SC
Strolen'sCitadel
User Avatar
User Avatar
  • Barbarian Horde
  • Article Main
  • BRBrowse
  • Categories
    • All
    • Articles
    • Dungeons
    • Items
    • Lifeforms
    • Locations
    • NPCs
    • Plots
    • Organizations
    • Systems
  • Featured
    • Golden Articles
    • Hall of Honour
    • Random
  • Ideas
  • Quests
  • Social Feeds
  • Citadel Magazine
  • UIUser Interface
  • Create
    • Write
    • Share Idea
  • Favorites
  • Generators
  • IW---** In Work **---
  • My Campaigns
    • Coming Soon
  • Guilds
  • Blogs
  • New Blogs
  • Featured
    • New Submissions
    • Tag Cloud
    • Author Rankings
Settings
Color Themes
Header
Sidebar
Main Content
LOGIN/REGISTER

TsarDragon's Profile

Our Author's latest news and articles.

1

Articles

Settings

Favorites

5

Comments

0

Ideas

Statistics

TsarDragon - Social Profile

- Master of the Plain Thought

For Next Level: 115xp of 970xp complete.
115xp

Hall of Honour

0 HoH

Golden

0 Golden

Quests

0 Quests
- RANDOM
NPCs | 50xp

WindSong

She's a were hybrid (hybred?) Her mother is fox were her father is wolf were. She's a healer, but also a warrior. She does not like to fight, but will if she has to. And she will to defend what she thinks is right. She is skilled in everything else needed to survive in the wilderness. Such as tracking, hunting, etc. She is always accompanied by her spirit guide, SkyStar, a large male wolf. They can speak telepathically to one another. And they also share a common language, wolf.

Actions This week

0
Articles
0
Comments
0
XP
0
Ideas
0
Quests
0
Guilds
“ The food that eats you back. Creatures of nightmare, the thankfully rare Mesnoi have unique form and attributes. Only one Mesnoi at a time will ever be 'encountered'. In appearance, a Mesnoi resembles a walnut-sized chunk of freshly-roasted red meat from some uncertain yet familiar, edible animal. The insidious creature camouflages itself quite appropriately whenever it can, by slowly making its way amidst feast tables and trays of roasted meats. Once eaten by the unsuspecting, the Mesnoi sinks down to the stomach, reforming if chewed, and begins to lap up the gastric fluids, digestive juices, and bile that it craves, like a sponge. The Mesnoi carrier will experience mild to severe stomach pains during this time. After a few hours of this (this is the only time that the Mesnoi can be purged with magic, or other mundane means), the Mesnoi transforms into its true form inside its victim, that of a miniature, once more walnut-sized, pot-bellied, devil-horned, snake-tailed imp. This horrid little creature then begins to chew and eat its way out of the victim from the inside out with its tiny, razor-sharp teeth, like a rat forced to do so via torture. The victim almost always dies a slow, agonizing death. That much is certain. The devilish imp then exits its victim and begins its seventy two hour existence of mischief and malevolence, until it once more turns back into a hunk of roasted meat with the movement capabilities of a snail.”
Murometz
“ The PCs come across a town with a strange curse: Every morning, those who have grown up here wake up with the memories of someone else. They do not find this strange and have no idea it is happening. They calmly wake up and start these new lives as though they have always been that way. The cause: A wizard who lived there was spurned by a maiden he was infatuated with. His attempt to manipulate her memories into believing they were already together and that she loved him went horribly awry.”
MysticMoon
“ Throw in a handful of random customs - like women or men of a certain level of society being required to wear a veil or a pendant of some type.”
Kassil
Footer Image
  • Discord Chat
  • About the Strolenati
  • Contact Us / Bugs
  • Guides / Support
  • Licensing
  • Privacy Policy
Footer Image Footer Image

The Citadel is a safe haven of collaborative, creative freedom for role players and game masters with awesome ideas. You have found the best roleplaying site to Read, Post and Play!

Crafted with by the Strolenati
Strolen's Citadel 4.0 © 2000