Not to be all "look at me" or anything, but I did some research regarding Tarot for Mister Smeed's little card tricks, and sort of came up with my own suits... They correspond to the elements, but they also have a sort of basic idea or concept that they stand for.
Sabres - Air - Freedom and nobility Towers - Earth - Vigilance and solidity Masks - Water - Deception and confuson Torches - Fire - Violence and destruction Stars - Light - Wisdom and knowledge Vaults - Darkness - Seclusion and imprisonment
Not exactly new and original elements, but a world based on suits instead of elements could be interesting... Go to Comment
While troublesome in your common mansion, this is actually a reasonable trap for a paranoid owner. "Don't go up the stairs or something will happen to you!"
As with many other traps, your can simply train your guards to not open this door... hopefully they are not that stupid. :) Go to Comment
Updated: Even though I never actually submitted this myself, instead making a whimsical and badly-designed sleeping-gas trap for a door-trap thread in the old forums, I finally noticed it was around and commented on.
Presumably this version is more acceptable. Go to Comment
I seem to have a few entries which escaped without my knowledge from the forums and into my list of submissions. I may go through and rework them to be more palatable and less absurd. Go to Comment
I move over 1000 submissions (and comments on said submissions) from the old forum over. There were some others moved too. We let everyone know we were doing it, and you were around at the time (not during one of your hibernations).
But then again, the "rush of submissions" in the new Citadel seemed to cause many a person to have their eyes gloss over.
Some things were not "perfect", but they were there, useful, and "good enough". And they were used to fill out new categories that occured in Citadel v2. Go to Comment
The distressed mother ran about the house, shouting and searching for her kids. Addressing her host, the venerable lord Randolph she said: "Randolph! Randolph! Do you know where little Rupert is? I cannot find him anywhere!"
Randolph thought for a second and then replied: "Uhhhh.... Ohhh.... Rupert? That bra, err, cute kid? Eh, I think he went... upstairs".
Poor Rupert. The sleeping poison was too hard on his young body and he died from the overdose. After a dozen similar accidents, like the maid who broke her ankle as she fell asleep, or the young son of lord Mandragore who got bruised, Lord Randolph had to settle for a regular door and sold this one back to WotC industries who patented several similar ill conceived trap doors. Go to Comment
I like the bit about going into tons of detail on the trap door - a nice touch. There are some rough spots in the rest of the post though. Go to Comment
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