![]() ![]()
![]() Love this. Really love. What amuses me the most though, is all the criticism aimed against the description. Pelt can refer to the skin of a creature with or without fur/hair (look it up). And while pelt does typically have fur attached to it, look at the way Tom is describing it. Clearly, the “glossy black flesh” is replacing the hair or fur that would normally be considered part of the pelt. Therefore, yes, the Slaughterhound has a pelt of flesh instead of fur. As for game mechanics, I can’t comment on that as I do not have the background that others do. I will say this however: I would not want to encounter one. Ever. But, part of the reason why I love RPG is the risk to my character. I hate losing a character, but knowing that the risk is there makes the game more exciting! If I know at the start of a Pathfinder adventure that my character was 99% likely to survive AND accomplish all the goals set before him, what’s the point in playing? Tom’s got my vote. 100 percent. ![]()
![]() Far be it from me to be any judge of the technical merits of some of these challenges. I am a pure lightweight when it comes to the rules of the game. I play for strict enjoyment and if my DM says, “Nope, you can’t do that,” I move on without question…usually. That being said, I can see where some of what Tom did fell short. However, if my understanding of this challenge is correct, part of what is expected is that the contestants demonstrate creativity and independent thinking. While Tom could have played it safe, he took on the daunting challenge to stat up a creature no one else touched! That proves to me that Tom is not only is up for a challenge, but that he also does not shy away from a difficult task. Kudos, Tom, you have my vote. ![]()
![]() Dennis Baker wrote:
I hope that you didn't have to ruin the pony for nothing. ![]()
![]() The soft glow of a banked fire casts soft shadows across the elegant bedroom. Faint starlight shines in through the window. Shonah curls up beneath the thick wool blankets on the plush mattress in the Vanderborn Manor. Softer than she is used to, she ponders the day. A long way from home, in an unfamiliar room, tears run from her eyes. "Far be it for me to question You, Sarenrae, but do you really think that this is what I am supposed to be doing?" She whispers in the dark room, hoping for a sign. "I thought that this is what I was to do. Aunt Cora's letter, the High Priestess, the dreams...all the signs seemed to point me here...but this place...these people...nothing is what I was expecting." As her tears dry beneath drooping lids and her mind heavy with doubt, the little halfling succumbs to sleep. |