I'll echo Moon here and say that this is an awesome post. Just to be absolute;y sure, the physical transformation that they undergoe is determined by the unique social situations surrounding them right? Man, these are the kind of warriors that just have to be pitted against the most fearsome foes that exist in fantasy RPG. Go to Comment
Meyurk is rather well-written but I it did leave me with some questions. What are the set of circumstances that led him to killing the duke's son? This is just my opinion, but I think it would have been a unique situation that would have led to a high ranking noble encountering the mountain dwelling Egoyo. And does he have any long term ambitions like reestablishing a new Egoyo colony or seeking vengeance against the Duke?
What are his log term-goals? Does he have any intnetion Go to Comment
This is certainly a charming little character and it would indeed be hilarious if admirers of her beauty were to discover her true nature. However, I have a question. Has the isolation from her own kindred negatively affected her in any way? Go to Comment
A little too short for my taste, but this purely a personal preference. Apart from that minor gripe, I have to agree with sentiments that have already been expressed. The idea, though simple, is certainly well-thought out and constructed. Not all deadly ''monsters'' have to be motivated by a maloveant intelligence and loathing for humanity. This is nothing more than a humble life-form simply wanting to propagate itself, but that basic genetic drive is precisely what makes it such a menace. Good job. Go to Comment
She is certainly an intriguing woman, an ogress that ironically enough, uses her skills in the are of enhancing beauty as a tool to subvert human leaders. Certainly a far cry from the slavering, hulking brutes that most of us think about when the word ''Ogre'' is mentioned. I do have a query though. Why do her clients have such disproportionate levels of influence on their spouses? In most warrior, male-dominated societies, women fill a strictly sexual and domestic role. Why are the women whose needs she meets, able to bend strong-willed leaders into doing fulfilling these favors? Go to Comment
You said that she is an assassin. Does this mean that she accepts contracts from the wealthy to kill their foes? If not, I think vigilante might be a more accurate term to describe her. Just my two cents. Go to Comment
I don't have much to add except to say that I like this! Yes, it is on the silly side, but that just adds to its appeal. I guess I just enjoy the way this irreverent sub doesn't seem to take itself seriously. Go to Comment
This is an interestig twist on an old stereotype. A departure from the arc-typical brooding, sinister necromancer is always good. These two jolly adventurers are probably going to surprise heroes that have come to think of all those who summon the dead as being dour, depraved madmen out to destroy the world. I do have a couple of questions however. Assuming the world they inhabit is one where necromancy is forbidden, why did they choose to delve into it something that would have been considered abhorrent? And more importantly, why aren't witch hunters and other champions of ''good'' pursuing them? Go to Comment
AutoMedon – A mechanical poet of renown not for his vast catalog of poetry, but for his complete lack of anything written or spoken, having had no output in his programmed profession. His creator is unknown or at least unaccredited, and there are those in great number in the artistic world who wonder and marvel at his inability to produce poetry, crediting that flaw to his creator who is unknown or at least un-credited. There is also a small faction of scholars who believe that when he finally, finally speaks, it will be the most beautiful or sorrowful verse ever spoke or will ever be spoken. Whether his creator is among either group or dead is unknown. AutoMedon sits alone under a tin roofed enclosure, upon a stone chair, with his gaze off in the distant as if thinking.
“It’s strange to look at this mechanical man and think what thoughts are working through its’ workings or even if the damn thing is” – Aralis of Qurim, poet and pottery salesman