Login or register. (You can now login/register with your social networks.)

NPCs
Major
Religious
 
Public Draft
0
0 Votes

3xp


Hits: 929
Comments: 0
Ideas: 0
Rating: 0
Condition: In Work (public)
ID: 4935

Submitted:

Updated:
October 25, 2008, 5:44 am

Vote Hall of Honour
Author Status

Options


Print Friendly and PDF

Masos of the Silt

By:

"He was a strong force of nature, long ago. He and his brethren tended the land, ensuring that it was rich and fertile for the turning of spring, reclaiming the nutrients the land had divested come the autumn. Perhaps he became jealous, or greedy, or merely went mad; regardless, he fell from glory when he hardened the earth, refusing to let plants take hold and obscure the soil. His brethren cast him out, certain he would wander until the end of time amid the myriad realms."

Appearance

Masos began his existence as an elemental creature, an entity of the fertile soil and the sturdy earth, and he still echoes this origin to some degree; his body is comprised of large portions of stone amid a mass of fine silt; his shape is generally mutable, but he generally prefer an amorphous form, with the silt spilling ahead as the rocky portions tumble over one another. Given cause, such as intruders in his Realm seeking him out, he will shape himself to an inert mound of stone to observe them for a time, and then suddenly explode into motion, his form assembling into a massive humanoid, a titan of stone and silt. He might almost be mistaken as a powerful elemental, had his ascenion to control over his own lesser Nether Realm not worked a subtle transformation upon him. The shards of stone which serve him as eyes glow with a baleful white light when active, and when he speaks his voice carries the dry rasp of the dying traveler is the forsaken wastes, a harsh sound that seems to scrape the ears and drive away the moisture in one’s body simply to hear it.

History/Background

Earth elemental; became envious of the beauty of the plants, sought to bring such beauty to stone and earth, ended up exiled for not letting plants grow as intended, since it would obscure and corrupt his artistic efforts. Laid claim to a minor Celestial Realm; sank slightly to become a minor Nether Realm, but is close to being a Middle Realm due to the artistry of his efforts. Dislikes Soreen’s focus on death, but appreciates his artistry. Hates Muras, as artistry means nothing if all die before seeing it. Artistic, but calm and patient. Willing to listen to suggestions from other artistically-minded types.

Special Equipment

Roleplaying Notes



Additional Ideas (0)

Please register to add an idea. It only takes a moment.

Join Now!!



Gain the ability to:
Vote and add your ideas to submissions.
Upvote and give XP to useful comments.
Work on submissions in private or flag them for assistance.
Earn XP and gain levels that give you more site abilities.
Join a Guild in the forums or complete a Quest and level-up your experience.
Comments ( 0 )
Commenters gain extra XP from Author votes.

There be no comments on 'dis here submission.



Random Idea Seed View All Idea Seeds

Man-Eating Grapes

       By: Murometz

A wild species, vinus homophagus, more akin to sea-grape rather than the terrestrial variety, is not a monster despite its fanciful name. The grapes, a deep purple color when in bloom, and oozing dewdrops of perspiration, like the most prized and delectable of drinking wine grapes, do however deserve their moniker. Wine made from this fruit, is deadly to most humanoids, as is the raw berry if plucked and eaten from the vine. It is the unnatural chemical concoction found within the fruit’s tart skin, which gives the man-eating grape its name. The chemical stew found inside each berry, functions as a necrotic agent, the same as found in some species of venomous snakes.

The grapes literally eat their victims from the inside out, via cell death, melting and destroying the organs in quick succession.

The tribes of Pra-Oohk Crater, of the jungles of Ghlush are known to sell the fermented “wine” of this grape to merchants of distant lands. Sadly, the taste of the concoction is divine when first quaffed, and even worse, the man-eating grape wine will never detect as poisonous via mundane means, its horrid natures somehow masking all attempts. Luckily the man-eating grapes are extremely rare, and endemic to humid jungles.

Encounter  ( Forest/ Jungle ) | October 6, 2013 | View | UpVote 5xp


Creative Commons License
Individual submissions, unless otherwise noted by the author, are licensed under the
Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License
and requires a link back to the original.

We would love it if you left a comment when you use an idea!
PayPal
Powered by Lockmor 4.1 with Codeigniter | Copyright © 2013 Strolen's Citadel
A Role Player's Creative Workshop.
Read. Post. Play.
Optimized for anything except IE.
0.0299