Baron Opal
First Post
[Symbol] = Faces.
[Mostin] (Pointing mentally at Kostchtchie): His face (and then at the dragons), their faces.
With a gusto which surprised Mostin, the Horror launched itself from the gate towards their enemies.
There had to be a catch, Mostin knew. There was always a catch. It was never that easy.
OK, somewhere in my world there is a most disturbing item. A frame of adamant, roughly circular, 5 feet across. Stretched across it like some demented dreamcatcher is the skin from some massive humanoid creature. What is the most disturbing thing about it is not that the face is about four feet wide, or that the leather is contorted in obvious pain. It is, rather, that if you catch the stretched leather just right in a breeze you can hear a faint moaning as the wind passes through the holes in the face.
Perhaps, just perhaps, words can be distinguished if you put your ear close enough to the ragged hole that used to be a mouth if the wind is strong enough. Be careful, though.
Don't let it fall on you...