[Hivemind] Up a creek and sold down the river...

[boothbey]

Must be Jawa monks.

Aye...that is a good representation of how they appear in the dream. Really mean jawa monks. hehe

Have you considered putting it in your game?

No...but that does give me an idea.

 

[Skade]

He's the creepy "it"-like guy. Everybody has a creepy "it"-like guy...except mine is a girl. A little ghostly bluish girl...scares the $#!% out of me. More so than "Night of the Living Dead" did when I was 8...and that's hard to do.

Hey, I used her in an old Ravenloft campaign I ran. She was the ultimate expression of the Dark Powers, not a lord or any such thing, but the one true emissary they had, an extension of the unknowable minds that created the Mists and the horrors within. The revelation of what she was is still one of my greatest moments as a DM, the look of horror and betrayal on their faces was wonderful.

After the moment really sunk in I laughed, and laughed...I mean evil overlord laghter, not roleplay, I was lovin' it.

Boothbey--response in the making

 

[boothbey]

Boothbey--response in the making

*hide*

 

[UnDfind]

<------He knows all your fears!

 

[electric-ant]

*thunder crashes outside players' houses', evil music cues*

Speaking of which, Sword, are you involved in anything music-related at MA?

 

[8XXX{0}====>]

Actually, i do have one recurring nightmare.

Did you ever read T. S. Eliot's The Wasteland? The first time i read it, it was about three in the morning, and i hadnt slept in a few days. Dont ask, long story. Anyway, I read these lines from part V, the Fire Sermon:

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.


In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one.
Only a "rooster" stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico

Sometimes, i go to sleep, and all i see is this lady playing the fiddle on her hair, with the wind as counterpoint. Its beautiful, until i realize that the wind is carying the screams of the dead. That isnt the scary part. The scary part is when the woman speaks. She looks right at me, and say "You love me, dont you?" The bats decend upon me, and I wake up. Screaming.

Note: "Rooster" used to be *CENSORED*, but you couldnt read it...

 

[boothbey]

...I wake up. Screaming.

Never woke up screaming. Dreamt I was lost on a storm tossed sea on top of a dresser once. Woke up on top of the dresser. I was 10-12 at the time.

 

[Dragongirl]

Guess no one liked my cat people.

 

[boothbey]

Guess no one liked my cat people.

I like your cat people!

 

[Skade]

Guess no one liked my cat people.

I did so. Did you miss my post?

Here it is again. Just for you, ma'am.

Dragongirl, I really like the Felisians, especially the various breeds. One thing I would love to see on them would be some kind of ability referncing teh difference between purring and roaring cats. I honestly don't remember what the significance of that is, but cat breeds may only do one or the other.