Update: Changed his name from Omath to Othamm. I misspelled it at least three times in the original ariticle, so it became obvious that He wanted to be named Othamm. I have bowed before the inevitability of His will. Go to Comment
Please, please, Omath, bless me! Drive away the cursed blessings f Mathim from me! Ple-e-eeeeeeeeeeease!
That being said, this sub bears the caesar193 seal of improval. Jolly good work! May Otham bless all the Strolenites on their various tasks, and may He banish the cursed influence of Mathom forever more! Go to Comment
Of course I would love this submission! Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery, your mother knows what I'm talking about. These are all great evolutions of the original potion, with butter. The flavor text for the potions and the background for their creation definitely help set each one up wonderfully, as the prophesies had foretold. Go to Comment
108: Actually know the song someone is thinking of when they say "You know, it's that one song .. that goes ... "
109: Cure headaches by slapping people's foreheads.
110: Know the combination to anyone's high school locker once they are no long in high school.
111: Bleed Ketchup (He's faking! It's just ketchup! Shoot him again!)
112: Correct eyeglass prescriptions with your bare hands. (still need to know what prescription they need...)
113: Sing with your mouth closed/full
114: Always find exact change for the bus one minute before it arrives at the bus stop.
115: Inflate anything to the correct pressure by blowing on it one time. Balloons, footballs, bike tires, weather balloons, Big Rig Tires, bounce houses, etc ... Go to Comment
Silly, of which I am a fan, my only gripe is that I actually created a Mutants and Masterminds character whose power was #76. Spun controlling time for himself into eidetic memory, improved awareness and reactions, and planning things out. He was always the calm good guy. Good sub none the less, and I added a few. Go to Comment
Moonlight shines down on the tranquil scene of a slumbering inn along one of the many roads that cross the land. Trees sway gently in the night air, and the stars twinkle brightly. All is quiet as the PCs snore away, a fine tendril of smoke curlsrnunder their door. The tavern is on fire! This is particularly bad news if the PCs own any horses - the screaming they hear is probably from their mounts! Panicky people are rushing about with buckets of water, trying to tame the flames. The fire fighting effort is not very coordinated as everybody is either hungover or still drunk, including the PCs. Hurry!
Encounter ( Any ) | February 15, 2011 |