Good idea, but I agree with cheka, it could use some more explaining. An idea on where it went, maybe when the wizard enchanted it he made it so that he orb would teleport to his place of birth/college/other importent place. Go to Comment
4/5 Great item. All of the nitpicks I have with it have already been covered. So on to the idea mill.
You could make instant civil war in one of your enemies realms by mass producing these and then "accidentally" having a box fall out of the back of a wagon in the middle of the city. Of couse you'd have to make sure you left town REALLY fast or you'd die too.
Or you could get a sneaky theif to replace the princes wedding ring with a disguised one of these. Put the Diamond/Ruby/Precious Gem over the mirror and switch the two. Boy would that cause some inter-kingdom problems when the king's only son, half of his entourage, and the princess's father, were brutally murdered as soon as the prince said his vows.
See how much havok people can have with something that a mage made innocently trying to cure his daughter of insanity. Almost makes you wonder why my PCs still try on every ring that I give to them. But it does explain the fact that they are missing half of their fingers on their left hand. Go to Comment
Yummy like pie. I love this, it'll fit well into my world where many people seem to find happiness in slaughter. Maybe give it to my lawful pain in the butt palidin, see how long he can stand up to the temptation.
What would happen if Jack himself put it on though? Would he decide to just go downtown and kill as many people at once as he could before he got taken down or what? Go to Comment
I'm going to have to ask the same question as manfred, why? Is it an evil sorceror at work, and if it is, why didn't he have them play with the kids instead of the parents. Or is it the god of trickery, looking for another cheap laugh, I could almost see that. I don't know, it just seems to be missing a purpose.
Maybe it's heated enough so that the bolt spreads out on contact with the target. So while it may cauterize the wound on entry it would still provide a rather larger hole than a standard crossbow bolt. And as to your comment about firey ordinance being used in battle causing as much damage to friend as foe, so does anything that deals damage remotely. Friendly fire isn't. This applies as much for cold crossbow bolts as warm/hot ones. 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.