The cult that worships the exiled demon nation is ready to open up the gates of hell and bring about the destruction of the universe. But Belephegor is not interested in doing that much work, so he begins to lazily and indirectly lead the PCs into a quest to stop the invasion. Belephegor's plan has no regard for the PCs souls or well being, and he is trying to get this done with the least amount of personal effort and without upsetting his fine and dandy hell-side set up. Go to Comment
Is an essay on Juiblex somewhere in the vatican? Why when a 7th level party is traveling through a 1st edition dungeon are they more likely to encounter a Black Pudding (5% chance) than any other single monster? I think here we have the answer. Because until now there was no answer to ooze, slimes and jellys? There is nothing which kills a game faster then trying to beat ochre jelly with a quarter staff. Or worse running from the cold breath of a black pudding. Thank you for dealing with this Pieh. This has been the skeleton in the closet of D&D for too long. (actually we would be okay with a skeleton, just look at how much stuff deals with the undead) Go to Comment
First, this is a fun read that jumps from funny to morbid and back. I found the style of writing smooth and enjoyable...like a pint of brown ale or a stout....served cool but not cold, particularly that first sip when there is so much head in the glass you can't give it more than a slight tilt.
but I digress, the back-up personality to the Heart of Gold has been a comedy surething in all my sci-fi games. This lets me bring it to a fantasy game thankyou. Go to Comment
This is an absolutely wonderful piece, both with regard to the idea and the excuition. I actually laughed out loud while reading it. Moon is right you could put this into any setting with a mystical component and indeed I want to changed my campaign worlds around so this store could fit into them. Thanks for writing this, I can't believe I haven't seen this before. What charcoal soul could give this piece anything less than a 5? Go to Comment
When worn these socks or stockings provide the wearer with a resistance to the temptation and experience of physical pleasure. The smell of baking bread will not make your mouth water, the feeling of smooth willing flesh under your palm will not quicken your heart, and a beautiful person spoon feeding you a smooth and creamy desert will bring you no more pleasure or excitement than the last spoonful of cold oatmeal your mother made you eat.
The effect of the socks is just an illusion, and your mouth really is watering, your hormones are raging, your pupils do dilate at the site of beauty and your brain is pumping out endorphins by the liter. The socks also have a limit and if the wear is sufficiently stimulated or tempted the socks will literally be blown right of his or her feet. Go to Comment
Simple bodily aliments have historically been one of the core uses for magic among the masses. Voodoo has charms for indigestion, sleeplessness, impotence and bad breath. Rake and new age medicine cover the same sort of ground using metaphysics to treat muscle tension and even cancer. And if you have any doubt about the desire of the medieval world to seek a metaphysical resolution to minor illnesses then look to the saints. The patron Saint of Toothaches: Saint Alena, Hemorrhoids: Saint Alexander, and numerous others were called forth to treat small pains. Medieval art produced enough depictions of people, women mostly, inducing men to vomit, and giving enemas that numerous examples still survive. I think in our days of ubiquitous medical care we forget how truly painful a impacted wisdom tooth could be without pain killers or dentistry. Constipation, cramps or digestive issues would be a major concern of any pre-industrial populace that had enough to eat and money to spend at a penny spell shop. For all this reasons I say a Scroll of Regularity is a an more than reasonable, it is absurd to envision its absence. Any arguments?
Scroll of Regularity
Be you a hardened soldier of fortune or a single mother raising the soldier's bastards, nobody has time for constipation. A Scroll of Regularity gives instant relief by mystically relaxing the bowel and softening the stool. Based on an Explosive Runes spell, all one needs to do is read the Scroll, and immediately they will void their bowels. Go to Comment
These small smooth rocks are each marked with a Ward of Fear. This ward is specific for rats, mice and squirrels, and each stone has radius of effect of roughly 11 inches. Any rodent that comes within 11 inches of one of these stones will be overcome with fear, as if confronted by a predator and bright lights. These items pay for themselves, tossing handfuls of these through out you pantry, garden or grain bin can save you fistfuls of coin. Go to Comment
Tired of digging for earthworms to place in your gardens or on your hooks? With the Stick of Earthworm Attraction you will never have to dig for worms again. Simply shove the tip of the stick into ground, speak the power word and wait. Within minutes earthworms will begin climbing to the surface and towards your wise purchase. Gather as many as you like, speak the release word, remove the stick and head on your way. Go to Comment
Echo wrote "In the vast expanse of space, no one can hear you scream; it is a place dangerous, the final proving ground, where on a grand stage the future of races is decided, often with coherent light and nuclear fire.
While those lacking sufficient might and unity to withstand an external threat often vanish from the pages of history, for some, violence is not the be-all end-all solution at hand, but a final recourse when reason has failed."
I think what you want to say here is that space is so vast (see Douglas Adams) that once warfare reached an intrastellar scale it was easy for whole races to be wiped out. That a single race can not stand alone against a whole galaxy of potential threats. I know you are also trying set a mood but the message is not coming through clearly.
Try something (I am trying to keep with your semi-biblical tone here): *On their home world the Kiranti had long ago put way the childish tools of war in favor of resolving disputes through comprimise and dicussion. As a result the Kiranti could focus the lives of their people and the resources of their planet into art and science. Once the Kiranti entered the galactic stage of intrestellar relations they first thought that Kiranti way was the exception and that most races had focused their energies on new fantastic forms of war. What they soon learned was the Kiranti way of peace was not the exception, but rather it was the survival of peaceful peoples that was the unusual.*
From there you can go into their early wars and their formation of the alliance and then Haven Station.
Again I think things you want to communicate are:
Space is violent and you can't avoid the violence
The Kiranti are not immune to the threats of space and they know it
The Kiranti prefer diplomatic or non-violent solutions to things, though they aren't opposed to violence. Go to Comment
I disagree I believe there is empirical nature to prose. Whether you prefer the sentence structure of D.H. Lawerence over Charles Bukowski is a matter of taste, but if we were to break down their work we would find similar levels of communication to the reader.
Though I may very well have lost the tone, and disregarding my rewrite lets take this piece apart.
"In the vastness of space no one can hear you scream"
What is being communicated here, and what does this phrasing seek to set as a tone? Does the Haven of Voices refute the above mantra by allowing a place where voices can be heard? These are things being hinted at but not expanded on, and thus lost. Go to Comment
A lone figure strolls out on to a grey field beneath a greyer sky, he vaguely resembles a once great rock icon who is now reduced to a kitsch mascot of hubris and the James Dean principal. The ground before the figure is barren and pock marked. He makes his way between piles of still smoldering conjunctions and broken down adjectives. The air is heavy with the smell of innuendo and in the distance he can hear the sounds of various insults, their motors still idling. He picks up a half empty case of punctuation marks and rifles through it. "Only semi-colons" he says with disgust, but before he can place the case back on the broken earth he sees something. There was something beneath all these broken and misused sentences. Bending down the figure brushes aside some dirt, and finds the remains of some ones good intentions. Examining his find the figure realizes that those intentions had attempted to ride onto this field upon untamed enthusiasm. The evidence is clear though, they-both the intentions and enthusiasm- met their end here. If only there was a place where voices could heard; a Haven for communication and the resolution of opposing ideas. Go to Comment