And people reading over my shoulder gave me more...
43) There’s always a taller mountain
44) You can’t drink soup with a knife (or sword)
45) Do not measure others by your own values
46) Wolves don’t eat wolves
47) Words are like sparrows. When they fly out, they cannot be contained
48) Blessed is he who expects little, for he’s rarely disappointed
49) As dull as dishwater
50) As big as a moose
51) Not everyone who wears a cowl is a monk
52) He who trust no one is trusted by no one
53) When you die, the house remains behind and you're still dead Go to Comment
86) There's anger in an open laugh.
87) Red-hot ashes are easily rekindled.
88) A black hen lays white eggs.
89) As cunning as the fox
90) The cat is his own best adviser
91) To be old and decayed dishonors no-one
92) Woe to him whose betrayer sits at his table
93) Every finger has not the same length, nor every son the same disposition.
94) It's difficult to choose between two blind goats
95) A scholars ink lasts longer than a martyrs blood
96) Firelight will not let you read fine stories but its warm and you wont see the dust on the floor.
97) A narrow neck keeps the bottle from being emptied in one swig.
98) Its for her own good that the cat purrs.
99) To the raven her own chick is white
100) You never miss the water till the well has run dry.
101) Everyone praises his native land.
102) If you put a silk dress on a goat he is a goat still. Go to Comment
But that aside... It seems a bit unfocused, and for all the information here, we learn very little about what the creature actually is, looks like, how it behaves. I suppose it's dead, but I'd still like to know about it. Go to Comment
In contrast to the other comments, I think this works fine the way it is; the lack of a description fits the way it functions, a malignant and murderous presence, existing as a kind of personification of near-mindless rage and sadistic hatred. Go to Comment
This would be a 3/5 vote for me, but the presentation gave it an extra point. I found it enthralling. the aspect of the beast is interesting, and since only two people, now dead, know what it looked like, the DM is free to evince an undead horror (humanoid) best tailored to scaring the crap out of his players, but I cannot escape the image of hungry and malevolent eyes left in a half decayed face. Go to Comment
Shinedown being complete drivel that sold out to a mass movement of 'specialness' aside, me mishearing those lines while I was half asleep helped break a month's worth of writer's block, so I decided that it would be only fitting to put the lyrics in.
*Refrains from saying GM's discresion* I don't know much about my own creation CP, but I'll try to fix your problem. This thing is just senseless rage and sadism personified. It's equiped with an animalistic cunning and a need to torture anything that moves. That cover your question? 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