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Post by kjmagle on Feb 4, 2016 12:52:49 GMT
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Post by whipstache on Feb 4, 2016 15:02:29 GMT
1. In my world, there are courier guilds. Just like our postal service, you can pay extra fees for expedited delivery, and the competition among guilds helps keep the costs (relatively) low. Most guilds use traditional travel means, although there is one guild that specializes in magical means, including teleportation.
2. How about something more sinister. Maybe there's a demon (or other less-than-upright extraplanar creature) who is willing to relay information if you carve the words into your own body. There's some kind of summoning ritual, then as you carve into your skin, the images of the letters show up magically in front of their intended recipient, and can only be seen by them.
(I'm skipping number 3 because I don't have the time right now. Maybe I'll come back to it, if I can.)
4f. The deep gnomes have a propensity for this planeswalking... they enjoy experiencing this other world, and are inspired to develop new technologies to aid in the process. And, apparently, the portals to transfer to the stone plane are easier to establish and maintain on the edges of the underdark.
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Athikin
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Favorite D&D Class: Wizard
Favorite D&D Race: Gnome
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Post by Athikin on Apr 13, 2016 11:52:49 GMT
1. My current campaign is based around a large multicultural city at the convergence of three rivers, each leading to three regions dominated by Dwarves, Elves and Humans respectively. Trade is constantly going up and down these three rivers, so all mail and packages are carried on these riverboats. My favorite part is the propulsion for the ships. Because sails don't work well in a river, the people of my world have harnessed the power of the Water Ox. It has the front end of an Ox, and the back end of a manatee. A teams of these animals in harnesses would pull the riverboats up the river. (Inspired by the use of humans or animals on towpaths to pull boats up and down rivers)
2. I always liked the idea of a miniature portal, about 4" in diameter. Not large enough to go through, but enough to pass small objects like letters. Such portals would only exist between major cities, and require significant energy to maintain, so they don't open very long. There could be a regular schedule for openings. At 0830 the portal from Trois-Chutes-d'eau opens, a ram quickly pushes through a 'train' of cylindrically shaped packages into a waiting receiver tray. In less then 30 seconds the operation is complete and the portal shuts down. |
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Athikin
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Posts: 11
Favorite D&D Class: Wizard
Favorite D&D Race: Gnome
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Post by Athikin on Apr 21, 2016 12:38:28 GMT
1. My current campaign is based around a large multicultural city at the convergence of three rivers, each leading to three regions dominated by Dwarves, Elves and Humans respectively. Trade is constantly going up and down these three rivers, so all mail and packages are carried on these riverboats. My favorite part is the propulsion for the ships. Because sails don't work well in a river, the people of my world have harnessed the power of the Water Ox. It has the front end of an Ox, and the back end of a manatee. A teams of these animals in harnesses would pull the riverboats up the river. (Inspired by the use of humans or animals on towpaths to pull boats up and down rivers)
2. I always liked the idea of a miniature portal, about 4" in diameter. Not large enough to go through, but enough to pass small objects like letters. Such portals would only exist between major cities, and require significant energy to maintain, so they don't open very long. There could be a regular schedule for openings. At 0830 the portal from Trois-Chutes-d'eau opens, a ram quickly pushes through a 'train' of cylindrically shaped packages into a waiting receiver tray. In less then 30 seconds the operation is complete and the portal shuts down.
3. For the Sixth Image I've combined my miniature portal idea with the image and dm_mainprize's question for frohtastic of what happens if the tubes get clogged with a small rodent. The government that uses this miniature portal network is very oppressive, and censors communication through the network. Given the size of the nation, the near instantaneous communication the central government has gives it a great advantage over the far flung rebels scattered across the cities.
Sigfrid Jøgensen had in important message for the rebels in Trollhätten. The clearance codes they acquired have changed, and the attack within the hour will fail unless he gets them the updated information. He wild shaped into a weasel and broke into the Capital communication hub. He makes his way across the stacks of canisters, the updated Glyph in a canister on his back, towards the portal room. The portal to Trollhätten will open in 3 minutes, but the connection will only last about 30 seconds, and most of that time it will be full of canisters getting rammed through. He will only have a windows of seconds after the canisters pass through before the portal closes, risking severing his body in half. The portal opens, and the long line of cylindrical canisters is starting to get rammed through, it's now or never. He scurries out towards the portal.
4b- ish (Not the founder, but one of many it seems that made the PPS possible) Betak Nieminen was venturing through plane of stone. He had heard stories of the monsters in the realm, and had heard of how the beasts can just pass through solid stone and appear behind you without warning, but he was still unprepared for IT. IT was largest and more hideous that any sorry he had heard about this realm, and he ran. Running back towards the portal, he aimed his wooden staff behind him and launched fireball after fireball at IT. He had apparently hit the wall, as the rumbling from IT's tremendous steps increased, until Betak realized it was the entire tunnel that was shaking. The ceiling quickly began to collapse around him, trapping him. He twisted about in the small pocket he found himself in, aiming his wood staff behind him at the rocks between him and IT, waiting for IT's face to pass through the stone at him. He saw it's eye become partially corporeal in one gap of rock and prepared to blow IT and hisself up with one final fireball, when he noticed it's advance stopped. It was struggling to reach him, but couldn't. He realized that it was stopped, by his wooden staff pressed against the stone.
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