Arcane Runes Press
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SHARK;
How goes the writing man? Is it easier or harder than you thought it would be? Are you nervous?
Just curious.
Also.
I had the weirdest D&D dream last night (a symptom of scrambling to meet 7! deadlines for D20 stuff this month), and it reminded me of your campaign world.
So, anyway:
The dream opens with this squad of ogre warriors racing across a barren, blasted wasteland of fire.
All the warriors are in heavy armor - monster inspired stuff, with thick, blackened chunks of pitted iron for plates and long black cloaks swirling in the wind.
They come up over a ridge, and there below them is a wooden stockade, filled with vigilant brigands and abuzz with preparations for battle.
The ogres gather together, and begin to recite an oath. I can't remember for the life of me what the oath was, but it involved a request for absolution and the swearing to raise no hand against the innocent on pain of damnation.
Then, the ogres unfurled this big black banner/flag hung from a long iron spike. They slammed it into the ground, and in unison roared out a challenge.
The brigands look up, and begin to panic.
Then, the ogres leap down over the ridge and, weaponless, charge the stockade.
From here, the dream fast forwards a bit, and the battle is over.
The brigands are dead to a man, beaten to death with meaty fists. The bodies are stacked in preparation for a mass burning.
The wives and children of the brigands are unharmed, but are bound.
The ogres are kneeling before paladins and clerics. The paladins are congratulating the ogres while slapping them in thick leg and arm irons.
A long conversation between ogres and clergy follows, but I don't remember it exactly. I do recall though that the ogres were known as the 'Brotherhood of Honor's Burden", and they were all convicted criminals seeking redemption in the afterlife.
Basically, they had sworn to uphold Law and righteousness, and to raise no hand against the innocent. They were incredible empty hand fighters who could unleash holy fury on the lawless, but were physically incapable of harming innocents.
They willingly submitted themselves to a life of imprisonment, and were only freed to throw themselves against the most dangerous foes. Otherwise, they spent their days in prayer and contemplation, waiting for an honorable death in battle, when their souls would be forgiven.
That's about the time I woke up.
That, I suppose, is what I get for reading all of the "How would you defend a mountain fortress part II" thread before I go to sleep.
Patrick Y.
How goes the writing man? Is it easier or harder than you thought it would be? Are you nervous?
Just curious.
Also.
I had the weirdest D&D dream last night (a symptom of scrambling to meet 7! deadlines for D20 stuff this month), and it reminded me of your campaign world.
So, anyway:
The dream opens with this squad of ogre warriors racing across a barren, blasted wasteland of fire.
All the warriors are in heavy armor - monster inspired stuff, with thick, blackened chunks of pitted iron for plates and long black cloaks swirling in the wind.
They come up over a ridge, and there below them is a wooden stockade, filled with vigilant brigands and abuzz with preparations for battle.
The ogres gather together, and begin to recite an oath. I can't remember for the life of me what the oath was, but it involved a request for absolution and the swearing to raise no hand against the innocent on pain of damnation.
Then, the ogres unfurled this big black banner/flag hung from a long iron spike. They slammed it into the ground, and in unison roared out a challenge.
The brigands look up, and begin to panic.
Then, the ogres leap down over the ridge and, weaponless, charge the stockade.
From here, the dream fast forwards a bit, and the battle is over.
The brigands are dead to a man, beaten to death with meaty fists. The bodies are stacked in preparation for a mass burning.
The wives and children of the brigands are unharmed, but are bound.
The ogres are kneeling before paladins and clerics. The paladins are congratulating the ogres while slapping them in thick leg and arm irons.
A long conversation between ogres and clergy follows, but I don't remember it exactly. I do recall though that the ogres were known as the 'Brotherhood of Honor's Burden", and they were all convicted criminals seeking redemption in the afterlife.
Basically, they had sworn to uphold Law and righteousness, and to raise no hand against the innocent. They were incredible empty hand fighters who could unleash holy fury on the lawless, but were physically incapable of harming innocents.
They willingly submitted themselves to a life of imprisonment, and were only freed to throw themselves against the most dangerous foes. Otherwise, they spent their days in prayer and contemplation, waiting for an honorable death in battle, when their souls would be forgiven.
That's about the time I woke up.
That, I suppose, is what I get for reading all of the "How would you defend a mountain fortress part II" thread before I go to sleep.
Patrick Y.
). If you have already written a book that speaks to you, your editor and a good segment of the audience, then you raise your chances of getting a good reaction from the critics. Ultimately though, because critics are part of the wider audience, with their own tastes and preferences, you aren't ever going to please them all, and if try, you end up simply pandering.
