This is a very strange sub... If one were to put these giants into a world, it would probably have to be at the cost of the more normal kind of giants to make some sense. Otherwise, why can some giants support their own weight and these cannot. Not really sure what they are made of, but they put me in mind of the Moai Statues somehow. Maybe that part about the earlobes. May I ask where your inspiration came from?
...What? Those two statements contradict eachother, first you're saying I'm wrong, then you go on to tell me I'm right? I wasn't being ironic or anything, I was trying to pay you a compliment. I think you misunderstood either my intentions or the word plausible. O.o Go to Comment
Nice. I can just imagine her standing on that hill mooing. This started a whole bunch of questions in my mind, mostly related to milking... O.o But seriously though, not trying to ridicule your piece, it was creative and all, as my score reflects. Do you play 4E? Go to Comment
I like it. Simple but with a lot of uses. Now, don't bite my head off. But I have a few things to say about grammar(even though it doesn't affect your score);
Terrified, the young man turned to run, but as more of those tendrils lashed themselves onto his body (I think you meant latched here).
During the daytime, it's powers are largely dampened and it's Shadow-Servant melts away
•While travelling the swamps in the daytime, one of the PC's
•The PC's have been asked to the Princes name-day celebration
As for all of these, think about "it's" as an abbreviation of "it is". So anywhere it is doesn't fit, use its instead. As for anything else, the apostrophe is used to indicate ownership. With that last sentence, the apostrophe in the PC's should be moved to the Princes instead. The Prince "owns" the name-day celebration, it is his celebration, but the PCs don't own have been asked. This is also true when used in names, e.g. Bob's car. It also holds true with names ending with an s, such as Dennis's car. Hope you take this as it is intended, in a friendly manner. Go to Comment
Alright, I wasn't aware of whether or not you knew, since you had repeated the mistake throughout and in another sub as well. I meant no disrespect. But honestly, people who choose to be offended, those are people I probably would have fallen out with sooner or later anyways. I've allready ranted about this in the chatbox, so I won't repeat it here. I'm generally pretty laid back, but when it comes to submissions, I feel like it is a good idea to try and help eachother out. Because some of the people on here, might become writers one day, and if they've got it down before they start on that novel, it will be so much easier for them. Of course not everyone on here wants to become writers, and if they disapprove, I will back off. But I'll tell you one thing, I hold myself to as high a standard as I do everyone else, and I'm not even a native English speaker. Go to Comment
I really don't like the technomancer aspects some credit the Gnomes or Dwarves with, my dwarfs are a primitive lot. That being said though, there's nothing wrong with this submission. I can't seem to dislike anything dwarven for very long. And a nice tie in with those other submissions as well. Go to Comment
Thank you. I think I'll add those first things you suggested, when I find the time. The penalty for weight however, I'll leave up to the realistic DMs. After all, there are plenty of adventurers swinging around huge bastard swords on an everyday basis. Otherwise it should be restricted to flavour text. "You take off the cumbersome helmet and feel like the world has been lifted from your shoulders, your hair is dripping with sweat and your neck is aching." That kind of thing.
The honey and splitting the swarm up parts seems rather complicated though. I wouldn't want to keep track of such things, I don't know if a lot of others would. But naturally that could also be used for flavour, by all means.
The ochre sands stretch for miles around. Something kicks up the dust. It's a yak. A desert-yak. It ambles slowly, nuzzling the ground for the low-growing shrubs. The ranger freezes. "Stay very still," he warns. "Don't move at all."
"What is it?" you ask, breathlessly.
"It's the most dangerous creature in the whole Ocadian desert. And it's about to eat that yak..."