Obviously a good deal of work went into this scroll. I'm not sure if I've ever voted on a scroll before, I'd rather vote on entires individually I think because some I like much more than others. It seems like they all symbolize Jesus, but I guess that's what whoever wrote the book cared about. I like symbolism, but when everything you see reminds you of either Jesus or the devil depending on whether you like it or not it ceases to have meaning to me. But whatever... it's a neat idea for a scroll. Go to Comment
I think I need more details. It's a big crocodile and you write about how it kicks shark butt, however you don't describe all the evolutions it would need to survive well in the ocean. Sharks are very well designed to do their job, and a croc would need some changes I think to compete.
Also, this is currently listed as being by Moonhunter, but I think was actually written by Maggot.(?) Go to Comment
Pretty standard vulture-type birds for most purposes, but I like the description. I really like the idea of using the feces spreadign disease in a campaign. That could be a fun adventure for players to try to figure out. Go to Comment
I agree with my predecessors except for one thing. Cloakers ROXORED! okay, maybe not. Monster manuals have come a long way, huh?
I have just one question... I am picturing a carpet with two tentacles and some eyes and a mouth... and then you say they have breasts! wha? i'm gonna change that to just nipples maybe or something... Go to Comment
Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat.
Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the “Ash-Wind” comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.