Just wanted to let you know I used this submission tonight in a game. Party went in a random direction so I started rolling random dice. Randomly decided that she was a sacrifice, then randomly chose zombies as the assailant. The party saved her, but now they need to deal with a cheated necromancer.
thanks for setting me up for the next few sessions. Go to Comment
This is a really unique idea, and makes total sense that sky dwellers would use their flight to save space in this way. My first thought was what do they do about light, and the mirrored shafts were ingenious. Go to Comment
For one thing theres some grammar problems. And I know I haven't been here long, but shouldnt this be in the lifeforms section? Still, its a good idea and I like it, but it needs to be expanded Go to Comment
AutoMedon – A mechanical poet of renown not for his vast catalog of poetry, but for his complete lack of anything written or spoken, having had no output in his programmed profession. His creator is unknown or at least unaccredited, and there are those in great number in the artistic world who wonder and marvel at his inability to produce poetry, crediting that flaw to his creator who is unknown or at least un-credited. There is also a small faction of scholars who believe that when he finally, finally speaks, it will be the most beautiful or sorrowful verse ever spoke or will ever be spoken. Whether his creator is among either group or dead is unknown. AutoMedon sits alone under a tin roofed enclosure, upon a stone chair, with his gaze off in the distant as if thinking.
“It’s strange to look at this mechanical man and think what thoughts are working through its’ workings or even if the damn thing is” – Aralis of Qurim, poet and pottery salesman