I like these foxes very much. The tag-line and description captivated me. No magical origin is a great touch as well. Wonderful little details, the skin, the oil, the eyes, the smell of decayig flowers. From the pages of National Geographic and into the world of dreams. Kudos! Go to Comment
These are cool, good job. What about their social activity among one another? If they tend to congregate in areas that become hunting grounds, do they travel in packs or are they solitary?
Another thing, why is a single skein priceless, all it does is cover the scent of a creature, I would think that something that was priceless would be very, very rare and have more uses than that of masking a scent. Could their oily secretion also allow faster healing, like a salve, or maybe prevent infections and minimize poison, something else to actually make them a bit more valuable. Most hunters and campers know something so simple as a fire or even their own noise will scare off dangerous wildlife. I just think the pungent oil should have a little more use is all. Good job overall. Go to Comment
Heh... intended to be fantasy, yes. I based it off of reality, it can indeed be bent. There are chemicals that exist that mess with the brain in strange ways, yet I don't know enough about them to inculde it in this particular species.
I'll get to editing, then. Thank you kindly for the welcome Go to Comment
The village sits on the edge of the deep fjord, often engulfed in mist or rain. Its people are fishermen, who work even through the sea-ravaging winter. And they pray to the gods of the deep.
At the beginning of every winter they hold a summoning ceremony. Three boats are taken out into the fjord, a hornsman on each. The mournful horns are blown in the language of the whales, the gods of the deep. The whales sometimes appear in answer to these calls, and it is taken as a good omen when they do.
To a party of PCs wandering the misty hills and valleys nearby however, the doleful whalesong of the horns can be disturbing and misinterpreted...