Magus of the Citadel's Profile

Our Author's latest news and articles.

Articles

Settings

Favorites

Comments

Ideas

Statistics

Magus of the Citadel - Social Profile

- Archmaster of Skillfull Ink Slinging

For Next Level: 2020^xp of 5190^xp complete.

2020^xp

Dungeon Anemone

A writhing mass of red tentacles

- RANDOM

Items | 245^xp

30 Bottles of Wine

No nose, hardly any body, a terrible wine, really.

- RANDOM

Dungeons | 200^xp

The Spider Wall Trap

Consider your grip and consider just how important the iron spikes and 10 foot pole are.

Actions This week

Articles

Comments

Ideas

Quests

Guilds

“ These humanoids have flesh that resembles a peeled orange or other citrus fruit: semi-translucent with prominent veins. Brightly colored, some Rutaceaens are orange, some are yellow, and some green. They prefer warm climates with lots of rainfall.”

Serpentine Cougar

“ Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat. Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the 'Ash-Wind' comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.”

Murometz

“ Beware of towns afflicted with Time Cancer. For every second you progress through time, an infected town goes back 48 hours. Old buildings slowly become new, then incomplete, and finally just a frame and foundation, giant old trees turn to saplings, birds hatch into eggs. one must not linger in a chrono-cancerous village for too long, before you know it you'll be a fetus. Tme cancer in unstoppable, no cure or treatment is knwn, it eats through the past until the inhabitants of a village turn into primordial protein ooze”

Czernobog