Maybe he meant that a good, hearty bowl of stew from this pot, is the perfect thing to chase away the Winter blues. I in fact love the tiered power. Nice touch! Like it. Every world needs one. Go to Comment
Lovely understated item, sure to make an appearance in my next session, perhaps the ultimate "secret ingredient" of a kingdom renowned chef (and why no matter the skill or ingredients no one can match her recipies for taste.)
The post is filled with good ideas (most culled and adapted from other sources, but that is not problem as their combination could be original), but it is in such a jumble that it ruins the piece.
The post does not flow in an easy to follow order. The writing is somewhat stilted in parts. And the various parts seem to be smashed together rather than intergrated into one coherient whole (I mean were did the Voice come from? These are spies not even precogs or magical seers...)
Well, the use of 'the voice' and it only being effacious on men is a bit too much like the weirding power of the Bene Gesserits of the Dune books, and the Palace of Prophets is featured in one of the Terry Goodkind Wizard's Books, not sure which one.
I like the idea of them being fakes with the blue dyed lips and such, but the rest of the stuff mentioned above I think detracts from the post. Go to Comment
One problem I have with it is the fifteen year term of service that is required by all Turms before they can be invited to be a full member. Now unelss they are of a highly long lived race, or join when they are ten, they are going to be in their late thirties to early forties on average before they are accepted as a full member. Kind of past your typical fighting age of a medieval society as the life expectancy is lower in a lower medical technology. This is fantasy however, that is just my thought on it. Go to Comment
Personally I have thought of these guys as a medievil Foreign Legion. Their men come from all places and walks of life, which matters not once through the gates, and are driven by a harsh code of conduct that makes them fierce fighters to be reckoned with. Go to Comment
A wild species, vinus homophagus, more akin to sea-grape rather than the terrestrial variety, is not a monster despite its fanciful name. The grapes, a deep purple color when in bloom, and oozing dewdrops of perspiration, like the most prized and delectable of drinking wine grapes, do however deserve their moniker. Wine made from this fruit, is deadly to most humanoids, as is the raw berry, if plucked and eaten from the vine. It is the unnatural chemical concoction found within the fruit’s tart skin, which gives the man-eating grape its name. The chemical stew found inside each berry, functions as a necrotic agent, the same as found in some species of venomous snakes. The grapes literally eat the victim from the inside out, via cell death, dissolving organs and flesh in quick succession.
The tribes of Pra-Oohk Crater, from the jungles of Ghlush are known to sell the fermented “wine” of this grape to merchants of distant lands. Sadly, the taste of the concoction is divine when first quaffed, and even worse, the man-eating grape wine will never detect as poisonous via mundane means, its horrid natures somehow masking all attempts. Luckily the man-eating grapes are extremely rare, and endemic to humid jungles.