I enjoyed the Glass shifting crazies from the beginning, and this tops off a great creation. It meshes very well with the tone and the style of the other pieces, and actually makes a lot of sense. It seems that someone like Axtrami might change his name so that he could be worshipped by multiple organizations, but that's just an opinion. Go to Comment
Did the Vantin live on the planet where the Ouzquin Demorix would eventually appear, or do they live elsewhere? That was the one thing I was unsure of as I read your sub. Other than that, marvelous work. It seems entirely consistent with what I know so far of the Ouzquin Demorix. Great job SE. Anything else I'd say would be repeating the above. Go to Comment
HOLY SMOKES. This is like a tenfold sub. An awesome religion with a great back story to the weapon it cherishes (or derivitives therein) and how it became...and then you go on and add a ton more weapon variations with the tale of each of their creations. I would have been happy with coming up with one of these and I would be done.
As a side note, the item that Axtrami sends the people to find tends not to be that important: What is important is the rarity and difficulty in finding it, or the difficulty in parting with it - this shows the true devotion of those willing to obtain or part with it. Go to Comment
Wow. This is obviously a labor of love and it was a joy to read. The creation of the first ouzala made this a good post, but the following magic weapons made it great. A few of them I didn't care much for, such as lute and quill but Revenant, Unseen and Faith more than make up for those two. The progression of dream sequences and appearances of Axtrami are very well written.
Two thumbs up! and full honors. This is not only well written, and well presented, but it is also sometihng I would have to say is completely innovative, IE a listing of an entirely new type of weapon. Go to Comment
Sages and naturalists frown at the common name given to these strange creatures by the small folk, but sometimes the silliest nicknames for creatures, places and people persevere in the minds of many. “Purifiers”, “Pond Jellies”, “Breath-Stealers”, “Lung-Ticklers” and “River Butterflies” are much less commonly heard appellations for these life forms. Wet Faeries are basically (and simply) a species of fist-sized, fresh-water jellyfish. Several traits steer them toward the peculiar category however. Firstly, Wet Faeries are nearly invisible in the water, much like their marine cousins but even more so. One can swim in a river swarming with these critters and not even notice their presence. Secondly, they possess the unique ability to clean and purify whatever body of water they inhabit. They do this via some sort of biological filtration process, sucking in all toxins present in the water, and releasing it back in its purest form. Needless to say, they are both a blessing and a curse to whichever folk dwell beside the rivers and lakes Wet Faeries inhabit. On one hand, no purer water can be found anywhere than a Wet Faerie lake or pond, and yet, in “pure” water “life” tends in fact to die out, lacking the needed nutrients to prosper. Thirdly, their “sting” is (unfortunately) virulently poisonous to all mammalians. Wet Faeries are loathe to sting anyone or anything, using their barbed fronds as a last line of defense, but if stung, most swimmers will suffer respiratory arrest, and die within minutes, usually drowning before they can make it back to shore.
Alchemists, druids, and less savory characters have studied these creatures over the years, and have predictably found all the ways Wet Faeries could be exploited. Morbidly humorous, some bards find it, that the Poisoners and Assassins Guilds as well as the Healer’s Union, all prize these creatures. The assassins use the extracted venom in obvious fashion, while the priests and healers use the still-living jelly-fish to sterilize other poison potions and to cure those already poisoned on death’s door.
It is known that a certain Earl Von Trumble keeps his vast castle moat stocked with Wet Faeries, the waters so clear that every bone of every one of his past enemies can be clearly seen on the bottom, twenty two feet below.
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