Pretty nifty. I like the story behind the mission, and the description of the items. Of course, me being me, I tend to try to twist things... Yes, the Brotherhood is a noble group, and by the nature of the group they're all paragons of goodness. But Val has a point; the Holy Panoply turning up is a harbringer of the Final Days; presumably so the Pristine Champion can wear it in the Final Battle. They might not have thought about it... but this group could technically be considered an apocalypse cult. And yes, the messenger that gave Hardimus was from the Upper Realms, but it was on behalf of The Lord of Battles.
Well written! An order of paladins with another purpose besides being good; goodness being a way and not only a goal.
Having to achieve goodness before you can even attempt your goal is better than being able to lie to yourself about how good you are. Go to Comment
Iiiiiiinteresting. As I'm beginning to see more and more, it's not the basic core of a submission that matters, it's the presentation and the fluff that make it a good one. Nice work Wulf. Go to Comment
A well-detailed order, complete with a holy grail dingus! Really, its the details that seperate it from similar orders. Good work!
As to the Helm: If I understand correctly, I have a question...What if someone wishes to believe, but has natural, subconcious doubts..lets say for example, a young, new member of the Brotherhood. How will that person see the helm? Go to Comment
Updated: I corrected a few typos and eliminated a couple of small errors. (Such as listing criminals among the occupations held by the society's members: While they may have a few members who have fallen into criminal ways, they would be very reluctant to bring such people into their organization. The Brotherhood's members would be more likely to be branded as criminals only in those lands lost to evil customs, where they would quietly strive to overthrow the corruption darkening the land.) Go to Comment
The helm and the plumes reward the faithful, even if they have some doubts. Those who just pay lip service to the Brotherhood's purpose and beliefs are the ones who will fail to recognize them.
"Is this person trying to be faithful to the Quest?" is the question. Someone who has become cynical or who has decided that the quest is not real will not truly see the helm or the plumes. On the other hand, someone who is struggling with doubt, but is earnestly trying to find the truth, will perceive the items as they are. There's more than one reason that the Outer Order is called the Searchers. Go to Comment
His worshippers think the Lord of Battles is good...
I pictured them as a group that tries to embody all that is good and noble, but vulnerable to many of the same excesses that plagued other medieval religious groups. Their status as a "secret order" could lead them to being hunted as heretics, or they could decide that they have the right to judge and eliminate members of their church who fail to uphold the standards they support.
Just because someone is basically good, doesn't mean that other "good" folks won't come into conflict with them. Go to Comment
What is not to like about an original saint, one the people would truly recognize as their own. One has to wonder about those relics, and how many of them have actual power... what about his staff with the jingling bells, or his worn shoes...
...yes, there is a bit of strange melancholy, besides the humour, in those swine posts. :) Go to Comment
there is just something about pigs and fantasy (and horror)...
did I mention that I love a good, realistic saint? Yandrick is original, and begs to be added to a campaign. As others have mentioned, nice mix of humor and, hmmm, dare I say...a bit of angst. And of course, the obligatory 'weird' relics!
The city of Nausopol is built on stilts. Lots of very sturdy stilts and butresses, of course, because it rises about five hundred feet from the ocean. Even the most terrific of storms is only heard in the city as a distant cacophony of blasts as waves strike the solid stonework fathoms below. It has never been attacked because of its isolation and impregnability.
It's not a place for the faint-hearted: vertigo and sea-sickness are not desirable traits. But when you are standing in the middle of the city there is no way you could tell that you were standing above an ocean, separated only by a gulf of air and a few stones.
A thousand steps lead down from Nausopol to the floating docks. These docks are pitch-coated wooden and can be raised by winches during squalls. Trade with other cities and countries is good: Nausopol is built over a sunken atoll whose minerals are still mined by divers, and it was from this that it originally derived its wealth.
But the principal method of getting to and from the city is by riding the giant sea-eagles which have been captured and bred for that very reason.