Forsaken children: A rare sight in limberlost is that of a small child, back turned towards those walking by, crouched next to a small pile of leaves and striking flint and tinder together in an attempt to make the leaves catch fire. These are modelled after the cries of the trees in the waking world telling tales of cruel children setting trees alight for a fun. If left undisturbed, these children will not so much as look at a person passing by. If, however, someone moves to disturb, stop or get a front-on look of the child, it will turn around. Their faces are mishappen and twisted into a cruel, inhuman expression, and when disturbed they will attack, shouting gibberish and striking the flint and tinder in the intruders direction. At every strike of that tinder, scorching flames lash out in a fiery blast, incinerating everything in its path. The children, though physically weak, are fast and small; hard to catch and hit. If caught, they can easily be disarmed by holding their two arms away from each other so they cannot strike the flint and tinder. If a child is disarmed in this manner, it will drop its 'weapon' and slump lifelessly; dead. Otherwise, it can still be killed by any conventional weapons. Go to Comment
Additionally the sub sent my thoughts to Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell (it is becoming a movie now, believe it or not).
When I read these subs I truly feel that you (and MoonHunter in the case of Autumndale) are REALLY on to something. Only thing that detracted from this great sub was the parodies of mankind found therein, and... Well, the fauna of the forest seemed a little limited. I'd love it if it was really teeming with life and wonders and surreal gaelic faerie extravaganza! Go to Comment
I love it in it's depressed withdrawal of most any sensory input.
And quotes from Thief: The Dark Project
"...And the manfools piled rock on rocks and raised a treesie roof, hammers saws tear the skin of goodsie wood... ...and laughs at the Woodsie Lord. ...And when learns the Lord of this, He sends His beastesses to the manfools... ...who attacks and hammers saws their useless fleshes, and build him a house of they rotting skins."
-Unattributed Trickster song
"Builds your roofs of dead wood. Builds your walls of dead stone. Builds your dreams of dead thoughts. Comes crying laughing singing back to life, takes what you steal, and pulls the skins from your dead bones shrieking."
-Clay tablet in an abandoned Trickster temple
"He am the leaf that feeders on the fleshed ones. Thems that calls themselves Builders and wielded up a hammers against him!"
-Viktoria, servent to the Trickster
"My poor Mister Garrett, you will not live to SEE the sprawling glory of it! Your sacrifice is not yet complete! Mine lilacs and mine thistles must feeds, and I? Stands He then in the greens and festered Maw and speeds He out his judgements upon the weeps and writhing manfools!"
-The Trickster himself, addressing the player Go to Comment
I just wanted to point out a spelling mistake, you can totally delete the comment.
"It is both ancient, and exists somwhat outside of the conventional rules of time and space."
"The cariacatures of men can be found in secluded places in Limberlost."
I really like the idea of unexpected returns, "by helping the Woodking in my game, you have unlocked Wood elves!!" Go to Comment
The Water-Rift is a massive crater in the center of the desert, in the center of which sits a large, unfathomable machine that produces water. Thusly, it is a veritable paradise in the center of the burning desert, and a unique culture exists there.