I wanted her to have a truly horrific means of destroying her enemies. A fevered madness could work as well, for there is no rest for those tortured by visions of their own conjuring, tormented until the fever takes their life.
I chose the curse of undying corruption because of the connection with mummies and mummification. I felt that allowing her scratch to be the agent of something so hideous would be particularly unnerving, for someone she flirted with would never be sure whether her touch would bring bliss or doom. Go to Comment
This holds a special place in my heart, for as I type, I am suffering from a hangover :D
A short, but good submission. The only additional information I'd like to know is what exactly is Demon rum made from, and why does "his judgment goes straight to hell somewhat literally". Go to Comment
Interesting, but this one falls flat for me. As far as I can tell this is a nasty tasting liquor that makes people brutish and ugly, but think they are quite the opposite. While this is pretty much true of most liquors, I felt the sub lacked a certain punch, I kept expecting the other boot to drop, so to speak. Go to Comment
This dire libation is crafted carefully from only the finest ingredients: Fermented Cane Sugar, Banana, Cinnamon, Ginger, Pomegranate Puree, Jimsonweed, Old Combat Boots, Hair Tonic, Mare's Sweat, and a small amount of road scrapings... Actual Demonic Ichor is optional, but preferred. Go to Comment
I love the idea of the pictures being a catalyst for change.
A pauper sees a picture of a monastery and instead of begging at the gate, turns towards the monastery where he bumps into a stranger knocking him on the ground in front of a guardsmen and the strangers cape opens, he is full of blood and is soon tried for killing a visiting duke. Pauper gets large reward and turns his life around.
Dwarven trader sees a picture of a large forest and a shining knight. Reminds him of a shine on a mountainous cliff near the woods a couple weeks back that starts to insistently nag on him. He travels back to that place and discovers that a vein of mithril has been pushed to the surface long ago and was almost perfectly hidden for ages.
Royal guard sees a picture of a hunter approaching a impressive stag in the near darkness and has an odd feeling about the evening looking at it. That night he is thinking about the picture and equates it to his current condition and so varies his routine a bit through unease. He finds an assassin breaking into the castle.