Exactly what I feel with many Items around here - not exactly willing to employ them in a game world directly, but having a great story that just begs to be used even on its own, as a fairy tale, legend, or even tavern talk. Go to Comment
I would use this more as a tavern tale or a legend for the campfire as I find this item somewhat too "fairy taleish" for my style of GM'ing. But I will still use it for that purpose though, because it is a well crafted story indeed! Nicely written and not bogged down for a second. Go to Comment
I like the legend. I think that I prefer the item as a legendary "This is how our people came together" item, but it is an original twist on the "really! it was THAT big!" fish stories that we've all heard. Go to Comment
Okay, while not thrilled with the game stats (I check the side link before I got too irrate about it), I like this one. It has elemements not found in most fantasy characters. Take a thumb up. Go to Comment
The Harpy's Kettle
Aerex wandered into Ganse a few months after his unjust ejection from the Royal Constabulary. He was hoping to find some police work, but would take even bounties as his cash dwindled. As one such bounty was catching his interest, two xaren burst from the floor of the bar. While the rest of the patron scrambled to their weapons, Aerex dove behind the bar hoping to find some weak point. He managed to discover a secret crawl space beneath the bar, but it yielded only a vial of phosophorous and a large mallet. Aerex rushed down the crawlspace corridor only to find himself out on the street. He spied a young thief who had stolen Moruz's circlet, but the town guards thought Aerex was the criminal. He convinced them otherwise, but only after the thief escaped. Matare soon met up with other adventurers from the bar and they decided to pursue the bandits who attacked Talia's caravan. Aerex used his Imperial criminal codex to identify the gang as Jervoe's Tribe. Go to Comment
In a small inn (the more remote the better), a man turns up dead. There are no wounds on his body what-so-ever, and he aboslutely reeks of garlic.
The man died of a curse that forced him to eat a clove of garlic a day or suffer the penalty. This gets really interesting if the body somehow appears on top of a someone the villagers are suspcious of.