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Strolen's comment on 2005-12-17 06:32 PM
Grothar leans over the counter as he pours you a mug of ale. "You best stay for the show tonight. I got myself a new entertainer. She goes by the name of Amber...Amber....something or other. Never did catch her name. In and out with her companions like they were into something urgent. Got themselves involved with the seawolves that be plaquing our streets."

"Yep, regular demons running around causing a ruckus. Bad for business I'll tell ya. I hear that they caught a couple of them already and they be holding 'em at the Temple of Sails. Having trouble finding 'em but they say they take to the sea. No chance of rounding them up out there. Not without the help of the mermen anyway and no one seems to know where they disappeared to."

He takes out a towel and wipes down the counter with loving care. "People around here are spooked and are ready for the end of it all. Don't want to leave their homes for fear of running into one of the beasts. Lord Foxrin is in an uproar I hear. Sent out the guard to be patrolling round the clock. Enlisting common folk to help hunt them down. Only problem is nobody knows how many of the devil-kin there are."

Grothar shakes his head with unease. "I best be tending the rest of the bar. Be sure to give a holler as soon as your mug runs dry. Remember, show starts at 8:00...well, usually anyway."

With a smile Grothar tends his other patrons. Go to Comment
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Strolen's comment on 2006-12-15 05:43 PM
"Ach welcome, welcome. We are under new management now. I am Brawn Hammerstein an adventurer of many years, I could tell you a tale or two, the things I could do with a donkey and a carrot.. ach those were the days.

Mind that table, yes you can seen that we are still under con..

Morgan watch where you throw those blasted til.. don't give that boy or i'll ^%#&^^$ come up there and beat the *&^% out of that small head of yours.

Apologies it's hard to find good help these days. Where was I oh yes - under construction, dusty here ain't it.

Last stop you get though before you reach the mountains to the East, There's the woods to the South and the port nearby, Although between you and me sailors always smell of fish and I don't trust people who call floating on blasted bit's of wood a living. Yes there's been quite a bit trouble with the woods lately, wolves mostly, getting a bit daring these days.

I have to leave you now, I haven't recieved the barrels from Isocarta yet, blasted expensive the Taverns down there. And the barmen,.. wouldn't trust em as far as I could throw em, and believe me that's some distance. Now where have those blasted monks got to.. MORGAN!? blasted quite
they are.... when I find th...... MORGAN?!" Go to Comment
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Strolen's comment on 2006-12-15 05:44 PM
Hugghhh der still be much grumbling from dem people on the plains, more sightings of flying things, and now sandstorms too, come out of nowhere rage for hours and den vanish at the blink of an eye. As if dat should be bad der been funny business about dat Talan puddle too, been more
sightings of dem water things, creatures made of water, rising and sinking, it not be right I tell you, it was enough to have a few sightings now and den, but every body that pass dis way from the Lake tell of sightings. Me bones a creakin at der thought of it, something bad is a coming." Go to Comment
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Strolen's comment on 2006-12-15 05:44 PM
"Ah me friends welcome, here ave a draught on the house. You've come at blasted bad time. There's been nuttin but bad omens around for weeks, first dem blasted raids by those so called Edmanciums and now..

By Ventors beard had I been there..

A guest has died in der house of old Hospis, der lord, he's been a raging for day's I pity der blood stained hand of him who killed him. Blast his eyes I do not, I would hunt him myself if I we're not tied to this place.

Hospis has called out the guard, too stubbon he is to call for help from Foxrin and dem other Lords. It be a slur to his name, a guest dyin under his protection.

But what be reason I say, the Edmanciums are bringing themselves up for the wrath of four lords if this carries on.

Achh it be bad times, ders also been rumours from the steadings to der west, strange sightings they says. Strange looking birds over the plains and fires in the night, goats missing and the like. Although in dem plains it be no rare thing. Dey be soft and moan like women but with the recent happenings...

Go south if I was you, find the Last Stand Tavern in Isocarta, me old friend Grothar might know more. Tell him from me dat business here be flowing freer then his watered beer, AH HAAAAA ahha ha" Go to Comment
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Strolen's comment on 2006-12-15 05:45 PM
"It has been a long time my friends, no doubts you been out saving the Land of Aros and such, hehe.

It has been quiet, I thinks dat der king has those Edmanciums hiding for now, blasted cowards. Goblins be better, dey at least will fight in der open, not run and hide.

It be der forest, too many places to hide, dem lords should hire more rangers to patrol dem, adventurers to clear it. Ahh if only I wear a young lad again, there'd be nowhere to hide. It seems that the trade from Isocarta be slower then it twas too, probably fear of dem bandits.

