Scras, this is excellent. I could just take your comment and paste it straight into the sub...:-) I love, repeat LOVE the idea of Sigils polluting the Aether, and the one that many Sigils in one place would compete over available energy. Now I´ll have to go back and muck about with the sub to add this in some way. I might go as far as adding a "Sigil Ecology" subheading. Thanks a lot, friend. A comment like yours sums up why you need to kick your ideas around with other people.
Thinking about it, I may change the raw material problem as well... And , yes, i actually got the idea from Feng Shui. Always liked that idea..
Val, here´s the link to the gun I drew my inspiration from, a firing pin-mechanism that used paper cartridges: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Needle_gun Check it out! But now I got this great idea about Breech-Loader users having "powder tattoos" on hands and forearms because hot soot from the breech has burned itself into their skin....The spare firing pins is a good idea, too...gotta add that, Thanks!
Siren - When I was doing a bit of research I came across something called a needle gun (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Needle_gun) that i´ve used as a template for the breech-loader. In the cartridge of a needle-gun, the primer is located not at the base of the cartridge, but directly beneath the slug itself, so the firing pin must penetrate the entire propellant charge to reach the primer. I think it has something to do with slow-burning gunpowder - if you ignite it from behind, most of it will shoot out of the barrel, adding no gas expansion to the bullet´s velocity. If its set alight front to back, it stays in the weapon. I thought that was a neat idea..:-) /David Go to Comment
I like the idea and its a very well-written sub, short and to the point. A spymaster communicating through pie deliveries is one of those ideas tah readers and players will remember. Good job! Go to Comment
Crap. I´ll find an alternative. Plagiarizing Jordan is a bad idea... Hang on... Mutter, mutter...
Edit: After a bit of research it turns out Jordan named a part of Tear...wait for it..."The Maule". Whoa, off the copyright hook... Still not happy with the similarity, though. Will think on it and see if I have a good alternative. /D Go to Comment
Spot on, Captain... I blatantly stole the name from Howard. It´s such a good name, but he never really expands on it.
I´m glad you all seemed to like it. There´s still some work to be done on this sub, but I hope to have everything done by tomorrow. /david Go to Comment
Molk Peruda is encountered by the PCs on the second day of their journey west from the salt-choked port of Quyn, as they prepare to explore the jungle.
He appears a gaunt, wolfish man, with matted, dark hair that sprouts from his head in dreadlocks, contrasting with his well-oiled, blue-black, conical beard. His eyes are hidden ebon shards beneath thick arching brows, his nose, crooked, long, and reminiscent of a snout. His mouth is a thin, dark line, his teeth unseen even when he parts his lips to speak.
His skin is the color of tallow, surprising perhaps for a renowned jungle guide, yet his natural helm of dreads and the jungle's canopy keeps the sun from bronzing his originally pale flesh. On his back are tattooed three women from the waist up, side-by-side, each resembling the other but of different ages. This is a tattoo of Molk's mother, sister, and daughter. His wife (don't bring her up to him!) was killed by marauding Qullan years ago, and appears as her own tattoo on his broad but sunken chest.
His feet shockingly are turned around 180 degrees at the ankle, facing towards his back! A curse from a pernicious shaman. Molk walks feet backwards (he's used to it) and walks backwards, forwards. This can be very disconcerting and outright creepy to the PCs as he guides them through the rainforest.
Slung from his back is an archer's quarrel of treated wood carved to resemble a stalking leopard, in his hand a re-curved composite bow of horn and sinew, with a pair of vivid, red eyes, each one painted on the opposite side of the hand-grip. In a leather sheath at his belt, hangs a falchion, its pommel adorned with a curved bird's head and beak.