Zomby Dick! Loves it!

A possible explanation for the zombies in its stomach is the need for "minions" to tackle ships... Just thought I put in a couple of cents. :)

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Oh, and I think you could easily change it into a huge Nautilus without much effort...

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Like ot a lot!

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While an interesting idea at heart, it's not at all plausibly defined. How could, for example, a species with rudimentary understanding of mathematics and physics operate starships, even if provided with all fuel and spare parts? Even economics wouldn't work, as they have no sense of possession...

Their biology after their uplift is just as unresolved.

I think it should be greatly reworked to live up to the great idea that's hiding behind!

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Useful, incredibly so! I enjoyed every bit of it, from the narratives to the plausible explanations.

The tone and setting are refreshingly innovative and new. Will use it very soon! Go to Comment

Scras, this is a perfect example of the fact that it's about execution, not originality! It's convincing, detailed, thoughtful, emotional, intelligent, picturesque and very well written.

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I think something like the Nerve Fire Poison could actually be used in minute quantities as a stimulating drug, or be used when heightened senses are useful, like when on guard duty!

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S(t)ir Fry! Love it! Go to Comment

This is probably the most believable Dead Civilization/World I've ever come across!

 

As many thumbs up as possible! :D

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Even more surpisongly, most insects are herbivores! ;) Go to Comment

A perfect gem of the citadel! Go to Comment

just voted.

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The One Fortieth Scroll: Stalker's Path

The scroll is - perhaps thankfully - partly scorched and reeks as unhallowed pits used to burn the dead of plague. For the most part the scroll has been charred, but the legible parts detail rituals needed to open a gate. To where it is not clear. Notes of a diviner, written on silk and neatly folded in the casket containing the scroll state:

"I cannot describe the terror that resonates from the papyrus and its magics are beyond my skill and comprehension to control. Yet the wonders I beheld when I cast spells of scrying onto the fragile fragments must be accessible to those who wish to control its powers.

As my profession as a diviner of mystic riddles compels me to, shield I my mind from the terrible, the unknown. And the ruins in which I found the scroll laid portents of doom upon my mind.
The vision that was revealed to me was one of terror: I believe 'twas the time and place when the scroll was burned and still I feel the scorching fires whipping at my face and hands, whenever I dare close my eyes without a draught of Dreamless Wine.
I beheld myself in a room and only with great exertion of power could I discern that I was on a tower high above the desert. It was no room indeed but incantations of secrecy and forgetfulness were scribed on the smooth rock floor to foil divinations. Only my powerful spells and the vast expanses of time that lay between me and my vision allowed me to discern that it was a rooftop of sorts, strewn with charred bones. The lay in a pattern, but the details of that I cannot recall. My vision blurred and I beheld just a gate constructed of bones and alight with hellish file. Black, stinking smoke rose in a great plume and darkened the sky. I - or the one who's eyes I was scrying through - strode forward. The fire burned with hellish rage but I faltered not. I felt words being uttered and the fire seemed to send out hungry tendrils for me - him. Through the portal I - he - strode and only now could I see that the garment we wore. It seemed royal and now I felt the burden of heavy headgear and the endless duties he bore as a monarch. Fleeting thoughts of war and destruction and already a landscape was revealed to my vision that frightened both me and the king. Yet he knew it. He had been here before. As scorching as the fiery gate had been, as cold and dark this place was. The king - and with him I - knelt down on the black stone. Before him rose to great height a skull of stone. The skull seemed human, yet it was bestial and the King shuddered in sight of its hideous fangs. Shadows equally frightening and bestial encircled us. From within the skull a terrible voice rang and even while awake I squeal when I remember it. The king squealed too, for I felt how the voice denied all help. Not a word did I understand, but the terror and thoughts of the king still haunt my dreams. The voice promised to destroy the kings lands and take back whatever had been granted. I - or the king - jumped up and ran back towards the gate, my vision ended with pain of fire and fear of death. Sometimes the kings thoughts come back to haunt me and I feel the life of his folk being devoured by the ancient evil beyond the gate." Go to Comment

This is one of my very first additions to the Citadel, please do critic in the harshest way possible! :) Go to Comment

So, is there any urge to smell it???

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Something I don't quite understand: You say they "hunt and devour members of other races". Then you state that they devour their fallen foes, as a way of purifying them. So do they actively hunt other races, or is it just those that oppose them who are subject to this behaviour?

Otherwise a wonderful sub!

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Very good (and quite fun) explanation! Thanks! :) Go to Comment

A good 30 in general, though some, like the two brother, are not really entries by themselves. Go to Comment

A good post overall, but sometimes I feel there's too much of an in-joke involved, and I'm out ;)

None of them are really original, and they don't have to be. Yet, a bit of personality would do them good...

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I come back to read this every once in a while, this most devious of traps in the Citadel! Beware the archeologist group of mine that will soon encounter herds of goats in the mountains overlooking the desert! Go to Comment