The basics are in place, but I have to second Val. It feels unfinished. As it is now it is simply OK, but it has the potential to be very good. If this worked on I will update my vote accordingly. Go to Comment
Vote update. I think your update makes the submission more complete and better in its execution. I still think your mirror Golems are a few notches better than this though. Good job Pieh! Go to Comment
Nice to come back to the citadel and see something like this pop up fresh and new. Very interesting and quirky... The whip idea for the thorns are a nice added touch. For someone who likes simple and new items of mystery/ magic I give this a good job. Go to Comment
This is quite eye-catching. I love the idea of the quickly shifting thorns protecting inherently magical stones that possess nifty properties. The randomness of the stone effects is almost detracting from the idea, up until you remember that this tree only grows and thrives in areas contaminated with chaotic magic.
One thing I might like to see is the life-cycle of the trees. Do normal trees start slowly mutating into Augment Trees, or do seeds from normal and Augment Trees fall to the earth and soak up the contamination themselves, sprouting and growing as Augments instead of normal trees? Go to Comment
I don't think you understand how they work. They are two full-sized fighting staffs. They are magically bonded to each-other so that when you move one, the other moves in an opposite direction (relative to itself). They are not nunchucks. Go to Comment
The air had grown chill the minute they descended into the strange valley, which was unmarked on any of their maps. It was so strange here, devoid of animal life and completely silent. The horses were nervous the entire journey through the vale. As they set about to collect firewood for the campfire they could hear their own voices as dim echoes through the eerie silence.
The food didn't taste anything that evening and their sleep was cold and troubled by nightmares. While they are clearing camp the next morning, one of them stumbles over a piece of stone jutting out of the ground nearby the horses. On closer inspection there seems to be runes engraved into the polished surface. The symbols true meaning is no more known among mere mortals and if they decide to dig deeper, they will discover that it is an ancient altar buried within the soil.
Any historically oriented party member will recognize the largest symbol to be the insignia of the powerful warlock who ruled this realm several centuries ago. At their departure from the area, something will seem amiss with one of the party members and all will remember the stories of the warlock's thousand curses.
Encounter ( Other ) | December 8, 2004 |