I absolutely love the name, and the fact that it was not automatically palmed off onto the mechanically minded gnomes. (Shakes fist at gnomes). The idea seems fairly well fleshed out, and has a plausible backstory. Even Dufgar (who is never described) seems easy for me to imagine. (A young dwarf not yet grown into his beard)
Now for the axe. There are several grammatical and capitalization flaws that need to be ironed out, but nothing that inspires the wrath of the average reader.
Good luck with this, I don't how others will respond to the normally non-magic using dwarves having a magical tunneling machine. Go to Comment
Well written, and sound. This is the kind of post that does make me wish I ha dthought of that. I think that the King acting like a silly maid was my favorite of the potential uses of the clasp. The religious origin of the clasps also neatly sidesteps the cliche 'A wizard made it'
I like this place, it has a certain feel to it, paranoia. I can see all sorts of superstitions abounding, gestures to ward off dragons, matrons telling their children to hush lest they wake the dragon. It could even be just the opposite, with a painfully blind eye, none of the locals know anything bout dragons, and it isn't good to go asking for trouble when there isnt any to be found. Go to Comment
Warm and dry are not really condusive to fungal growth. Other than that, not a bad mushroom city. The elves dont feel very elf-y, more like humans with pointy ears sorta thing, but I guess that is because I assume that elves adapt to their enviroment, and humans make their enviroment adapt to them, and this is more like human actions. Go to Comment
I get the feeling of a half overgrown Mayan city with cyclopean architecture and an almost primitive haphazardness to the construction. I do have some questions: How are the stones moved and these structures built? Why is the flora, to use Kendra's term, so viral in it's growth? Go to Comment
Pueblo construction with a dragon roost on top of it, but why are the pathways narrow by even Kerrenese standards? It seems a bit rude to have people trotting across your roof at any old time of day, imagine trying to take a nap while the local fill in the blank group decides to tramp across your neighborhood. Go to Comment
Werewolf has a similar concept in the City Father totems, spirits that are associated with a specific city. They are tied to the city and it's welfare, but are larger than the normal location based spirit, kinda scatter-brained. It described Atlanta as a singed Southern Belle, While Boston was a fast talking politico who looked like a Kennedy, or something like that.
On the whole, I like that idea, but I like this application better. Each major city could have it's own version of Walker. Go to Comment
Super-sized Mountain Dew or suitable energy-suger-coma inducing drink in tandem with double barrel sweet-tart or pop-rocks candy action. Enough to make your teeth hurt.
A believable character blazing through life so fast that they end up missing important things while they solve crimes, play games and such. A fascinating character that can be played up with a tragic angle since she doesnt seem able to unplug, or unwind. Pending nervous breakdown? Go to Comment
A crumpled pack of cigarettes and a half matchbook of matches from a local bar, a battered ball cap from the local city team, and a threadbare and worn jacket. Maybe for a hint of color a shiny button, while the classic Smiley Face is out, perhaps a political campaign button, four to ten years old or the kind of buttons that they give children, superstar, ace, etc. Go to Comment
Quite an interesting duo, If I may say so. This is a novel application of an AI, being protrayed in the manner of a urban spirit. I think that the dynamic interaction between Chandler II and Adel are what really make this duo work. Alone, each of the two isn't that outstanding but together...well that is certainly worthy of a story. Go to Comment
Of course there also the opportunity for the Kingdom to truely become evil. The necromancers have the ear, and in a way the fear, of the king with their undead legions. A small request there, a little favor here, and soon the Black Legion has become as powerful as the Praetorian Guard of the Roman Empire. Nice. Go to Comment
Arts and Entertainment
Far from the civilized tastes of elves and men, orcs have little value for dance, or for theatre or for the visual arts such as painting, or sculpting. They do show a great deal of support for lorekeepers or storytellers who keep their myths and legends and for musicians. Few can imagine an orc bard, but they do exist playing drums, digeridoos, and brazen horns. Bards and sages are given a great deal of respect, and trust. They are among they few who are not expected to pick up a weapon and give battle. There are few orc bards who would pass a battle though. It was in the guise of a acolyte bard that I spent much of my time.
