Is it called "The Conqueror Worm" by Richard Corben? I'd never heard of it, but it looks pretty awesome. Dark Horse makes good stuff. I think I might buy it. Thank you for waving that morsel under my nose. Go to Comment
Very nice, you would do Lovecraft proud. You used a very poetic language that drove me to read the whole thing. Excellent work, I don't know if it was supposed to be indented the way it was, it looks somewhat messy because of it, but it works just fine. Oh and here's a typo for you;
This is absolutely delightful. You've really illustrated the life of this city well. It's the details, of course, that get me: the fashion so important that even visitors must afford new dress, the celebrated wealth and game of the church, the politicking of the sea-elves. Really well done.
I found the were-shark part interesting. I almost feel like it needed something more, but I can't put my finger on what or explain while I feel that way, so I can't fault you for it. It's a nice little twist, though.
How *does* one tell the difference between a red-portaled inn and a crimson-doored brothel? Go to Comment
@Dozus: Well, for starters, a brothel is full of whores. The people inside are usually a lot friendlier, too. I guess you just have to ask.
And thanks, I'm glad you liked Garashino. The were-sharks are there just to contrast with the elegant veneer of the city--to put some teeth beneath the silk, and show that there are worse things in Garashino than bank fraud and embezzling. Also to give the sub something somewhat unexpected. I know what you mean, though. They're a dissonant chord, but they also show what you'll find if you snoop around the hidden parts of the city (depending on which rumor is true). Go to Comment
Duscuro is unique, in that the gods are very jealous (demanding) of their worshippers/citizens. Everyone in Garashino (the city) is expected the worship Garashino (the god). Everyone in Mondaloa (the city) is expected to worship Mondaloa (the god). Moving cities = changing religions, even though the gods are technically part of the same pantheon. Every city has a couple of exceptions, however.
Mammon, though, is awesome. I'm sure he'd get along with Garashino. He's focused on the business of creating wealth, while Garashino is focused on what you can spend it on. They're opposite sides of the same coin, if you know what I mean. Go to Comment
Usually when I see a sub rated so high, there's always that dread that I will have to be the one to lower the score, or that I simply shouldn't vote at all. But in this case, those fears are alleviated. One more 5 from me, and a HoH.
I have a question, how did Queen Runia manage to climb from rags to riches like that? Go to Comment
The blasphemy thing worked beautifully, I think, since Vodai was either sitting on a rock meditating or doing something random: pulling all of the books off a bookshelf, plucking and eating a man's eye (who was immediately gifted with visions of the gnashing, idiot star-gods who exist outside of space and time), and drawing circles with water.
He never got into heavy melee, and his enemies never targeted him, so I never did get a good estimate of how fragile he really is. My only concern is that--for much of the time--he didn't have anything better to do except sit around and meditate, adding subtle effects to his ally's abilities. I would have added more decision-making to him, since he is sort of passive otherwise (which I suppose fits the character).
He also has a hard time communicating, with his strange method of speech. But that's as it should be.
At least I got to see someone get cooked in their own fat. Go to Comment
The journey had been a long one and now they had entered the mountains. After an entire day spent on paths cut into the mountainside and through moss covered coniferous woods, they encounter a desperate young mountain tribal. He is searching for his beloved wife and his elder brother, both of whom he got separated from after an unsuccessful attempt to kill a cave bear. The last thing he saw was the cave bear in full pursuit of his wife. He could not help her as he had been knocked to the ground by the raging beast, and was struggling to regain full consciousness. The tribal will be clearly nervous and urges them to look for his wife during their travels. He will stay in his village a couple of miles to the north and pleads for assistance should they recover his wife, whether she be dead or alive.
On the next day of travel, they will journey upon a dim track in the forest and while they are preparing to ascend another path cut into the mountainside, they hear moans of lust from somewhere nearby. Upon closer inspection they will spy a young tribal woman in the heat of the act with an elder tribal male. They are consummating their forbidden love on the cold mountain moss, and beside them lay the skinned and slaughtered carcass of a huge bear.