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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Daztur" data-source="post: 5850688" data-attributes="member: 55680">Note: the map will be updated shortly, the compilation will be updated tomorrow (Korean time).chutup: What you've done with the ostrlich and the Zeem/Barnabus issue (besides being more awesome than words can express) reminds me a great deal of this blog post: <a href="http://dndwithpornstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/say-why-not-and-then-ask-why.html" target="_blank">Playing D&D With Porn Stars: Say "Why not?" and THEN ask "Why?"</a>A lot of the best bits of setting have come from taking inconsistencies at face value or playing goofy setting elements razor straight. You can't get too much goofier than undead ostriches but if you take the silly idea seriously you get something that goes quite a bit beyond silliness. Also we need to steal that idea for a goddess in that blog post, I have no specific ideas for how to do it but if nobody else riffs off it in the next week or so I'll do something with it myself for our setting's moon goddess. For myself, I'm brainstorming up ideas for the elven library, I should post something on it tomorrow...Melnir’s MountHex 51.12Melnir’s Mount is an active volcano that rises high above the thin strip of land that separates the Keening Sea (the freshwater sea that the City of Shuttered Windows (29.14) borders) from the World’s Edge (12.07). Long ago an earthquake rocked these lands and great waves roiled the sea. The land upon which Melnir’s Mount now lies shuddered and cracked and it seemed that the waters of the Keening Sea would pour out over the World’s Edge, drowning those lands and leaving the Shuttered City sitting next to a sunken desert. In order to prevent this one of the greatest human mages of those days, a northerner by the name of Melnir, went forth and struck the earth with his staff, summoning the molten blood of the earth to him. Within days the great fountain of magma that erupted from the ground had become the volcano which still vents smoke daily. Of Melnir nothing more was ever heard.The growth of the volcano has kept the Keening Sea penned within its banks but its magma flows have softened the sheer wall of the World’s Edge making this one of the easier spots to climb down into the world below.Hooks:-Is there any danger that the Keening Sea could pour down over the World’s Edge in the future?-Is there anything left of Melnir? It seems strange for a powerful wizard to do something suicidal…The Ancient GardenerNote: this entry has been lightly adapted from a post by "drek" on rpg.netWandering NPC within the Kingswood and outlying lands.An elf older than any other within the Court (29.07), who uncharacteristically for elves shows her age, wanders freely through Kingswood, occasionally making unexpected stops in nearby lands. She dressed in layer upon layer of wispy, colorful, ragged silks, with her mottly dreaded mass of grey hair entwined with vines. Her face isn't wrinkled, but is undeniably ancient -- nearly skeletal, with the most pallid of skin. She only refers to herself as the the Hierophant, having long since forsaken her given name and title of Amelar the Immaculate (see 36.04). In fact, the Hierophant will speak of Amelar as if the two were separate people entirely. Although she is an elf of the Bloodied King's Court, she is in many ways above the King and above elven (and round-eared) politics.While she is unquestionably the most powerful druid in the Shrouded Lands, unlike the more militant druids more directly aligned with the Court, the Hierophant takes a strict hand-off policy when dealing with the world. She only observes people, often unseen, even if they are directly harming one of her many gardens, only repairing the damage once the interlopers have left.Those that show respect for her gardens, in particular her favorite rose garden, can (on rare occasion) achieve her attentions. She speaks casually about horticulture and druidic philosophy, seemingly ignoring questions about more pertinent subjects with an aura of airy indifference or via claiming flighty memory. However, those that listen carefully may notice that her words are veiled riddles. A discussion on tending to rot on the ancient tree of the Mirror Lake (37.01) may be an allegory for the Prince of Men, for example.If attacked she steps into the ground, and is never seen again by the aggressors. The Hierophant doesn't hold grudges, but if an elf of the Court should happen to spy a someone attempting to bully her, her attackers would be on the wrong end of an elf-Hunt that never ends. The Weeper, (13.08) in particular, takes a personal interest in stories of those attacking the Hierophant -- one of the few times that he leaves his tower behind is to join a Hunt called against one who attacks her. No elf will speak of it with an outsider, but it is common knowledge within the Court that Amelar is the Weeper's grandmother.Those of any race that display particular wisdom and connection to growing things are sometimes mentored by the Hierophant, though her apprentices cannot expect her to appear to impart lessons with any regularity.</blockquote>

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