Fumble Table1. Critical hit self. Maximum damage and roll again.Fumble Table3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. Critical hit ally. If there is no ally in range, the weapon strikes a hard surface and must save or break on contact. The weapon cannot be repaired.
3. Hit or damage self. Normal damage; if maximum, roll again.
4. Flying weapon hits ally; roll D20. If no ally is in range, then the weapon strikes a hard surface and must save or it breaks (repairable at 50% of cost). If there is no weapon or it is unbreakable, then the wearer breaks their arm or leg and takes 1D6 damage. Anything over 6HP results in a fracture and a useless limb. 10HP or more means a compound fracture.
5. Strike/twist a limb. Make a Dexterity save on 3D6, success equals a sprained limb and the appropriate penalty; -2 to attack, defend, skill checks, or -10’ to movement. Failure means 1D4 damage and a broken bone which must be set and healed before it can be used again.
6. Hit self but pull back just in time for half damage; no exploding die.
7. Tangled with op
ESCAPEInstinct took over.ESCAPE12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As the firestorm erupted about her she sprang to her feet and barged into the startled headsman with a bony shoulder. Caught off balance he fell backwards in a heap as in one smooth motion she vaulted the execution block and hightailed it to the shelter of the closest piece of shelter that she could see.
Headless of the sharp stones under her bare feet, she let her long legs carry her rapidly across the open space, bound wrists held out in front of her.
The distance to the relative safety of the garrison wall was further than she had thought, her destination seeming to fade into the distance as all around her came the sounds of panic and confusion, shouted orders and the constant roaring of flames.
From off to her right she was aware of one of Helgen's watchtowers collapsing in a cloud of dust and rubble, sparks from it's burning wooden platform spreading around it like fiery snow.
Finally she reached the stone alcove in the wall that she had been making for.
MorphlingMORPHLING (species)Morphling18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
a human that has been given an alternate body to live in once their human body dies.
a human who has been given a second chance at life or that has been given the chance to get revenge on his or her death.
a human who's body over time “breaks”. The body will soon become covered in cracks. Not like dry skin, but like cracks in a glass. No hanging skin, no blood, just deep cracks. The amount of cracks or how quick the person breaks, does not happen in a pattern. But harsh beatings or rough play can encourage cracks to form faster.
But before normal death time would come, or far after, the human body will shatter into many pieces.
The only way this can be avoided is by a powerful individual,giving the Glass Doll an Alternate Body , that their soul will connect with once they shatter.
This is rare to happen and the gift only will be given to those that the individual if it believes it deserves it.
TPYN (trup) -
Fera Species ListValhrra are certainly not the only animals found in Fera! Here is a very simple list of a few of the largest species that can be found here. If you have any suggestions, please comment!Fera Species List5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Saber Tooth Tigers
Rocky Mountain Goats
Wild Horses (Mustangs and ponies)
You also have the option of giving your Valhrra a companion (realistic, of course. I don't think any Valhrra would be hanging out with a goat )
Rigid BeliefsDay Three Hundred Thirty-SevenRigid Beliefs4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
March 11th, 2014
Theme: Rigid Beliefs
From the beginning the creed was burned into my brain – it was a fate I could not escape. “Light is life. It is to be given – never taken.”
It took time for me to understand. And when there was no one left to tell me, still the echoes lingered in the corners of my mind.
Light is life.
We are healers, defenders, white sacrificial lambs. We are never to raise a hand to the enemy, if only to offer it to strike. By the time I was born, our numbers were dwindling, tucked into the corners of the world. And when the fires burned and blood bathed the snow, I was then the last.
Still I believe.
Light is life.
Writing Prompt: Olympic ElementalWriting Prompt: The Olympics Flame is an ancient Fire Elemental that has lain dormant for over a thousand years. In the 1900s it reawakened.Writing Prompt: Olympic Elemental13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Xin’s heart raced as he carried the torch with him. It was a beautiful torch, with a blood-red base and an upper portion decorated by swirling clouds. But its beauty was lost on him, as his heart clenched harder with every beat. He felt his life force wane even as he jogged forward on the cobbled street. His pace wasn’t fast, merely a stroll compared to his competition pace. Yet Xin was not surprised. The unnatural strain on his body was just what he had trained for. He knew his strength barely kept the beast’s hunger at bay, and he welcomed this burden gladly, for the safety of the world.
The ancient elemental which blazed within the torch was a remnant of the primal state which had created the worlds. The beast had preyed up
WP: Not Normally BeautifulWriting Prompt: Write about something beautiful that wouldn't normally be perceived as such.WP: Not Normally Beautiful15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The man smiled at me, or tried to. Instead, a hideous grimace appeared on his tortured face. His back was permanently hunched over, so that even if he tried to lie down, he would sit up. His remaining hand was strong as it shook mine, yet I couldn’t help but stare at the useless stub hanging from his other shoulder.
I ran my hands gently over his body, applying salve to cover the burns. Mustering up my courage, I gazed into his eyes, looking for a hint of anger, regret. When I saw nothing but acceptance and love, I felt tears creep down my face.
I visited him every week and as we walked down the street people would stare at him, gawking. If he met their gaze they’d quickly avert their eyes, ashamed, yet they’d sneak glances as soon as he turned away. I want to scream at them, but I know that in their place I
Moira Ruminates at Her WorkI give the whorl a spin across my thigh and draw the thread out as it twists.Moira Ruminates at Her Work16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ah, the fiber, the wool of life - so many filaments, each small curl of fiber, each moment of passing time, each word, each face seen, each thought coming together, each hope, each fear - this is your life, man.
How quickly it all binds into a thread, round and round the turn of a spindle.
My fingers know the thick and thin of all your days. Shall I let this knot slip in? Shall I pull out this slub? That bur - a day of bloody war. This kink, the day you burn with fever. That warm fiber, new love and a wedding, the dark, the day your enemy found you.
At last the thread goes too thin. It always goes too thin in the end.
I reach for my distaff, wrap a fresh length of wool. Time to start a new life.
WP: You are #22.Writing Prompt: Write a story about a world where a person's number determines their social standing. You are #22.WP: You are #22.15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Death in God’s harem was quick and commonplace. My life had been flipped upside down since I was taken several years ago. I don’t know what they were, demons, spirits, or aliens. All I know is they ruled our world from the shadows. They were brutal and instigated most of our problems, stomping on anyone who achieved too much, or stepped too close to the truth.
I was taken for my artistic abilities, others for their intelligence, charisma, or strength. One thing was common however. Male or female, we were all beautiful. The creature that owned us called itself God, a word it used to mock the faith of those who believed. I felt a bright light fill my vision. Instinctively I closed my eyes, to no avail. The light invaded anything and just as suddenly, it left.
22. The nu