Nice one. The 'heart' stuff especially. I actually thought as i was reading it, that you were literally going to examine the physical differences between the hearts of men and lycanthropes...chambers, aortas, etc :) Go to Comment
This is an old, badly weathered tome that documents the misadventures of one, Guilbard Brove. In his day, Guilbard was known as the unluckiest man in the whole world. The book never actually explains or even postulates as to why Guilbard was so unlucky, but the author, whomever it was, details the sailors slip ups, mistakes, and near brushes with death, with amazing relish. Ironically, at the end of the book, Guilbard survives all of his trials and tribulations, and sails off into the proverbial sunset, never to be seen again.
Interestingly, the book does not take a comedic or anecdotal approach, but rather one of gloom and melancholy, painting Guilbard as an everyman of sorts, a mournful and soulful figure smothered and tormented by lifes little disappointments, peccadilloes, and misfortunes. It is incongruous and ironic of course, that ultimately Guilbard comes to a relatively blissful and happy ending.
Warning: some literary figures speculate that Guilbards Albatross is a carefully disguised Book of Discordia, and may indeed have an adverse effect on a readers long-term mental state. The fact that the author of this peculiar tale is unknown, only adds to the oddness surrounding this seemingly simple book. Go to Comment
An intriguing book because so few have seemingly been written on the subject in such depth and detail, this is a dry, pedantic work, dealing with the inglorious professions of sapping and mining, a guide and testament to those men and women whose work involved tunneling beneath earth and rock and moat, penetrating, weakening, and deteriorating great fortresses, towers and castles, allowing for armies to overtake and sack them, attaining the glory that so eludes the sappers.
This book is an indispensable guide for armies and generals. It details digging and tunneling techniques, features invaluable information on various forms of underground and underwater demolition, and lists dozens of actual siege reenactments from past wars and battles, with commentary on the successes and failures, focusing of course on the hazardous role of the under-appreciated but invaluable, sapper.
An expose of early engineering really, as well as being an invaluable source and guide for any military unit, this books usefulness is self-evident.
The title of the tome, A Life Not Chosen, is actually a battle cry and often-whispered credo of the sappers exclusive brotherhood. Go to Comment
An onerous but meticulous expose of cannibalism, this book was purportedly written not by primal savages or some isolated tribe, but by the survivors of the Last Winter, a time of failed crops, disastrous weather, and starvation, experienced by the villagers of Hullotz several centuries earlier. During this time of extreme desperation, the villagers took to eating their dead, having little choice in the matter.
Eventually eating the dead turned to sacrificing those still living for the benefit of feeding the community. Many perished ignobly, but ensured the continued existence of others. Later still the book takes on a laborious exposition of every edible body part, and even goes on to identify proper cooking techniques, as well as the nutritional value of various cuts.
This book takes a very matter of fact approach in identifying the root causes and particular taboos associated with cannibalism, but does not glamorize or advocate the practice. It is merely the tale of a distressed people taking desperate measures.
This fact has not unfortunately prevented this book from becoming a bible of sorts for those of a more sinister bend, and passages from the book are often quoted by some humanoid tribes and baleful cultists.
End Note: this book does not actually have a title, and was written by unidentified villagers, Cannibals Delight being a modern euphemistic term for this disturbing treatise. Go to Comment
The Petty Kingdoms is a region consisting of hundreds of small states. Some are kingdoms, some are city states, some are large farming communities, some are duchesses and baronies and so on and so forth. Within a few miles the PCs might reach a new "country" with completely different rules and norms than the one they left behind. "What do you eat here? Humans ye say? Lets turn around fellas."