FaradayCage
2016-06-12, 05:01 AM
Disclaimer: This is a long post. The first part is spitballing about magic items being more magical. The second part zooms in on how that might play out for a particular item.
I've been imagining a new 5E campaign where magic items go back a bit more to their subtle and mysterious roots (which is basically what 5E encourages).
I daydreamed a scenario where magic items basically didn't exist to normal players. Maybe a mysterious draught of liquid from a faraway place, or a pair of quiet slippers passed down from the generations to keep from waking the missus on a run to the chamber pot. Nothing too serious. Nothing too +1.
But maybe they're daring enough to follow a lead to somewhere odd. Myth Drannor (prior to whatever happened after 3E). Or a different plane. Or wherever a mysterious old man scratches on their map before saying "bring geodes...you'll need them...lots of th-" and melting into a puddle that fertilizes the ground to instantly grow a giant mushroom.
I continued daydreaming the scenario where the characters ended up in a bargain with a baelnorn, outsider, aberration, whathaveyou. Whatever the entity, they offered a choice (or choices - "each of you pick one") of reward or compensation for the bargain.
Literally, "What's in the box?"
So I started thinking of magic items and artifacts that would be intriguing, but you have no idea what they are.
(This situation means any sort of spell that tells you what an item is would not exist in the conventional sense. Same for "remove curse", potentially.)
Continue daydreaming:
"You are most kind to return to me my favorite jar of spices. Perhaps this old tongue can still taste them."
With a smile, Jath'yerr empties the jar into her mouth, crunching and munching. Her eye sockets seem to look from side to side though her eyes are long gone. Her head sinks, shaking. After a few moments of tearless weeping, she composes himself.
"Perhaps the taste of food is a price I paid for this transition. So subtly it went. Mortal immortality is just a vain facsimile of godhood. Still, you went where I could not to get what I want. Kindness, I can still feel. As promised, I will show you my...collection. Each of you can...maybe...have one. "
she leads them down and around to her hiding place
"Unless I like it too much. Then maybe it's not for gift."
<Potential PC response: "Ohhhhhhh no. We made a deal.">
"Ohhhhhhhhh alright. A deals a deal."
(Perception DC 25 to notice her quickly pocket an unassuming piece of black fabric from a shelf).
"Now, here it all is. I don't know much about any of these."
She sweeps her arm across the room that hosts a collection of oddities. Things on pedestals. Trinkets on shelves. Unknowns in chests, boxes, or sacks.
"To tell it true. It took me hundreds of years to figure out this damned ring kept devils away, but also kept me away from them."
She points to the corroded green copper ring on her decaying finger.
"Fair enough trade...I suppose. But I still can't take the damned thing off."
She fusses with the ring a moment and then gives up with a dry chuckle.
"Per the bargain, you may each choose one item. I must warn you that inspecting one too much...may make your choice for you."
The choices are many (and their properties are determined by sight and inspection, at the DMs discretion):
1.) A silver dinner plate with a rainbow sheen.
2.) A small stone carving of a headless fish.
3.) A pewter mug that can easily hold a gallon of liquid. Touching it causes the touchee to hear distant voices.
4.) A hand mirror that has a transparent spot where the eyes of the reflectee should be.
5.) A tapestry of a knight eating the heart of another knight he had just defeated.
6.) A palm-sized rectangle composed of different metals in deliberate geometric configurations.
7.) A page of a book written in an unknown language with a diagram on it.
8.) A very small (pixie-sized) mithral hammer. It makes very distinct but quiet sounds depending on what it strikes.
9.) A 3x3 gold box with gems of different colors inset on the various faces. There are 9 of each gem color. It is certainly not currently in a configuration where each face of the box is showing one color.
10.) A sword with a permanent red glow.
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I will describe the potential result of one of them (of random power/mystery).
5.) The tapestry, if thoroughly investigated, might be found to be the one that appeared in the great hall of some lord. They claimed that a talented vandal must have stole in during the night to hang it there. Finding it to be in very poor taste (and a reminder of the vandal's horrible trespassing), they sold it to someone for very little. Who sold it to someone else. And so on. The art is truly vicious. Obscene, even. A careful observer might even notice the subtle things hidden within. It's more than just a knight eating another knight's heart. Part rebus puzzle, part riddle, part poem. If the "answer" is spoken deliberately in the presence of the tapestry, it will spring to life. Folding in on itself again and again, it begins to form hundreds of layers. The exterior layer thickens and darkens. A brass lump forms on the middle of the outermost layer and slowly morphs into a human face grinning in sadistic glee. The tapestry has turned into some kind of book. No one beckons you to read it, save that grinning face - saving secrets.
You dare to read the first page?
Prologue
The peasants plow the field for their kings.
The mortals roam the earth for their gods.
If all peasants knew their plight and shared their anger at once, the kings would rule no more.
That is impossible. For you know already, if you are reading this book, that peasants are daft fools.
The peasants cannot overthrow the kings anymore than the mortals can overthrow the gods.
But what can overthrow a king?
A king.
And what can overthrow the gods?
Only a god.
In my wisdom, I suspected I would not be the one to overthrow the gods.
But I learned many of their secrets.
I can live on in you...and the many others that have or will read from my...our...thoughts.
In that way, we are truly immortal.
Read on, if you will. Learn from my...our...knowledge. And add to it.
