| Horace Greer, a tall lean man with close cropped brown hair and worried eyes that don't seem to stop moving around the room. He wears tanned leathers, with a long rifle slung across his back and a hand axe stuck through his belt.
"Hm. Oh, it's my turn, is it?" Horace looks embarrassed at the sound of his own voice, clears his throat and continues, "I'm Horace Greer, pleased to meetcha. I'll be guiding y'all to wherever it is y'all are going. I'm a guide, and a good un, so if'n you listen to me, you may not die in the woods."
Having said this, he lets out a long breath and leans back against the wall, seeming to want to sink into it.
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Originally Posted by Piratecat:
See, that's the thing. A half-vampire gelatinous cube ninja of legend is patently absurd. An unkillable blob of midnight slime that haunts the crevices of an ancient inn, that leaves slime-covered and blood-drained carcasses behind it as it slinks back into the shadows, is just plain scary.
If you're trying for style without player metagaming, change physical appearance and never label anything. As the Shaman and other folks illustrated, everything can be more frightening when you don't know what the heck you're facing.
Last edited by Einan; 18th May 2007 at 06:26 PM..
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