Lord of the Empty Throne, He Who Hungers, the Bloody King (Red/Black)
"His skin cuts swords."
"A great siege is a banquet to him; a long and terrible battle, the most exquisite delicacy."
"Nothing is truly your own. It is his, whether you know it or not."
"His laugh, a bellowing, deathly din, slices through the heavens, making them bleed."
Witches tempted by the power of flame gathered to study in the ruins of Spinerock Knoll.
"It's not a matter of deserving. It's a matter of strength. The power to hold versus the power to take."
Scourge of the Nobilis(Whip)
Fists of the Demigod(Gauntlets)
"The spirit of the flame is the spirit of change."
"The weak shall fall. The strong shall remain."
the Primordial, Bringer of Calamities, Bane of the Hunted (Green/Red/Black)
"He bears the marks of ages upon his skin, memories of dreams long dead and best left buried."
Runes of the Deus(Armor)
"Our friends of the forest take many forms, yet all serve the will of Freyalise."
"Here in Fyndhorn, where Freyalise's power is strongest, the forest has its own opinion."
"With this ritual, we cast aside our fragile humanity . . . and embrace the ancient ferocity of the undying Wild."
Walker in the Darkness, the Stranger, the Handmaiden of Twilight (Black)
"Some say she hid the sun herself, a desperate act to save it from its ultimate extinction."
"She walks among us unseen, learning from our imperfections."
"What she saw crawling upon this world repulsed her. Yet she could not tear her gaze away."
"Pick not the rotten fruit, but neither touch the best. Leave those as an offering for our unseen guests."
Hers is an ancient form of necromancy, steeped in shamanic trance and ritual that few skaberen or ghoulcallers comprehend.
the One Who Forbear, the Unborn, Lifegiver (White/Green)
"She walks among us unseen, learning from our imperfections."
"He is a ghost that has never known life."
"You pray to Freyalise, but she cannot hear your pleas. It is Tevesh Szat who will claim your soul."
"Freyalise has cleansed our bodies and minds of the plagues of Kjeldor; all she asks in return is that we keep pure our newly given home in Fyndhorn."
"Faith in Freyalise has given me the gift, not the curse, of unprecedented longevity."
Cheka, that's because no one wants to play the cloth wearing healer. RPGs are about killing people and taking their stuff, not being nice. :p
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Alright, other than a certain non-standard contraction that distracted me for a bit, I like this. The imagery is suitably dark and grotesque, though I do have a problem with one of the monsters; namely, the creatures are composed of shadow, yes? Or at least that's what I got out of the intro, but the Wild Ones can survive the light because they're blind? How does whether a creature made of shadow can see or not affect how well it can stand the light? Now, the grasping arms of the octoshadow didn't really bother me, because I kinda figured they were being held together by the cephelapodian will of the beast, but the Wild Ones are just that, wild, untamed, without any real /will/ other than the will to eat...
But that's just me, anyway, great sub :D
And it's stuff like this that remind me of why I love the flavor of the WH settings, it's a well crafted sub with a very good backstory.
I'm going to start this out by saying that this is a solid sub, it checks off all of the right boxes: the humble origin, the call, the regret, the weird past adventure and potential enemy, and all that jazz; however, on finishing it I didn't really feel anything but "Meh" about her. Unfortunately for the constructive criticism department I can't actually pinpoint exactly why I feel this way about it, so I'm leaving you with some plot hooks instead... :/
Potential Plot Hooks:
Haukagaron survived his jaunt to the nether realms, and succeeded in clawing his way out, now he's hunting for Paravella and she hires the PC's to either protect her from Undead Ninja Assassins, or she heard about his escape and hires the PC's to pre-emptively end him.
An old enemy of hers resurfaces, her dyes drove the Elven Artiste Laffsleafpink out of business and he's spent the past decades working on a dye that would put her to shame. You can imagine how angry he was when he found that she had the gall to switch job fields before he could show her her rightful place. So, like any logical humanoid, he hires a group of overpowered hitmen.
Systems (Divine/ Spirit) (Defining)
Queen of Shadows, the Dreaming Darkness, the Unseen Light (Blue/Black)
"She spoke of mystery and portent, of such unfathomable things that my mind screamed for pity."
Those who hear her go mad with inspiration
Dreams of dark nights to come are said to stir in the minds of scheming hollowsages.
"Don't look upon still waters without first breaking the surface. The korrigan will catch you with her gaze and drag you to your death."
Cinder beliefs revolve around the Path of Sorrow, a spiritual descent into oblivion. They don't mind taking others on their journey down.
Don't venture into the darkness, lest it decide not to let you leave.
Edge of the Divinity(Sword)
Helm of the Ghastlord(Helm)
"The Shamans of Marit Lage do her bidding in secret, but they do it gladly."
"Our world has not felt her thundering steps in lifetimes, but Marit Lage's presence is still with us."
"Will not the mountains quake and hills melt at the coming of the darkness? Share this vision with your enemies, Lim-Dûl, and they shall wither."
"All knowledge has its price."
"Bind me to thee, my soul to thine. I am your servant and your slave. I shall hunger for your word and thirst for your blessing. Blood for blood, flesh for flesh, Leshrac, my lord."
"Rumors persist of dark deeds performed in the depths of Soldev. When will Dagsson heed the danger therein?"
Dread Marit Lage lies dreaming, not dead.
"The mist whispers to those who know it to be more than a mundane fog."
Certain initiates into the Skirsdag cult take a vow of blindness, pledging obedience to none but demonkind.
Imorantha the Dreaming Darkness, the Unseen Light, Queen of Shadow
found in the shapes of smoke fog unbroken water she offers knowledge to those who seek her. Goddess of magic in all its forms she exacts her price in the sanity of those who would worship her. Images of a deathly pale maiden in a sauron-esque helm with a sword of pure darkness in her hand. All magic is is using the forms of her dreams to alter reality, and the day she wakes again, as she did once in the past, will see the end of the world. Her followers come in 2 different schools: Those who worship her as the Dreamer seek to wake her that she might once and for all cleanse the world of magic, while those who worship her as the Unseen seek knowledge at any price from the second most ancient of the gods.
Portfolio: Shadow, Fog, Darkness, Dreams, Knowledge, Magic, Insanity
Both orders of followers undergo a ritual whereby they're blinded and have two scars, one in each side of their face extending for about an inch up their forehead and an inch down their cheek. (Gaze of Pain) Rumors persist that the higher level priests regain their ability to see through dark magics.
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