This time, we follow the good High Priest to the far future, to the final continent of Earth, Zothique, for a a tale of ennui and love: Morthylla.
Without impulses, other than that of an urgent desire for solitude, he turned his steps toward the suburbs, avoiding the neighborhood of taverns and lupanars, where the populace thronged.
A lupanar is a brothel, so called because the ancient Romans supposedly likened the sounds of whores to the howling of wolves. Of course, if your brothel happens to be a hideout for werewolves, calling it a lupanar is more than appropriate.
I've been using Twitter's A.I., grok, to help me come up with some influential Cha'alt content... I instruct it to flavor the prose with Clark Ashton Smith. So far, so good.
ReplyDeleteHello Trollsmyth! I am a RPG enthusiast from Brasil and I would like to translate your house-rule "Shields Shall be Splintered" in my blog for easy of uso of Brasilian players who happen to not speak english. Could I send you an email with the translation so you can evaluate and give me your autorization? Thank you so much! (I need your email btw).
ReplyDeleteTamanduá Please feel free! My email is trollsmyth at yahoo dot com, but I'll warn you, I speak exactly zero words of Portuguese, so I'll hardly be able to evaluate it.
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