Can I just say that out of all of this, I like the idea of the "Lost" Plot most. The thought of the only way to kill the zombies is by shattering that which was their 'life' while they were alive. Very nice!
On top of all that: A good, solid mythical weapon: I can imagine only several places that this item could be in current time: Unused, in a temple devoted to Axtrami. Lost somewhere in or beneath the desert; perhaps at the site of a great battlefield. Stolen and hoarded by the "Sect of the shattered orb". Or in a foreigners private collection of artefacts, after having stolen it from the Ouzquin Dremorix at one stage.
Anyway. I know my vote is a bit biased. Either way, 4.5/5. Go to Comment
Kinda nifty. You always need at least one giant earthworm... I like the way that the Cult of Gaia is somewhat on the right track, in a lopsided sort of way. It's entirely possible, in fact probable, that some of the microplants and other things that live in symbiosis with the Worm either were shed or evolved to a point where they didn't need the Worm any more... thus giving rise to some types of plants. Go to Comment
I checked. I can't find one either. It is a wonderfully well written cliche with some nice elements. Again, I either would of made it a scroll so I could add related things (like the Cult which seems to dominate the write up) or made the cult a seperate linked post. Go to Comment
Hmmm..I actually have mixed feelings on this one. It manages to cover all the Elder Worm cliches. However, its well written as usual, providing all the necessary turns-of-the-phrase and visuals. And I havent seen a monstrous worm on Strolens yet, so...there has to be one! Go to Comment
Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool.
Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way.
Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again!
Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.
Encounter ( Water ) | January 19, 2014 |