MORGAAAANNNN bring me a tray of ales ya lazy oaf!! Ventors beard.. he's been a mooning after that lass at the bakery again. She be after the blacksmiths apprentice.. hehe dat las knows how to sweet talk men, humans I will never understand. I was a talkin to Landra a while ago, now that be a woman. Break your arm with a finger she could, ahaha, not bad for a human she agreed to take him into der guard to train im. That be the women to talk to about troubles in der city.

Here sup on this draught. Go to Comment
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Strolen's comment on 2006-12-15 05:45 PM
The loud noises of warriors returning form a long hunt fill the air. The timberwolf hunt was a success and the town should be free of their constant aggravation until next spring.

The shouts of men buying drinks for each other fills the Tavern. Screaming and shouting about the kills each had drowns out all but the loudest of guests. A constant roar fills the place.

As the noise continues a man slams open the door and enters the room with fear and sorrow in his eyes. He yells at the top of his lungs, "THEY ARE DEAD...ALL OF THEM!"

A hush falls over the Tavern as these words are announced.

"They are dead," he repeats with tears starting to sting his eyes. "The Toral family has been murdered!"

"The Torals," a man shouts, "I just saw them this morning. They were going to come in late from the hunt. Alin Toral wanted to show his son where the timberwolves main lair was. We killed all those timberwolves. Who murdered him?"

"It was no animal that killed them. It was bandits."

Shouts and calls are made at this. Solar prides itself on keeping there land free of danger. The town is centralized around an organized militia. It is insane to say that brigands have infiltrated the protected forests of Solar. Many men remark in this way all jumbled together.

"It was bandits," the man repeats. "Alin killed three 'fore they took him and his family. The slimy bandits had a nasty tatoo on there back. It was of a wierd dragon shape or something. The council gathers now to discuss the situation. If only our king were alive. 'Tis a shame he met his fate at the hands of an accident."

The group leaves the bar and makes there way to outside of the castle to find out what exactly has transpired. Go to Comment
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Strolen's comment on 2006-12-15 05:46 PM
The bar is filled with the celebrating of the good people of Solar. A celebration like none have ever heard of in Solar is taking place. Wenches scurry from table to table not moving fast enough for all the orders called at them. The entire place is filled with excitement.

Someone near the back stands on a table and motions for silence. Quickly the entire place calms down as everyone directs there attention to the man standing on the table. Whispers heard tell that it is Glendor Grimdor, the head of the militia in Solar.

Glendor puts his hands over his head and announces to the gathered. "Today we have met a great victory. We have overcome the Edmancium in this great battle."

He is interrupted by mighty cheers and hollers from the bar and it takes several minutes for them to calm down.

"But this is only one battle. We cannot hope that we have rid the Four Cities of this foul clan. We must continue our vigil till every caravan and traveler feel safe to walk our roads. We must remember our losses also. The ones that gave their lives to provide us with the security we expect. Let us give a moment of silence in honor of the few who fell in battle. The greatest honor
to be given to a warrior of Solar."

The place falls silent and is broken a few moments later by Glendor.

"In your celebrating keep in your minds those that have fallen, and remember the ones who have taken them. The coward mage who hid during battle only to attack with cowards magic and then run away. He knows the might of Solar and ran from it. But we will chase him my friends," he continues yelling over the calls for revenge. "He will find no solace in his travels. Not until he rests, buried in the earth."

Glendor picks up his cup and raises it to the air, "To revenge. All the sweeter for the chase."

Yelling loud enough to deafen errupts in the bar. Not one person is left in their chair as they all call on the death of their enemy. Vows to not rest until the land is free are heard intermixed with calls of death to all that oppose Solar. The look of madness is in many eyes. The wenches hide behind the bar, scared of what has turned from a joyous celebration to a call for revenge.

Glendor lets out a mighty yell and jumps from the table and walks swiftly out the door. The bar quiets down and returns to what it was at the beginning. Go to Comment
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Strolen's comment on 2006-12-15 05:47 PM
As you enter the smoky bar the smell of meat and ale assail you from all sides, it is still early evening but already the Tavern is bustling with activity. The Barkeep is busy filling tankards while the serving maids run from table to table, giving an adept slap of the hand now and again.

The place seems very reserved, the crowds not yet drunk from an excess of beer, mostly patrons there for a meal.

As you stride towards a seat snatches of conversation drift to your ear.

