Ah I see, I saw the freetext but I wasn't in the Citadel when Scras threw up his sub on Oekaki so I had no idea abt it being a challenge at all. But now that you've explained it, I think you have done very well given the context. Therefore, I will now be revising my vote accordingly. Go to Comment
A revote based on understanding of Oekaki, which was previously not accounted for. While I remain of the same opinion of the logic of the flower, I'm opting for a high score because I really appreciate the nature of the Oekaki challenge (and so I'm downgrading the point penalties on the logic part of the sub). Go to Comment
I find the logic of the flowers a bit thin, but the concept is kinda cool. I'd like to know why they only grow around ruins and other abandoned places. Seems like they'd be a better weapon to be cultivated around the lairs and stomping grounds of the fey. Go to Comment
Another idea I had for these is their drug potential. If you want, it could be possible to chew or smoke or whatever these. It would give the person a massive high, while reverting them to more childish thoughts. Naturally, because they can only be found in dangerous, monster infested ruins, they would be quite expensive. A little reward for the PCs who survive they're experience with the Flowers of Innocence Go to Comment
May I direct your attention to the Oekaki free text? Oekaki is where you do a piece in 30 minutes. So, yes, you could say it was "rushed a little." If you follow the free text, you'll find the sub where Scrasamax explains Oekaki better than I could in a petty comment.
Anyways, if at some point in the future the idea of the flowers is proven to be good enough, I'll go through and exterminate typos and badly phrased sentences with extreme prejudice. Go to Comment
Wait a second... I inspired fanfic??? With a badly-logiced, badly-rationalized oekaki? I am honored. I shall have to go parse this fanfic as a god examines the petty lives of the mortals striving to gain a message that they are worthy of their very lives. I wonder whether this is how Stephanie Meyer feels like when she sees all the new vampire books and movies and etc. Go to Comment
Oh, the flowers can live in your forest glades and fey-homes. It's just that since they have the innocence is of them increased, that has to be balanced out by the dark side of them likewise being increased. And so, like a normal flower feeds on the nutrients of the decomposed dead to live, these flowers depend on sorrow and pain and blood to live. And yes, I just thought of that simile. Nothing of its form occured during the writing do this piece.
Anyways, because ruins tend to be places where some great calamity struck and caused the terror and fear and misery of thousands, the flowers like it there. The flowers thrive there. Go to Comment
Fantastic idea! I love the idea of praying to yourself and asking for your own forgiveness or whatever they end up doing.
Can you grant yourself magic or powers? That is a tangent I want to explore! :) Can you imagine asking yourself for stuff and then deciding if you should give yourself something? How fun is that? Go to Comment
I already know some people who worship themselves :p
Its as plausible a religion as any, and I actually recall reading something which has a similar thought to this; I don't remember where though.
It basically went something like; every time you die you are reborn as someone else, and once you experience the life of every living person, you finally become god, because you have experienced all things. So basically the waiter who was rude to you at the restaurant is actually yourself in a future or past incarnation. Go to Comment
It's a bit dry, but the concept is alright. A religion in which you essentially worship your future god-self could be an interesting thing to roleplay, and is certainly unique.
As for their relations with non-human races, I think it would vary between species. It could certainly be argued that elves, who are functionally immortal in many settings, *are* their god selves already, experiencing eternity within a physical body. Dwarves, on the other hand, having sprung straight from the stone, may not be considered alive at all. It's an interesting worldview. Go to Comment
First: if you the resulting god-self was powerful enough, you could go make a paradise. You're a god, after all. Who's going to stop you?
First and a half: you go into the pantheon, but you don't actually have to do anything with them. You could just form a group with a couple of buddies and create some walls, a beach, and a couple of "entertainment pieces"
Second: if two people had same interests and suitability, they would simply get the same powers. There can be multiple gods of love or dancing or swimming or totalitarianism or tyranny or war or slaughter or battle or the sea or ... Or ... Or...
Hahaha, awesome. I would join this religion if it existed, always wanted to become a god.
But does every god join into the pantheon or do they get their own world to boss around?
If every new death creates a new god(although they have technically always existed according to this), that would be a very crowded pantheon indeed. And what happens when two persons share the same interests/suitability? Do they share their... god-ing over that particular thing or duke it out, or something? Go to Comment
A truly entertaining little short story. Your voice is consistent and amusing, and the whole premise made me laugh. I can't really see using this in a game (as you have already written the ending, and I see few places for a party to interact with the storyline), but perhaps the action could be picked up by a GM sometime after Hope and Othnarios go about doing their dastardly deeds. Well done! Go to Comment
Why can't it be used in the game? I considered adding a note at the bottom for this.
Simply pick a point in her tale and chop off the future with extreme prejudice. Simply take the entirety of her story as a baseline for how she'll act in the present. And to increase interaction, you could throw more oh-and-this-is-essential's in the whole unbanishing of Othnarios. I gave the basics. Why not throw in the fact that boiling tar from this valley needs to be poured into the hollowed out leg of the still alive kid? And then re-sew the hoof back on. Naturally.
Or you could use this to show what's happening elsewhere. While the PCs are running around after this villain, add a bit of flavor about this unlucky kingdom. And then, when they get enough levels and XP, Hope can resummon him. Go to Comment
Sages and naturalists frown at the common name given to these strange creatures by the small folk, but sometimes the silliest nicknames for creatures, places and people persevere in the minds of many. “Purifiers”, “Pond Jellies”, “Breath-Stealers”, “Lung-Ticklers” and “River Butterflies” are much less commonly heard appellations for these life forms. Wet Faeries are basically (and simply) a species of fist-sized, fresh-water jellyfish. Several traits steer them toward the peculiar category however. Firstly, Wet Faeries are nearly invisible in the water, much like their marine cousins but even more so. One can swim in a river swarming with these critters and not even notice their presence. Secondly, they possess the unique ability to clean and purify whatever body of water they inhabit. They do this via some sort of biological filtration process, sucking in all toxins present in the water, and releasing it back in its purest form. Needless to say, they are both a blessing and a curse to whichever folk dwell beside the rivers and lakes Wet Faeries inhabit. On one hand, no purer water can be found anywhere than a Wet Faerie lake or pond, and yet, in “pure” water “life” tends in fact to die out, lacking the needed nutrients to prosper. Thirdly, their “sting” is (unfortunately) virulently poisonous to all mammalians. Wet Faeries are loathe to sting anyone or anything, using their barbed fronds as a last line of defense, but if stung, most swimmers will suffer respiratory arrest, and die within minutes, usually drowning before they can make it back to shore.
Alchemists, druids, and less savory characters have studied these creatures over the years, and have predictably found all the ways Wet Faeries could be exploited. Morbidly humorous, some bards find it, that the Poisoners and Assassins Guilds as well as the Healer’s Union, all prize these creatures. The assassins use the extracted venom in obvious fashion, while the priests and healers use the still-living jelly-fish to sterilize other poison potions and to cure those already poisoned on death’s door.
It is known that a certain Earl Von Trumble keeps his vast castle moat stocked with Wet Faeries, the waters so clear that every bone of every one of his past enemies can be clearly seen on the bottom, twenty two feet below.
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