LOGIN/REGISTER

Michael Jotne Slayer's Profile

Our Author's latest news and articles.

Articles

Settings

Favorites

Comments

Ideas

Statistics

Michael Jotne Slayer - Social Profile

- Grand Lord King Master of Wordsmithy

For Next Level: 18945^xp of 33910^xp complete.

18945^xp

Hall of Honour

Golden

Quests

The Black Man

A foreigner is being chased through the streets of the town by a mob with murder in their hearts.

Thrar Stones

These are not ordinary gems, these are Thrar Stones. They are rocks that have been caught in the trunks of growing trees. Over thousands of years they are forged from stone to gem.

The Leper King

"I hear that he walks the North these days, strides amongst the Silver Firs of those harsh lands. His followers struggling behind in the frost mist. New ones joining the lines everyday the, drawn to him by some mysterious force."

Actions This week

0

Comments

0

XP

0

Ideas

0

Quests

0

Guilds

“ The wind Elementals write prayers on cloth and tie them to trees and bushes. The entrance to most temples will be through a large courtyard of trees with white clothes with writing on them flowing in the wind in the hopes that the wind elementals will see them and answer them.”

Strolen

“ There are ruins, scattered about the world, and all are sealed with unbreakable locks. When all of these locks suddenly open, what emerges?”

CaptainPenguin

“ An insidious creature, most likely somehow 'related' to trappers and lurkers, the Dead Leaves (for no other name exists as of yet for this foul thing), hibernates for three of the four year's seasons, deep underground. Its active time is Autumn, when trees shed their leaves, depositing colorful carpets across the ground. The terror then emerges and blends in with the surrounding leaves, perfectly camouflaged, waiting patiently for unsuspecting victims. In appearance it resembles nothing more than a ten foot square, six inch thick, layer of bright yellow, orange, and red leaves. The only hint that someone is walking on top of it, comes in the form of an unusual amplified sound of leaves crunching underfoot. Too late usually, the victims notice this additional 'crunch'. The Dead Leaves will then swirl and 'rise' up to smother and suffocate the victim, like a colorful, malevolent, boa constrictor. Fire, as can be imagined, is particularly effective against this creature, but one has to *know* it's there before putting it to the torch. And there's the rub. The creature is impossible to 'identify' in a large patch of fallen leaves by eyesight alone.”

Murometz