The support of these 'artists' comes from the traditions of the clan, and tribe. The chieftan, or khan of each tribe is expected to keep a number of sages and bards within the tribe. Other lesser chieftans, such as those of the subclans can show up the ruling chieftan by having more or better bards, and sages.
Entertainment among orcs is seldom a spectator event. Hunting dangerous prey and 'sport' are by far the most common forms of recreation. There is a surprisingly intricate game the orcs play that they claim is sacred and the sages whisper dates back to ancient Yrth, the ancestral home of the orcs. The game is played with a ellipsoid ball sewn from animal leather that is at first simply seemed to be fought over until a more intricate underlying of rules can be percieved. It is from this primitive game of 'foot ball' or Orcball that many orcs learn their skills of combat. Evasion, bull rushes, and concepts of offence and defence are paramount in the sport and winners gain prizes and respect of the others. No khan has ever set on a set without having lead a team to great victories.
The slaves, and children of the tribe who are not allowed near orcball, or hunting are given over to lesser pastimes. They play games with sticks, such as hoop throwing, and tossing 'jacks'and other skills of manual dexterity. It is haunting to see orc children playing at games such as cat's cradle and think myself so different from them. Older slaves find ways to find the games of their own culture, or play at an orcish version of stones.
Displays of horsemanship are common pastimes among the more wealthy orcs. They will work to breed the best animals, and show them in contests of grueling obstacle courses, long jumps and endurance racing.
Aside from being raised as a food animal, chickens, generally larger and more foul tempered than human breeds, are used in pit fighting. The chicken fights are a social gathering, and a place where wagers are made. Fortunes are seldom won or lost over a chickenfight, though loot is often exchanged over the outcome.
The barrel chested orchound has been bred to fight, and pull. Dog fighting, considered barbaric and sometimes illegal in human lands is a vital thing among the orcs. Horses, slaves, and other real pieces of value are wagered before prize hounds enter the pit. Losers are often saved by the orcish grasp of healing magics, and the winners are treated as lavishly as any great warrior would be.
As common as tales of human cannibalism, tales of slave combat also abounds. While it is true that the orcs on occassion will send their slaves against one another, it is seldom the event that the outside thinks it is. Slaves are considered exceptionally poor fighters, and sometimes are matched against a fighting cock. A slave duel is a matter of comedy for the orcs. Go to Comment
To the bardic comments and questions above, pretty much yes to all of them. Some orcish heros and chieftans were such paragons of Orcish virtue that it doesnt denegrate for them to be sung of in the halls of other clans. The Bloodrock clan, who has a long running fued with the Warsong clan could not dispute the fact that the Warsong chieftan Blood-Wolf was a mighty cheiftan for he brought great and terrible ruin upon the elves, slew the human champion of Kar-Thrull in single combat, and mastered the sword to an extent unknown. He is a great orc.
Now on the other hand, said bard above could compare the current chieftan as similar to Blood-Wolf, praising him and his prowess even if he is at best a mediocre chief. If there is an ass, there is an asskisser.
Now, playing his elf-gut harp, the glib bard could compare the mediocre chief to Blood-Wolf, and praise a rival chief in a backhand fashion, saying that the glory of the standing chielf is so great, that the rival cannot help but press hius face to the dirt and hold his swords by the blades, indicating a lack of heart, and courage of the rival.
It all depends on the cunning of the bard, and what his true intentions are, if any other than keeping his plate full of meat, and his tail wrapped in fur. Go to Comment
A legend tells of a people living deep in the desert, they appear at first as ordinary human beings, sometimes impersonating someone familiar to the PCs, before causing their features to disappear, leaving a blank, smooth sheet of skin where their face should be.