One of the religous games played by the Eshal,it is one of the most heart-stopping sports anyone will ever see,aquatic or otherwise.It basically involves a fast swim from one end of a steeply walled pen to the other,something like an Eshal equivalant of a sprint but with a brutal twist.The long,roughly rectangular pen used,is actually divided into two sections,with the shorter one taking up one third of the total space.The stone barrier that divides the pen into the two portions is lifted with the aid of a crude system of pulleys.A trapdoor placed over a very large hole dug into the soft soil can be seen.When a priest gives the signal,two warriors enter the smaller part of the pen through a small side entrance and lift the trapdoor up,before hurriedly darting out.Within moments,massive tiger sharks shoot out of the hole and soon the smaller part of the pen is seething with a school of ravenous,hungry sharks.When that happens,the particpants enter the longer part of pen through a small side entrance and wait for the barrier to be lifted.When the sharks shoot into their part of the pen,they're off!Their goal is to reach the opposite end of the pen before the sharks get them.There a small hole is carved into the wall,through which an Eshal but not a tiger shark can swim.There is no one winner,for all of those who make it out alive,are declared winners. Go to Comment
The Citadel is THE place when it comes to pioneering ever more innovative forms of the undead. This is indeed a beautiful piece. Would an Unclean One be able to accuse the one that denied it rest in a court of law? I can envisage the existence of some kind of religious order that dedicates itself to reaching out to these beings and finding out the identity of the the ones that conducted their improper burials. Go to Comment
I have to say that I like this. The very vagueness that surround this traumatized being, makes him the ideal master-mind, the true author behind the rise of the monstrous evil that the PC's must fight. Of course, the irony is that the Dark Man himself is but a hapless pawn, to be used or rather abused in any manner that his mysterious master sees fit. Nicely done indeed. Go to Comment
I do enjoy this amusing take on the bug bear. And ''Too Much Racket'' puts Grendel in mind. Any chance that Crynog might become a terror if the halflings do something to really annoy him? Go to Comment
This is a very well written sub, and I can imagine the jarring psychological effect that the Skirmishers will have on traditional armies that have never ever encountered women warriors or non-human soldiers on the battle field. However like manfred, I do have a couple of questions. Firstly, does not the oath of allegiance to Thagdad that the company swears, arouse the ire of the kingdom which should probably fear that an inspire captain in the company's ranks may someday declare descent from the founder and decide to wage a bloody war to resurrect the barony? Secondly, in a company where everything is based on merit, how would women soldiers hold their own against male counter-parts that obviously have greater physical strength? Go to Comment
Though it shames me to say this, I accidentally deleted the gruesome appearance when I transfered this from my Microsoft Word. But have no fear, for I have moved swiftly to restore the Scribe's foul visage. Go to Comment
Just to add to what everyone else had said, I'd really like to see this sub expanded. What you've already written makes for interesting, enjoyable reading. I don't find them bland, not at all. Their distant origins in our own planet makes the Nyorians a unique submission to the Citadel indeed. Go to Comment
I enjoyed reading this a lot! She's the only thing that keeps the spirtis of the dream world from wrecking havoc on a city that has sprung around the mysterious gate-way into the world of dreams. What is there not to like? Kudos on that dark, gothic spirit that you have infused both this NPC with as wel as the mysterious, gloomy world she inhabits. Go to Comment
You type the command into the console. "Insufficient Guineapigs" the computer responds. Baffled, you retype the command. "Insufficient Guineapigs" the computer replies again. You decide you should start smaller, with a simpler command. "Insufficient Guineapigs"
What does cycling the spaceship's airlock have to do with a now-extinct Peruvian rodent?