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| #1Omnirahk_half-RahkshiJan 29, 2011 15:13:31 | Yes, for a character. Surprisingly, not for a bard. Though Bardman was thrown out there as an idea. The gist of it is that I'm going to be playing Mutants and Masterminds soon, and I'll be playing Mr. Muse, a hero with super-powered poetry. If he quotes a little bit of Beowulf, he turns in Grendel. If he recites a poem about St. George and the dragon, he becomes a dragon. And Lord have mercy on us all if he ever recites "That is not dead which can eternal lie, and in strange aeons, even death may die." So I'm looking for a few sample poems I could have on hand for his transformations. Here's what I'm looking at: |
| #2magniloquentJan 29, 2011 17:51:00 | Uh, the first thought that came to mind was the Jabberwocky. You could do a line or two from Back Sabbath's Iron Man to become a steel golum. Ya know like, "he was turned to steel in the great magnetic field, when he traveled time for the future of mankind." Or if you wanted to go for a more silly approach, you could recite the Santy Claws description given by jack skellington in nightmare before christmas and become a scary santa beast. |
| #3thomasjtheobaldFeb 02, 2011 7:14:58 | There once was a goblin named Urble Whose gut used to warble and gurgle His dash to evacuate Was just a bit too late And now all know him as Turdle T |
| #4ravebombFeb 02, 2011 14:35:19 | What about the FLIGHT OF THE SKAJAQUADA from the band Green Jello? When clouds of iron gather nigh, blackening the winter sky,
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| #5PippaFeb 03, 2011 3:08:28 | "Split your lungs with blood and thunder when you see the white whale! Break your backs and crack your oars, men if you wish to prevail!" - I thought it was from Herman Melville's 'Moby Dick', but looking up the exact words I'm now not so sure. It could just be lyrics from a song by Mastodon, about said whale. Don't know if it counts as mythological, but Moby Dick is called Leviathan on occasion in the book, IIRC. Something regenerating then: "Even a man who is pure at heart and says his prayers every night may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright" - From the 1941 movie, the Wolf Man. |
| #6Omnirahk_half-RahkshiFeb 03, 2011 13:41:02 | Thanks everyone for the feedback so far. I've never heard of the Skajaquada, so I'll have to look it up. FYI, creating stats for each superhero form is getting to be rather hectic, so here's the ones I've used so far: - Grendel from Beowulf. I've been saying "Grendel ben eir" a true mangling of German (Old English is English before the 60% Latin came in. Utterly unrecognizable as English). - a dragon. Not clear which myth (if any) I'm invoking - the hoop snake. Utterly lame mythological creature, but in game it's like crossing The Flash with The Juggernaut. Lots of fun to play. - I've got stats for the manticore almost finished. Currently the only form with ranged capabilities, and none of the fellow players are useful at range. It's this guy or everyone chucking cars. - the nue. Technically I haven't transformed into it yet or made stats, but I was introduced while giving a lecture on the myth, and my nemesis channeled the samurai who slew it. If for nothing else than plot, I've gotta do the nue. FYI Thomas, goblin is a little less useful, if only because I'm mainly channeling the big monsters from real-world myths. Sure, goblin's a real world myth too. But they're a boogeyman - too many different ideas of what they are. Still, thanks for the thought. - Omni |
| #7CentauriFeb 04, 2011 18:38:34 | William Allingham. 1824–1889 769. The Fairies UP the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home, They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain lake, With frogs for their watch-dogs, All night awake. High on the hill-top The old King sits; He is now so old and gray He's nigh lost his wits. With a bridge of white mist Columbkill he crosses, On his stately journeys From Slieveleague to Rosses; Or going up with music On cold starry nights To sup with the Queen Of the gay Northern Lights. They stole little Bridget For seven years long; When she came down again Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back, Between the night and morrow, They thought that she was fast asleep, But she was dead with sorrow. They have kept her ever since Deep within the lake, On a bed of flag-leaves, Watching till she wake. By the craggy hill-side, Through the mosses bare, They have planted thorn-trees For pleasure here and there. If any man so daring As dig them up in spite, He shall find their sharpest thorns In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather! The first for lines were quoted in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. |