From a table to your left a well muscled man with a long sword laid on the table is talking to a dwarf sitting opposite him, pausing only to drink from his pint. "I tell you there's a fortune to be made in the North, Solar is being over run by timberwolves at the moment, a job would be guaranteed. What do you think?"

The dwarf seemingly oblivious to any thoughts at all apart from the haunch of venison in front of him grunts through a mouthful of the meat.

Nearer to the bar a small man with a love of tasteless gold rings berates a young woman, his voice high pitched and nasal. "You know better then to think of seeing that woodcutters son, why, they say that the forest is crawling with all manner of creatures, werewolves no less and other strange creatures.."

You sigh in sympathy for the girl who sits with her head down avoiding the mans gaze.

Across from them an old woman complains to an old man who sits there nodding absently at the woman's ramblings as they whistle threw her teeth. "Ah it's not right I tell you, his daughter goes missing and what does he do? Nothing, he is the Lord Mayor he could have the town guard to look for her, and talking about him, his new taxes......"

As you reach your seat a serving girl approaches you. "What'll it be then?" Go to Comment
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Strolen's comment on 2006-12-15 05:48 PM
You walk towards your usual table, it has been a hard day and you are tired and in need of some food and drink. The bar is empty at this time of day and conversations and mutterings fly across the room.

A crash draws your attention before you can order. From across the room you see a two men facing each other, chairs and mugs lie on the floor. One has the look of a marked veteran, the other the touch of youth in his features.

The young one stands with his back straight and seems furious at the older man. "It twas not my fault I tell you, I was awake at my post and I heard nothing! They came out of nowhere, all those damned trees how could any one see anything, the roads within this forest are no longer safe to travel even for an armed escort."

The veteran seems taken aback at the vehemence in the young guards voice. "Then you failed at your job lad, we were hired to guard a caravan and failed." His voice rises as his own anger boils to the surface. "Do you know how hard it will be to find work now! We have been disgraced, and you then have the gaul to tell me that they ran away not on two feet but on four.
Do you know how that sounds, and they ran as fast as wild dogs. It is not even a full moon lad. Lucky for you that you had the sense to shout for help, we may all be dead now."

"They did run on four feet, I saw them." The youths shoulders slump, as he picks up a chair and sits again.

An elf walks over from a nearby table and pats the youth on the shoulder. "Do not be too disheartened young warrior, in the forest it is told of strange illnesses that can turn the minds of men into that of a raging beast. It is also extremely hard to see within the canopy of the forest. We elves too can feel the change in the forest, what with the threat of these Edmancium raiders and now strange sightings being reported in the forest, we are all a little uneasy." He reassures the young man before helping them pick up the strewn plates and mugs.

The attention of the crowd draws away from the scene as calm returns to the table. As you look round you can see that the unease is not limited to the three in the corner, all around people sit uneasy at their seats sipping at their drinks and eating slowly and grudgingly.

The table next to you seats two men, both merchants by the look of their gaudy clothing, one feral faced and the other with too much weight and beads of sweat on his brow.

"Times have become desperate." The thin man remarks to the other, glancing towards the scene of the incident. "It was a pity about Shad's caravan being raided like that, lucky he did not lose too much."

The other mops his brow and interjects. "But he lost four guards. We should be more careful, hire more guards. Perhaps we should travel in groups. No, no that would be too big a target wouldn't it. Should we ask the lord for.."

"Bahh, rubbish. Guards are two in a dozen, most you can hire today aren't worth the scraps under your feet. As to the lord, what would he do, send his own private guard as escorts, heh, no. We are the life blood of the four cities and we are becoming the targets of every bandit and thief in the forest, and what do the lords do, nothing! I tell you we should move from here, trade between the eastern lands and Solar. We are becoming isolated so far in the woods, blocked on all sides." The mans thin body shakes as he wheezes." The fat man nods energetically, between bites of food, at his every word.

Your attention is drawn away by the serving maid as she drifts over. Go to Comment
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Strolen's comment on 2006-12-16 10:59 AM
"I heard that Jukal of the north is caravaning this way riding the storm."

"Jukal? No way, he has never come down here."

"Kio said that was the rumor that came down on the last three caravans of the fall. Three I tell ya. Not all of them could have made up the same lie about Jukal!"

"No, but Kio could have. I bet he drank like a fish and didn't have to buy one drink while telling all of Jukal coming."

"So what? What if Jukal really is coming and Rock Jaws meets him?"

