Well, the name of the critter is on point! :) I also like that it wasn’t a run of the mill foot long slug but rather something diabolical. And you have to love their civic utilitarianism. And they’re somewhat lovecraftian too. I approve. Go to Comment
Too many standard derivatives. Speed, Winged, Silence? cmon these boots have been around for 40 years. A few are original and interesting though. I’d suggest that if you don’t have 30 “interesting” ideas for whatever, don’t bother stretching to 30. Go to Comment
These magical boots empower the wearer with several abilities at once. Wondrous leaping, water-walking, and even flying! Yet the boots possess an insidious curse upon them as well. A deep and almost unfathomable (by others) feeling of listlessness, boredom, and even apathy affects the boots' wearer at all times whenever they are donned. Magic will not dispel the effects.
And so while the wearer of the boots can perform great feats of action during combat or at other opportune times and key moments, they'll never really want to do so, complaining "Meh, what's the point of it all anyway?" or "I would fly up and save us all guys, but sigh, maybe uhm, soonish, mkay? Bit bored by this whole burning tower at the moment."
Naturally the boots wearer's fellow PCs will grow quickly frustrated with this arrangement. There have been numerous occasions when one angry PC literally tears off the boots from his companion's feet in anger, and dons them in turn, only to immediately suffer from the same effects.
The solution lies in constantly "motivating" the boots' wearer with successful rolls, involving threats, flattery, fiery speeches, or even bribery. Go to Comment
Just a fun one. Nothing specifically jumps out at you (I’ll show myself out :p) as you read, but a good solid write-up of a sub-class! Trying to get back to some fantasy writing and have some were-spider ideas circulating in my head currently, so this helps!! Go to Comment
This is very interesting (in a good way), but I have questions. I don’t get a specific sense of what they’re actually about. It starts off by saying ‘say goodbye to moldy grimoires’ but then goes into “prop dependency” and the limitations being ‘can’t cast without their books and scrolls”. I’m pretty sure I get what you’re going for here and a I heartily approve of this new streamlined sub-class of “sorcerer-magi-warlock supreme”, but it seems a bit disjointed.
Soooo, this is very good! I've always had in the back of my mind to do a 30 drugs submission, but felt I couldn't come up with 30 of them that were interesting and/or different enough. No such issue here. And LOVE all the names and "other" names. Automatic "will use these" score from me. Go to Comment
Fun one! Feels like an old-school magic item. I also like that its an alchemical process as opposed to a *poof* spell effect. For some reason, I find myself recalling that Chimera Quest from a few weeks ago, and figuring that a "Chimera Egg" could also be a "thing." Go to Comment
This was a fun read despite its workbook type of format. I like where this is headed. Particularly like that you mention how things won't be all *that* different because human nature will be what it will be and that history will repeat itself amidst the stars. Go to Comment
A wild species, vinus homophagus, more akin to sea-grape rather than the terrestrial variety, is not a monster despite its fanciful name. The grapes, a deep purple color when in bloom, and oozing dewdrops of perspiration, like the most prized and delectable of drinking wine grapes, do however deserve their moniker. Wine made from this fruit, is deadly to most humanoids, as is the raw berry if plucked and eaten from the vine. It is the unnatural chemical concoction found within the fruit’s tart skin, which gives the man-eating grape its name. The chemical stew found inside each berry, functions as a necrotic agent, the same as found in some species of venomous snakes.
The grapes literally eat their victims from the inside out, via cell death, melting and destroying the organs in quick succession.
The tribes of Pra-Oohk Crater, of the jungles of Ghlush are known to sell the fermented “wine” of this grape to merchants of distant lands. Sadly, the taste of the concoction is divine when first quaffed, and even worse, the man-eating grape wine will never detect as poisonous via mundane means, its horrid natures somehow masking all attempts. Luckily the man-eating grapes are extremely rare, and endemic to humid jungles.