[Image ID: Tweet from pea poopingirl @/PoopingIRL on 8/14/23 - i think the idea of a shady dwarven salesman selling “cheap” stuff to humans and laughing to himself like “heh it will only last one generation, those stupid idiots, how will they even pass it down to their kids” forgetting that one dwarf generation is like 4 human ones is funny. There’s a black bar at the bottom with an iFunny watermark in the corner. End ID.]
Elf ea-nasir selling mithril armor that will last no more than 1,000 years getting death threats from his fellow elves but doing numbers w/humans
Actually, I really like this idea as why elven and dwarven crafts are so good. Something that’s merely acceptable is meant to last most of one of their lifetimes. So even a mediocre dwarven craftsman will make something a human can pass down.
And you can always sell what the apprentice makes while still learning to a human, letting them know it will merely last for the rest of their life.
The elven version of IKEA could be a human family heirloom.
‘Good enough for humans’ becomes an expression for 'you’re getting there’ for an apprentice.
concept: elves are supernaturally good at everything ONLY because they live to be bonkers old and if you were hot and sexy for thousands of years you’d be kickass at archery and treeclimbing and horseback riding too. but like there’s 20 year old elves out there that are just straight dumbasses who can’t do shit.
concept: non-elves can’t tell the 20 year old elves apart from the 2000 year old elves
concept: there’s a 20 year old elf in your tavern and he’s counting on this
[image ID] screenshot of a tweet by saraofswords that says: an adventuring party that forms in the women’s bathroom of the tavern because someone is crying and random drunk girls at a bar will do anything for you [/image ID] [source]
This popped up in one of my FB groups and I thought it was rad!
10/10, would use if I was running a game with folks I don’t know
So this is actually a single page from a pdf supplement by Sean K. Reynolds and Shanna Germain called Consent in Gaming. The pdf has several tools and tips for making your table as open and friendly as possible, and it can be downloaded for free »HERE«.
Here’s that consent form anon was looking for! Thanks everyone who sent it in!
flower language has always been an intense source of disappointment for me
like, they all mean really generic things like “love” or “forever” or “i’m sorry”
i thought you could combine flowers
like you could just send someone a bouquet and from the combination of hibiscus and posies and tulips they’d understand “the rebel leader is dead, rendezvous at the docks at 8, bring the dog, you will need lighter fluid and a large tomato”
I really hope no one’s answered this for you yet, I saw this and got so excited that my obscure knowledge base might come into use. I had to stretch a few flowers so to speak but Victorian flower language allows for alteration in meaning depending on colour, fruit, flower, bud, steam, leaves and thorns, so I didn’t feel I was too far out of line. This message would work best as two bouquets bound together. First red Nasturtium with no leaves (red denotes a leader, the nasturtium a patriot) mixed with white or red Mask Flowers (rebellion, red if you want to emphasize fighting, white martyrdom) around Cypress (death). Then Chick weed (rendezvous) and Blue Convolvulus (night) surrounded by eight White Popular Leaves (symbolises the time: eight), Yellow Iris (flame, and a flower that grows by rivers) and Yellow Prarie Dock Flowers (this was closest I could find to docks)and one large Tomato Leaf, all bound in Dogwood Bark. Dogwood represents deceit, but as far as I could find the bark wasn’t used symbolically, and as you referred to the dog instead of a dog, I thought it was likely the pun should be a dead giveaway.
So there’s your rebel message!
Holy shit I just got the best fucking idea for a thieves guild that uses flowers to communicate in coded messages with each other. It’s the least efficient but the most fucking Dramatique™ way of sending codes to each other
I think it would be very funny for like characters in a fantasy setting to walk into a pub and try to order and the bartender sighs and goes “species and age?” While pulling out a massive book holding the drinking age for every type of species capable of purchasing alcohol
you know what i need??? more myth and superstition in scifi.
give me starship captains like the sailors of old, weathered and wary of the vast beast that is deep space, who religiously keep their own personal traditions and rituals to appease her and guide their ships safely through her vast depths.
give me wide-eyed ensigns eagerly drinking in tales of great creatures of the void, space whales and other more malevolent leviathans, dismissed as tall tales by more cynical cadets who only trust the sense of their own eyes.
give me whispered accounts of ghost vessels, lost long ago in great battles across the universe, populated by a literal skeleton crew.
give me a space bermuda triangle.
give me a universe as cold and unfathomable as the ocean, and no less mysterious and forboding.
