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 good camping-place with something extra: a gallows with a hangman, reduced mostly to bones and a few rags. It marrily hovers in the wind. Any manipulation will make it fall apart. An excellent camping place, except for the midnight hours, when ghosts of those executed haunt here. Some wail for their crimes, some re-live their execution over and over, some want to have a talk, and still some others want to scare the Living for fun.