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
Well Capt'n, the problem with this is the same we have with nuclear weapons - some idiot might use them without considering the consequences. Like if you gave a nuke to some fanatic - he hight set it off in the centre of Tokyo or London or Washington, or the little capitol of the little country I live in, just to show 'them', whoever they may be.
Without fixing it, it should be reduced to a legend: "And once, upon a time, Sendar the Vaillant drew the SoUG and the hordes of the demons as well as the army that lured them to the Tomb of Gods was consumed in a blinding flash. It was where the Circle Sea is today..."
It needs a little tweaking, and, to be honest, I like my fantasy without nukes.
And yes, "lhb/hlllllllllllllllll" sure is great. Some live their lives without ever hearing such a wise saying ;) Go to Comment
Look, if we try long enough, we will find that many a word means something vulgar in some other language, present or past.
For example, in Polish, 'sukat' means 'to search', if I am correct. But the very same word means 'to f**k' in Czech or Slovak. So, iamgine a few Czech tourists entering a polish church during the mass and hear the phrase "We search for you, mother of the Lord". I guess they could not help it and HAD to burst out laughing.
Another example: The turkis word for 'Rose' means 'Whore' in German. Poor girls named Rose I guess.
So I gues, if I name a character Ponglitlaxi, some Aztec will mail me informing me that it means 'Spoogy Jaguar' or 'Hand-cuffed Senate Member with a Condom on his Head"
So it is pointless to point out such bu!!$h!+ Go to Comment
Hmmm. I don't like items that have somuch randomness - like a Wand of Wonder or a Deck of Many things... though they are useful for shifting responsibility for catastrophe from the shouldersof the GM ;) Go to Comment
This could be the start of a series of thematic rings - take certain words and lead them to the extreme...
In my current campaign, one has a ring called Saving Grace, but it could be called Compassion - the wearer can take damage from others upon himself (1 hp per second) and can pospone all damage he suffers for a small amount of time...you guessed it, then suffer it all at once ;D Go to Comment
One more twist ... the children are happy in their new state - they can be creatures of fairy-tale after all, and some of them can fly, and the transformation is not painful...they WANT to bring their fellows the same joy! So, not only the players are killing the kids, but they also are acting against their will, and the kids are but defending their choice.
The wizard is just a befuddled old man who is following the wishes of the kids...literally.
Hey, could I rate an item with 6/5? I loooove this one. Give it to a player with multiple personalities playing a character with multiple personalities, and you can play one on one ... eh, one on many...too many. Go to Comment
Yes. Yes. Yes. This is a bucketload of fun, and only gets better when the PCs go for the really exotic ideas: "So, Mr. Black Emperor Dragon, would you sit here just for one day? We'll send a lot of tasty morsels your way."
Certainly, the players will not remember all the nastiness they put there to hamber the suitors :D Go to Comment
The Jiangsi was the name of an undead being in Chinese folklore and mythology. Usually translated as zombie or vampire for Western palates, the Jiangsi was really neither. They appeared as simply risen, fresh corpses. They moved (peculiarly!) by hopping rather than walking, and sought out the living to suck the Qilife force from their victims.
Perhaps significantly more interesting than the Jiangsi itself, was the lore surrounding them. "Zombie wranglers", or "Corpse Herders", usually Daoist priests, were men tasked with delivering these undead beings back to their respective home towns. Tradition in China placed great importance and emphasis on the return of the dead to their homes and families, and thus the corpse herders came to be. By using magick words and talismans they would animate the dead, and by placing specially inscribed parchments of paper over the Jiangsi heads and faces, the corpse herders would be able to control the hopping corpses. Then like pied pipers, they would lead processions of subdued undead, across many miles, rhythmically chanting and ringing tiny bells.
Special inns were built across China to house these undead caravans, as the zombies could only travel by evening and night, the sun anathema to them. Rows of doors opening to barely a closet-space, lined the walls of these special establishments. Behind these doors, the corpses would be stored upright while the corpse herders rested in rooms.
The Jiangsi under the control of a corpse herder were quite harmless, merely hopping after him, silently and without complaint, for weeks and months. If however, the magicked parchment would somehow be removed from their faces, the creatures would immediately seek living humans to kill. Their thirst for Qi was unquenchable.
The job of a corpse herder was an interesting one to say the least.