H2 name changed to 'Thunderspire Labyrinth'

[Mouseferatu]

I wonder if the unfortunate acronym of L.O.L.S. had anything to do with the change?

Honestly? It's probably just a trademark issue. It's the same reason Maelstrom became Stormwrack.

 

[Mortellan]

Any past (and present) participant in Dungeons and Dragons will rapidly realise that the secret to successful naming is the art of alliteration. Gary Gygax gestated it, and grognards have grimly grappled with the gruntwork of making up monikers in similar style since then. No wonder "Labyrinth of Lost Souls" is praised by the populace, while "Thunderspire Labyrinth" is consigned to the crusher. Perhaps it should be "Thunderspire Thabyrinth" instead.

How about Lightningspire Labyrinth?

 

[Nightchilde-2]

Me, I would have named it the Soulbane Mazefane. That'll sell thousands and thousands of units.

Cheers,
Cam

Possibly tens of thousands of units if you named it Drowsoulbane Mazefane.

 

[Klaus]

Honestly? It's probably just a trademark issue. It's the same reason Maelstrom became Stormwrack.

Labyrinth of Forsaken Souls, then?

 

[Cam Banks]

Possibly tens of thousands of units if you named it Drowsoulbane Mazefane.

You may be onto something there, but in 4e drow don't have souls, they have spirits. I read it on the Internets.

Cheers,
Cam

 

[Doug McCrae]

LOLS was better. For some reason I like the compound word construction for monsters but not for module titles.

 

[Lurks-no-More]

Thunderspire sounds better, hands down.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Labyrinth of Forsaken Souls, then?

How does one forsake a soul?

 

[Klaus]

How does one forsake a soul?

"I don't know! Let's find out together!"





No-prize for the first to get that reference!

Now back at ya: how does one lose a soul?

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Now back at ya: how does one lose a soul?

In D&D, there are all sorts of critters and spellcasters eager to separate soul from body. Undead of various sorts shuffling through a labyrinth would qualify as "lost souls," I'd argue.

And now, a musical interlude:

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new

Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here

And I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain

And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body

And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere