After reading this I thought 'COOL' a chemical based trap, and then the spiders jumped out at me as cool also. Then I thought of what could be a great red herring, an oddball spider among the rest, like a slightly larger blue spider among the red, it must be important, right? it's just an albino red spider!
perhaps as an added touch, dozens upon dozens of tiny spiders crawl along the goo oblivious and unaffected by the sticking properties of the substance, adding to PCs trepidations and/or confusion. Go to Comment
Absolutely no idea how the inhabitants bypass it. Perhaps there is a secret bypass door in the corridor between the two rooms? Or maybe the basins can be drained remotely form inside upon recognition, with somebody inside looking at the first room's entrance through a firing hole... Go to Comment
Excellent idea that combines a few complex elements into a fairly simple to use mechanic.
I think it might be best placed into a more natural setting like a cave revered for the spiders and perhaps with rumours of a shrine or treasure at the end. The ecology is too complex for it to be easily designed but it is could be the sort of thing that evolved and was then taken advantage of.
I think it's interesting enough that I will try to make a setting to place it in specifically so I can use it (rather than use it to populate a setting). Go to Comment
Great trap, though i'm going to make the mixed substances an acid that eats through leather (good-bye boots!), and then put a thorny passage way afterward (which does damage to those with barefeet) Go to Comment
Very nice, it has it's poignant moments and as Cheka said, the idea of baby dragons is a cute one, akin to the round precious moment's like creations found in ceramics boutiques, rather than dragons hatching like voracious insta-predators.
Fedolf, the notorious headsman of Iddland, is known as much for his beheadings as for his operatic arias of doom. A tower of power, standing nearly seven feet tall, and weighing in at almost four hundred pounds, Fedolf strikes fear in all onlookers, especially when he dons his executioner's hood, and goes shirtless, wielding his gigantic double-bladed pole-axe, on his way to the headsman's block. He possesses a beautiful singing voice, and will often send off his charges into the next life, while belting out baritone dirges and antiquated arias, usually involving death, destiny, and duty, in heavy doses.