Well, I have the feeling the top results of the Dungeon Quest may have looked a bit differently, if this one came up. If I may advise, make it a Scroll, and put some of the comments into it, more may still come.
Nifty. I like this place, and it would fit kind of nicely into my conception of the Western Woods. I wonder, tho, if the WoodKing ever has nice dreams, and what form they would take. Surely they can't all be nightmares, because there are still some people trying to protect, or at least live in harmony with the forest. Not enough to make his sleep more pleasant, or even keep him sane, but they're still there. Of course, the nature of dreams means that even nice things can turn nasty really, really quickly... Go to Comment
Huntsmen of the Dreaming Lord: These dark huntsmen wear heavy cloaks and boots of furs, and little else. They are armed with stone spears and axes, and drive before them supernatural bloodhounds. But their game is not beasts, but men, and they particularly relish in roasting and eating the bodies of men who have despoiled forests or slain the beasts of the wood in cruel hunts. Go to Comment
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
There are crimes for which a man is not killed, but chased into the wilds, away from his home and country, to not return or be killed on the spot. In one culture is the condemned mutilated, and even his vocal cords are damaged so that the voice is unrecognizable to his friends and family. This is the punishment for people too obsessed with their own prestige.