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere near that! Not for anything. I need a drink. HEY WENCH!" Go to Comment
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Strolen's comment on 2011-02-26 03:32 PM


Birds have been dying for weeks, damndest thing you ever did see. One moment they be flocking and ducking and the next they be falling right at your feet. Not natural I say, not natural. Somes have had the fortitude to try cooking them up. Heck, in these times it might be hard to resist, I don't view them any worse, just saying I wouldn't never be trying them as my main dish. Anywhos, they did get the sickness not long after for their trouble. Few died from what I hear, but they don't stay dead. Now, these are just things I been hearing I'm telling you. But my door be locked tight an night from now on. I am just fine hearing about them, not wanting to see none of it for myself, that is for certain.


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Strolen's comment on 2011-02-26 03:33 PM


There are some great hooks amongst all those great rumors. Awesome thread and a higher vote for the value that all the members provided from the seed!


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Rumors and Tales
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Strolen's comment on 2014-01-05 01:06 AM
Still an awesome sub full of great ideas! Go to Comment
Remaking the Undead
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Strolen's comment on 2012-01-08 10:18 AM


Awesome collection of submissions!


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Purse of the Dai Kiri
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Strolen's comment on 2011-02-26 04:28 PM


This could have been left as a simple, good item but all the details down to local names they are called due to their picking up of things to put in the bag. It was all genius.  And just when I thought it was done and the conclusion was just going to nicely wrap it up, you show a way to render the bag useless and spend its magic so they can't be caught with the item. Awesome!


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Baldamont Castle
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Strolen's comment on 2011-02-26 08:44 AM


That thief was a perfect addition that made the post for me. He probably does escape and he probably is getting paid kingly prices to sneak nobles our and/or to smuggle people in to visit. I can see the intrigue and politics continuing on with little restriction because the warden believes everything is as it should. Little does he know that most all roam and move as freely as they were in their own palace. 


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The Golden Frog
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Strolen's comment on 2008-08-06 05:42 AM
"Good Slop and a Quick Flop" .... love it!

Great atmosphere came through in the post with enough about the town and the inn to make it stand very solidly on its own. Not sure if I have read a better inn description! The plot was a small added bonus that was slightly unexpected. If the town found out there would probably be a riot and may the gods save the ones that took it. Go to Comment
Heroic but non-magical items
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Strolen's comment on 2005-12-15 11:50 AM
I posted an idea awhile ago that said something like the sharpness of the blade increases with the skill of the wielder. Was actually going to post an item on it eventually (still will) but basically the item starts out somewhat dull, given to the person at the beginning of their training. I guess you could say it is enchanted. Haven't worked out the details too much, but as the wielder becomes more skilled the sword's sharpness and deadliness grows with it. By the time they are a master swordsman the sword has achieved a few +'s in perhaps speed and damage, but nothing over the top. But the sword is and has been carried by the swordsman since his first training.

I mention it because it sort of goes along the lines you are thinking. I think the entire premise of yours is a great one. Go to Comment
Heroic but non-magical items
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Strolen's comment on 2005-12-15 11:57 AM
Once you have all the rules in place, are they generally known? Is it common knowledge how to gain access to the power or does each person who finds a Heroic Weapon have to stumble through the learning process on how to master this unique weapon?

-Could it be that each weapon holds echoes or clues of past deeds that will lead the new holder to harness the true power. All these things about if the player is worthy is decided by the sword based on character's actions and perhaps even his need or desperation. What good is a heroic sword if it doesn't become heroic in a specific time of justified great need. It might be that great deed that finally releases the final power or clues to its true use.

-If the power control thing is well known then perhaps Bards and Historians play a much more important part of the world. If power is based on legend then the world would probably be super rich in the history and legend of those that came before. The heroic weapon would be a very rare thing, but stories of those that came before would probably be a super important part of the cultures.

Do offspring of the heroes have a better chance of harnessing the power and maybe even increasing it? Insert a list of "Son of..." for many generations and does the relative of numerous ages of legendary acts have an innate ability of some sort? These weapons would most likely be handed down through generations and probably the first born son being the most wanted to carry the legacy.

Could go the other way too, relatives cannot harness the power at all. Nontraditional type approach. Go to Comment
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Strolen's comment on 2005-12-15 11:58 AM
Belief is one thing, but I like the idea for this one that the weapon would actually have to physically go through the events to obtain their power.

If the weapon gains power from the belief that it was associated with a legend then it really doesn't matter if the weapon *is* that one from legend as long as those believe it is. Is that what you are saying? That belief gives it power?

I think, belief or not, if a weapon has grown with somebody, been through many great battles, has been imbued with heroic powers through its experience, then the weapon should hold the powers with or without a new owner believing in them.

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