We are doing the right thing.
You have just read the first page of The Book of Vile Darkness
I've been imagining a new 5E campaign where magic items go back a bit more to their subtle and mysterious roots (which is basically what 5E encourages).
I daydreamed a scenario where magic items basically didn't exist to normal players. Maybe a mysterious draught of liquid from a faraway place, or a pair of quiet slippers passed down from the generations to keep from waking the missus on a run to the chamber pot. Nothing too serious. Nothing too +1.
But maybe they're daring enough to follow a lead to somewhere odd. Myth Drannor (prior to whatever happened after 3E). Or a different plane. Or wherever a mysterious old man scratches on their map before saying "bring geodes...you'll need them...lots of th-" and melting into a puddle that fertilizes the ground to instantly grow a giant mushroom.
I continued daydreaming the scenario where the characters ended up in a bargain with a baelnorn, outsider, aberration, whathaveyou. Whatever the entity, they offered a choice (or choices - "each of you pick one") of reward or compensation for the bargain.
Literally, "What's in the box?"
So I started thinking of magic items and artifacts that would be intriguing, but you have no idea what they are.
(This situation means any sort of spell that tells you what an item is would not exist in the conventional sense. Same for "remove curse", potentially.)
Continue daydreaming:
"You are most kind to return to me my favorite jar of spices. Perhaps this old tongue can still taste them."
With a smile, Jath'yerr empties the jar into her mouth, crunching and munching. Her eye sockets seem to look from side to side though her eyes are long gone. Her head sinks, shaking. After a few moments of tearless weeping, she composes himself.
"Perhaps the taste of food is a price I paid for this transition. So subtly it went. Mortal immortality is just a vain facsimile of godhood. Still, you went where I could not to get what I want. Kindness, I can still feel. As promised, I will show you my...collection. Each of you can...maybe...have one. "
she leads them down and around to her hiding place
"Unless I like it too much. Then maybe it's not for gift."
<Potential PC response: "Ohhhhhhh no. We made a deal.">
"Ohhhhhhhhh alright. A deals a deal."
(Perception DC 25 to notice her quickly pocket an unassuming piece of black fabric from a shelf).
"Now, here it all is. I don't know much about any of these."
She sweeps her arm across the room that hosts a collection of oddities. Things on pedestals. Trinkets on shelves. Unknowns in chests, boxes, or sacks.
"To tell it true. It took me hundreds of years to figure out this damned ring kept devils away, but also kept me away from them."
She points to the corroded green copper ring on her decaying finger.
"Fair enough trade...I suppose. But I still can't take the damned thing off."
She fusses with the ring a moment and then gives up with a dry chuckle.
"Per the bargain, you may each choose one item. I must warn you that inspecting one too much...may make your choice for you."
The choices are many (and their properties are determined by sight and inspection, at the DMs discretion):
1.) A silver dinner plate with a rainbow sheen.
2.) A small stone carving of a headless fish.
3.) A pewter mug that can easily hold a gallon of liquid. Touching it causes the touchee to hear distant voices.
4.) A hand mirror that has a transparent spot where the eyes of the reflectee should be.
5.) A tapestry of a knight eating the heart of another knight he had just defeated.
6.) A palm-sized rectangle composed of different metals in deliberate geometric configurations.
7.) A page of a book written in an unknown language with a diagram on it.
8.) A very small (pixie-sized) mithral hammer. It makes very distinct but quiet sounds depending on what it strikes.
9.) A 3x3 gold box with gems of different colors inset on the various faces. There are 9 of each gem color. It is certainly not currently in a configuration where each face of the box is showing one color.
10.) A sword with a permanent red glow.
___________________________
I will describe the potential result of one of them (of random power/mystery).
5.) The tapestry, if thoroughly investigated, might be found to be the one that appeared in the great hall of some lord. They claimed that a talented vandal must have stole in during the night to hang it there. Finding it to be in very poor taste (and a reminder of the vandal's horrible trespassing), they sold it to someone for very little. Who sold it to someone else. And so on. The art is truly vicious. Obscene, even. A careful observer might even notice the subtle things hidden within. It's more than just a knight eating another knight's heart. Part rebus puzzle, part riddle, part poem. If the "answer" is spoken deliberately in the presence of the tapestry, it will spring to life. Folding in on itself again and again, it begins to form hundreds of layers. The exterior layer thickens and darkens. A brass lump forms on the middle of the outermost layer and slowly morphs into a human face grinning in sadistic glee. The tapestry has turned into some kind of book. No one beckons you to read it, save that grinning face - saving secrets.
You dare to read the first page?
Prologue
The peasants plow the field for their kings.
The mortals roam the earth for their gods.
If all peasants knew their plight and shared their anger at once, the kings would rule no more.
That is impossible. For you know already, if you are reading this book, that peasants are daft fools.
The peasants cannot overthrow the kings anymore than the mortals can overthrow the gods.
But what can overthrow a king?
A king.
And what can overthrow the gods?
Only a god.
In my wisdom, I suspected I would not be the one to overthrow the gods.
But I learned many of their secrets.
I can live on in you...and the many others that have or will read from my...our...thoughts.
In that way, we are truly immortal.
Read on, if you will. Learn from my...our...knowledge. And add to it.
We are doing the right thing.
You have just read the first page of The Book of Vile Darkness