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Originally Posted by Occam
Well, you would be if you tried that sort of trick 
I like Jack Vance's stories... "I am Chun, The Unavoidable"  |
Wow. I haven't thought of him in decades.
It actually tickled when those memory cells woke up. In D&D, if you find the right scroll, you too, can make a "Robe of Eyes". You just have to gather the eyes...takes special knives and everything.
A friend of mine started getting seriously creeped out after only a quarter of the way done. (Takes 180 pairs) Clovis Marka, 30th level Hobbit thief. Got so fat he was round. Relief came when he was instrumental in the recovery of a post-Balrog Moria for the Dwarves.
They were so grateful for his contribution they gave him enough enchanted gemstones, used for the eyes of their guardian statuary, that he was able to complete it. A complete robe of eyes allows you to follow any trail, see any hidden door, find any clue you can think about, if its there. Plus of course, allowing you to see under any lighting conditions, in all directions at once.
Hence the "Chun, the Unavoidable". Who gathered eyes.
Not nearly as creepy as Chuz, god of Madness in Tanith Lee's Stories of The Flat Earth.
http://www.phil.unt.edu/~hargrove/tales.html
You don't want to encounter Chuz while walking down the street. And sadly, he was prone to walking down the street.
SPOILER WARNING!
In one serious encounter a Queen who feared for the safety of her new born Prince tried to hide him amoung the nomads of her land. She left him in the immediate route of their march, knowing for sure they would adopt him. Like any orphaned child they come across.
Sadly, the nomads kept mastiffs as protection against lions. And new born Kings were always swaddled in lion skin. By law, they were the only ones allowed to be.
After the King found out what happened, Her Highness was confined to a tower, where for years she swaddled and cared for a tibia, I believe. The only part left of the Prince.
And one night Chuz, Prince of Madness, came upon her in her isolation.
And the tibia wriggled free of the swaddling, grew a mouth at the upper end and screamed, "You killed me! You killed me! You killed me!" While hopping around the top of the tower.
This had a deliterious effect on Her Highness' already fragile state of mind.
This series isn't to be read lightly.