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post for flavor text?
Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2005 1:42 pm
by vipera aspis
after all it is such a strong backbone. descriptive text always makes encounters better. why not present some for share? i'll start..
"The shadows in the(gloom,room,twilight) begin to fold inward. Crumbling and folding inward; then expanding and swelling in an awesome glow of shade and darkness. (one,two,three)figure(s) devoid of both light and life begin to take form. Limbs flowing in and out of the glinting darkness and dull shadow; reachout with an unholy hatered."
--a pair of shadows
Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2005 1:52 pm
by Drinnik Shoehorn
What a good idea for a thread!
How about:
The dripping of water echoes through the cave. You can here the skittering of something scraping across the rock. A rattling of stones draws your attention to your left as something gets dislodged. A cracking and scraping noise in the darkness, like the sounds of two knives being sharpened, causes you to look a head again. Then you see it. Eight long, hairy legs support an obese body. The abdomen is covered with putrid yellow stripes and the multieyed head faces towards you. Suddenly the thing tenses and springs towards you!
Roll for initiative...
A Giant Monstrous Spider.
Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2005 2:38 pm
by Jasper
Dice...the sound of thier aproach resembles nothing more then the that of a hundred dice being rolled across a cold stone cavern floor. The cold wind blows past thier stoic forms and through earth stained forms carrying away the tattered remmnants of a once proud uniform. Its once quiet whisper is now a becoming a legon of voice, each telling a tale of woe and sorrow. Each demanding venence...each demanding release. Moving with a grace they never possed in life each turns to you, weapons gleaming in the night, a dark fire buring in thier empty eyes....
...A squad of Skeleton Soldiers.
Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2005 4:16 pm
by Wiccy of the Fraternity
From out of the darkness comes a pair of deep crimson eyes, staring out, taking a tightening grip upon your soul. The air about appears to drop several degrees, cold sweat escaping the pores on your brow. The eyes continue to stare and are joined by others, pair after pair glint in the darkness, each pair burrowing deep into your very soul, stealing the courage kept within your stallwart heart. You find yourself unable to move in the darkness, your eyes drawn to those staring back. Something sleek, almost slippery coils itself about your leg as you stifle a whimper, the faint sound lost to the darkness that may swallow you instantly.
A group of alley cats I sprung on a poor thief in one game, heheheh.
Not everything you se in flavour text need be a genuine threat
