Heh, the adventurers who wear it care! I(magine that adamantine was pink, mithral turqouise and meteoric iron orange! It would severely limit your choice of equipment, unless of course you INTENDED to look like a circus tent. Go to Comment
A teacher. An avenger against a unsavoury party. A great story hook, or a way to show the mighty warrior that no-one is invincible.
Say, fifteen years later, a young lad/lass could appear at courst, desiring to be the duellist, much against the mother's wishes.
If Bianca found some latent magical abilites, she could fully compensate for her lack of sight - like a fortuneteller in a book of TerryPratchett, who trained her precognition to work on the present. Go to Comment
Heh, much unlike a guy I played with once... He put down some adversary, and I explained: "All that is left of him is but a hollow scream..." and he answered: "Great! I pick up the scream. Now I got my own scream!" Go to Comment
There could be others, like Bilukka, a tasty spicy sauce that enhances fertility, or that really exquisite ChocBanaKiwiMint fruit that you can't get enough of, but that gives you a 5% chance of fumbling up any spell. Go to Comment
This is actually nice, most nice.
And as for your worries - it will never get weird enough! Just keep getting weirder! The players will love unique opponents.
I agree with the suggestion that, while he is a positive character, Four-Arms should be an antagonist for the weak men hiding behind the false shelter of civilization, forfeiting individual power for the might of the masses...
Tremble, spoilt weaklings, at the fury of nature unleashed (down, bad dog, nooo!) Go to Comment
Don't be dismayed Captain, you have posted much better items, you will again.
About the item:
It is just like with nuclear weapons - if it is there, some fool might just use it, and if its ONLY danger is that it might kill the user inside an inferno it released, taking the whole surroundings with him, and it has no limits on activation (one does not need that much to set off a working nuclear warhead) it WILL be used too often - I suppose the cauldron is not consumed by its own rage, right? A reusable nuclear weapon? Imagine what certain folks, say, in Palestina, Iraq, Ireland or Basque would give for this...their very souls, and their grandma as a bonus.
Duh, I don't like nukes that much, except when dropping them at the Zerg... 3/5 Go to Comment
Actually interesting, if a little short. I'm surprised that the Capt'n would ever use such a term as 'neutral good' ;) Perhaps you could edit him a bit and flesh him out? Still, I like it. Go to Comment
The third son of a candle-maker, and secretly a spy, Tsiao Fong Wei betrayed his family, clan, and town to the merciless Qongg Dynasty, causing the deaths of his own family members. He survived to an old age hiding out in the country side and keeping a low profile. One day however, the “Paper Knife” finally found Tsiao Fong Wei , and exacted his revenge on behalf of the folk, dead and tortured.
After a furious struggle, the “Paper Knife” plunged twin burning candles into the eyes of the traitorous old man and laughed, as Tsiao Fong Wei howled in dismay and pain. Some say Tsiao Fong Wei died that day. Others say that the old man somehow escaped despite his sudden anguish and utter blindness.
The truth is lost to time.
But to this day the children of the Red-Ridge County towns and villages are told by their parents to always beware twin lights in the darkness and to never venture into the woods at night, and to keep an ear open for the Groaning Ghost, for somewhere out there Tsiao Fong Wei the Traitor, now a vengeful spirit, stumbles about the darkness moaning and wailing, candles still sticking forth from out of his otherwise empty eye sockets. And though the candles plunged into his eyes all those years ago were a’flame going in, now the wax protuberances are somehow lit from within and burn without, and two flickering lights in the darkness, always portend his coming.