of the crown like a powerful shepherd or sheepdog.
Immunity from heat and cold is granted to the wearer, banishing frost and drought alike.
While fighting in Jolyx, the wearer will lose stamina much slower, strongly desiring to protect the farmlands.
This is really well done. It's like you took one of those random magic items from the back of the DM book and turned it into something interesting. And the seamless blend of myths is wonderful. Good work! Go to Comment
These are interesting. I like the Axe.exe. A few of these seem like random enchantments or traits with "axe" at the end (e.g., the Axe of Command or Gang Axe could just as easily be the Sword of Command or Gang Spear), but I like the variety. Go to Comment
I was a little vague in the write up, but "filling in the gap" here means murder, or at least I intended it so. The idea that he would counsel the penitent as a priest of Dawn Lord toward suicide as a sacrifice to Rope Woman is certainly an intriguing one. I suppose it calls into question his dedication to the two gods, whether he is more "truly" a priest of Rope Woman and his Dawn Lord priesthood only a facade. Go to Comment
A party of adventurers walk along late on an open plain, on a moonless night. Abruptly, War screams, the clanging of metal and death-cries are heard. It is an open plain, and nothing is seen, but the sound of a huge battle is all about them. The sounds continue for a half hour before stopping as suddenly as they started. What was it? Perhaps the ghouls of a long-gone battle, reliving their unfortunate last memories...