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Awesome! Your storytelling is unrivaled, Scrasamax, and this potion has my head swimming with ideas! I particularly like your #2 plot hook. I can easily see an aging poet approaching the PC's and offering them his life savings for the potion. He wants to complete the perfect poem for his dying wife, the love of his life, before it is too late. Once she has passed, he will have no need of his writing skills, and he is more than willing to give up his talent and gold to make her happy one last time, with the greatest love poem he could possibly write. Go to Comment
I wonder how many other ways this potion could express its power. Could it be used to elevate someone of feeble talents into greatness (Or at least mediocrity?) For example, Artus the Lame is challenged to a footrace and hopes to achieve a moderate trot, or Grollgurg the Hunchbacked must seduce a cynical barmaid... After all, Zero x 3 = Zero... Go to Comment
While only a guild of brick makers, this is well brought to the table.
I was thinking of an instance where the PC's are after someone, or something, and it goes into a building that has recently been done. They try to enter through the door but it is blocked, so seeing that the brick is freshly laid, begin breaking there way through the brick wall. Explain that one to a guild and society that relies so heavily on the brick. Go to Comment
Hmmm... I am not really much for the evil for the sake of evil... ok, maybe sometimes.
But this makes the organisation look differently - a group of people, each pursuing their own vendetta, who can't achieve it otherwise - so they mascarade as psychos (OK, they may be quite marked by their past, and there will be real psychos, too). So they would combine their various agendas into what looks like random acts of violence.
Upon entering the deep underrealm of Udnalor, one must first pass through the upper halls, which were the residences of the gnomes in days of past glories. Now they have abandoned the fading tapestries to the worms and moles, and an uncanny silence reigns, laid over the oaken tables like the thick layers of dust and humus.
There may be creatures which now inhabit these areas: nests livid with giant maggots, rats and other vermin.
The watchtowers and passageways which lead to the Overground are frequently trodden, however. After all it takes a great many small humanoids to hoist a single giant rabbit corpse back through the fathoms of earth.
The gnomes primarily hunt giant rabbits with bows and arrows tipped with the subterranean poisons concocted by their best alchemists.