Ahh, but that's what the slimy buggers do best, distracting simple and pure thoughts of survival and honor, and turning them into something weak and foul which they can use to enslave you.. Beware the lies of the salamander-men,my friend! Go to Comment
Mangrove swamps are prevalent in the Eshal home-world and as we know, these swamps are often capable of supporting large trees like the banyan.
As for the Agerai being everywhere, I did imply that was the case. Like any species of predators there are certain areas where they are especially found of congregating , namely the places where mangrove swamps can be found. Go to Comment
Imagine the sands shifting benath your feet to reveal a pack of starving monsters eager to feast on you. Not a pleasant experience, I imagine,and one that would probably make the natives see rain-falls as a mixed blessing. The more superstitious might even see these cats as some kind of super-natural evil that manipulates the rains to lead their prey into their snare. Go to Comment
He,he.. This idea suddenly bored its insidious way into my brain as I was in the chat with Ria one day. I mentioned it, the ideas flew freely from both of us, and this is the result. Glad you enjoyed it, Muro and Cheka. Go to Comment
The Social Climbers are pretty amusing too. Imagine them bing lured to take on an epic quest with some extravagent promise, only to have an army of assasins pursuing them as the reward for their courage. Kinda takes the fairy-tale ending out,no? Go to Comment
Not an unlikely possibility, but they'd have to do their best to stay clear of their former colleauges. The other hounds that still remain true to their lord, would be rattled enough by the defection to go to great lengths not to dissapoint when it comes to apprehanding the traitor. Go to Comment
''I am confused why they are so easily manipulated, though, is it part of their punishment?''
Indeed, it is. Back in their hey-day, the Lohra were master manipulators dedicated to using their arts of decpetion to consolidate their power in hell. When they were cast out, the Lord Of the Desolate Shore was vicious enough to rob them of their cunning and replace it with an almost child-like fear of the unknown.
Moon-Hunter, those are some good ideas. I think I'll incorporate them. Go to Comment
You're absolutely right, angryscotman. Prior to their fall, the Lokra possessed an unearthly beauty. Much like elves or some of the lovelier fae, they would have somewhat resembled humans, with the only visible signs of their non-human origin being their flawless, mesmerising beauty and eyes that were an unsettling yellow in colour. Apart from those minor differences, the Lohra were once six foot tall humanoid beings with black silken locks and exquisite faces that would have tested the skill of even the most accomplished sculptors to replicate. A look from one of those beings would have easily reduced a human of either sex to a state of naked, hopeless desire. Go to Comment
My only regret is that this was not posted under the NPC scetion. Such a creature is a proper individual, rather than being just a generic life-form.. Ignore my griping. I tend to obssess over silly stuff like this. Go to Comment
Cold Comfort is a long-sword of star-steel, its blade giving off a wan, blueish light. Its grip is wrapped tightly in snow-serpent hide, and its pommel bears a single opalescent gemstone.
This blade is enchanted in such a way, that whoever wields it, begins to fall completely and irrevocably "in love" with the weapon. This love does not manifest itself as the expected reverence and bond formed between any warrior and his weapon, but as a deeper, truer love, one has for a soul-mate of the same species! The longer the wielder carries Cold Comfort the stronger and more disturbing this love becomes, and only the most powerful of magicks can potentially break the sword's insidious spell. The blade's owner will even speak to and coo to the weapon, convinced that the sword understands and returns this epic love.
If the blade's wielder somehow loses the weapon or has it taken away, they will become inconsolable, and will predictably go to "ends of the earth and back" to retrieve it at any cost. Such is the weapon's curse that even separation from it does not damper the feelings the owner has for the sword. Legends tell of several distraught and mind-addled knights who even years after losing the blade, still wander the country-side searching for their lost love. And woe be to the "new lover" if and when they find him or her.