Well, I don't think that it's frowned upon, so much as it is considered a novel way of fighting. Perhaps the Aelfan don't have many iron deposits in their territory, or they considered mining the damn stuff to be "beneath" them. Go to Comment
Okay, I'm just sayin' that this thing kind of reminds me of the 'Nids. You see, one Tyranid strategy involves infecting derelict spaceships with Genestealer cadres. When sentient aliens attempt to enter, the Genestealers attack, infecting them with Tyranid genes. Thus, when they have children, those have Genestealer genes in them, and often start insurrections, which act as a homing beacon for the hivefleet.
It's mainly the whole bioship idea that reminded me of it.'
I like this race! I especially like how an AMBASSADOR is actually insulting the race he is supposed to be negotiating with. It reminds me of the some of the alien races from the game Spore. Pure genius! Go to Comment
That is, as my old ROTC CO would say, "Rigoddamn-diculous." Or rather, just plain gross. Namely the part about those things being attracted to human women; that's pretty messed up. However, it's still awesome. 5/5! Go to Comment
One thing that's sort of odd is the language that you use. However, I've always supported the idea of making up your ow words to suit a description- though it would help if you explained the meaning a little bit more, 'cause you're confusing me right now. Either way, very interesting. Go to Comment
One more thing! I'm thinking of an entry for a character, who I'm planning to erite some stories about. This character is known as the Drunken Magus, and is an Infernal Mage (a mage that has made a deal with a demon to share each other's power for as long as both parties live- not all demons in my fiction are bad, some are just jerks) who is, well, an extreme alcoholic... At least in public. He's known for his nearly unprecedented power, and I was wondering if I could make it so that he knows your character. For example, after hearing of his immense skill in combat, she invited him to his court and challenged him to combat, against all of her forces. To her suprise, he managed to smash apart four of her legions within two days, and manages to fight his way into her very keep to engage her in hand-to-hand combat, after summoning his partner demon, Kabundah (Got the name from Warhammer), in his true form to crush the walls. They dueled for a few days before Macavoy, my character, simply got bored and vanished away into the night, promising to return some day and finish the duel. They both got hammered during the fighting, but are eagerly awaiting a rematch. That's one plotline I've thought up involving her. Would such an idea be alright? Go to Comment
Huh. Very interesting. Is there any possible way to, oh say, REVERSE the curse? That could make for a very interesting plotline, don't you think? A man possessed of great conviction dies, but refuses to pass into the afterlife, as he still has a quest to complete on earth. The Songstress of Death isn't too keen on this,but proposes to him something very dangerous: if he could possibly find a way to stop the curse, or kill the evil creature who caused it, she'll let him rejoin the living. Thus, the two of them (the Songstress of Life doesn't really mind her condition too much, and doesn't think it's necessary to come along) travel through the plains of Darkness, searching for the creature which placed her there. Perhaps the PC's died as well, but met the Songstress and the man along their path, and decide to use this as an opportunity to regain what they've just lost. Go to Comment
Oh, hell yes. I already like this horrific creature more han almost anything else I've ever seen. However, in a way, the concept, although innovative, has still been done before. Think about it: Moleskin is a horrific monster, and yet is a dragon- supposedly the greatest and noblest creatures in history; an essentially evil character who was supposed to be noble and proud. It reeks of being like Macbeth (I subscribe to the theory that Macbeth was always and evil jackass of the highest caliber)! However, I like the whole personality you've given him, and how it's rubbed off on the kingdom he's chosen to dwell in, like a viral infection really (I'm a big zombie fan, so the virus comparison is inevitable). You mind if I maybe use him in a story sometime? It'll probably involve some boys from our time (common theme in my plots) or some guys from another realm I've made up winding up in YOUR realm, in its lair, and having to kill it, thus pissing off the royals and forcing them to fight their way to safety. Go to Comment
Meh. Dude, it's so obvious that you're ripping off Black Water. I usually like your entries, but this just isn't very original. I mean, God, if every evil mercenary organization in the world worked out of some remote Caribbean atoll, the damn place would have a larger population than friggin' China! Couldn't you put it somewhere a little more original, like Detroit, or Stockholm? Why're they always in some out of the way area? And besides, almost everyone you talk to thinks that mercs are an army of jackasses, you're just perpetuating a stereotype as old as the profession itself! I'm still waiting for a competent story about mercenari organizations that AREN'T jerks. I'll say this about it: it's usable. After all, you'd have to be pretty messed up to not enjoy filling some Blackwater ripoffs with some hot lead, considering what they've done, but it's well-tread ground, man. Go to Comment
Ho-lee crap! Not good news for any of my mage characters, eh? Here's an interesting plot: those Geshuans discover a nearby nation, a mageocracy known as Calbrasis. This peaceful nation is ruled by a ruling cadre of powerful mages, and is filled with hundreds of thousands of souls bearing magical talent; furthermore, this is where the PC's grew up. The Geshuans declare the people of the nation to be abominations, and declare war. Initially, the large regiments of well-equipped and trained war-magi and the elite Storm Knight (infantry units; well-trained volunteer heavy infantry equipped with magically-enhanced armor imbued with lightning effects) brigades hold the Geshuan armies at bay, the Calbrasians find themselves dealing with a horrifying new threat: zap-flies, mutated to hunt the magi that make Calbrasis what it is today! Entire infantry companies are eaten alive by the wriggling monstrosities, and hastily-trained Biohazard Extermination magi despatched to outer villages find the entire population destroyed- unfortunately, the mages in Calbrasis have bred with non-magical locals to the point where every member of the existing generations has at least a small magical aura. As more and more unit vanish without a trace and the swarms advance further into Calbrasis, the Geshuans not far behind, the head magi must make a desperate gamble to try and wipe out the invading bugs. Go to Comment
The third son of a candle-maker, and secretly a spy, Tsiao Fong Wei betrayed his family, clan, and town to the merciless Qongg Dynasty, causing the deaths of his own family members. He survived to an old age hiding out in the country side and keeping a low profile. One day however, the “Paper Knife” finally found Tsiao Fong Wei , and exacted his revenge on behalf of the folk, dead and tortured.
After a furious struggle, the “Paper Knife” plunged twin burning candles into the eyes of the traitorous old man and laughed, as Tsiao Fong Wei howled in dismay and pain. Some say Tsiao Fong Wei died that day. Others say that the old man somehow escaped despite his sudden anguish and utter blindness.
The truth is lost to time.
But to this day the children of the Red-Ridge County towns and villages are told by their parents to always beware twin lights in the darkness and to never venture into the woods at night, and to keep an ear open for the Groaning Ghost, for somewhere out there Tsiao Fong Wei the Traitor, now a vengeful spirit, stumbles about the darkness moaning and wailing, candles still sticking forth from out of his otherwise empty eye sockets. And though the candles plunged into his eyes all those years ago were a’flame going in, now the wax protuberances are somehow lit from within and burn without, and two flickering lights in the darkness, always portend his coming.