Very cool. You have history. You have detail. You have a great explanation for how and why this perpetual party exists. You even have local slang. It even is not too long, filled with too many details, or makes me feel I should of read a couple of dozen pages first. Go to Comment
This one had a suprise ending. One would expect Gargoyles (even Flash Gordon costume wearing, ray gun zaping, time patrolling ones) give its is a Hunter post, but I didn't until it was too late.
Still I like the resiliancy of these people. They adapted.
And the monsters are not really monsters. They are just trying to muddle along and be quite reasonable in their eyes... since these things could of killed everyone in the city if they desired. Go to Comment
El Camino up the Peninsula. A post office, a theatre, and some shops. Every city had one. Cute.
Okay. Other than that, this is a grand idea. Another forehead slapping moment of things so obvious that you would never think of them until someone pointed them out.
You would have to be very consistant and put one of these in every city in a region (and make sure the players get there). But if you did it, eventually the players would slap THEIR forehead, when the pieces of history came together. Go to Comment
I feel I should leave a comment, against popular tradition. It makes sense. Something happened. People adapted. I like the touch about the monsters moving in and the tough street people kicking their butt. It is a nice bit of history and tells a great deal about the kind of people hanging out around here. Go to Comment
Half point off because I hate Hobbits and Podlings. Other than that, it makes sense to have such a place. Just now that the seige is over, why are they still farming? Can it be that profitable? Go to Comment
MoonHunter is a romantic at heart. This shows it. I like the write up. Another Victorian Maid going mad with grief in a dark and lonely home. She shares her love with no one, yet allows lovers to use her gardens. You just don't see this kind of thing in most gaming areas.
One Question: Is she an Elf or half elf, that is confusing to me. Go to Comment
ROFL "The Army leader dispatched fast riders to various other cities, telling the leaders to tell their Orcen to have fun (and to discreetly ensure that people might goto the festival). Thus, another civil war was narrowly averted by simply throwing a party."
But more seriously. The write up is complete. It give the area a minor Chinatown/ Japantown feel. I like the description of the pits. It gives you the "big feature" that sets this area apart from the others, like Sushi bars and Dim Sum places did fifteen years ago. Why is that part of this write up instead of being a seperate one?
Orcen are code for Mongols right? Or is it code for civilized Orcs? 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.