A remarkable pilot in the Atlantic Federation Aerospace Force, the Cosmic Era incarnation of Audie Murphy
also known as a clanker, metal dog, trash can
Seven naval commanders with the power of life and death over their men when at sea. Theirs is a lonely post, as they are responsible for their men and the ship that they sail in. Some are legally appointed, others are mutineers with not much to lose.
As an R34 (remora) Col. Inoue leads mecha into battle. She does this without the benefit of a mecha of her own, instead relying on her own feet and a high power rifle.
Immortality can be achieved in many ways, freetext Friday "robot"
30 comic book inspired residents, honorary or otherwise of New Themyscira
A corporate Alpha Strike team
One of the more notorious and infamous shadowrunners of the Cosmic Era
Cheka Man's original 30 Generals led me to thinking, and so I've a few more for the till ...
Because I freaking can.
A first generation supersoldier program, Dynamo Atlas was a success, and there are still a good number of these 'titans' alive and active
A bloodthirsty band of brutal barbarian brigands, baneful and bleak in bearing. Beware!
“A kill within every ten steps,
Not leaving traces within a thousand miles,
Dusting off one’s clothes and leaving after the deed,
Hiding one’s presence and name deep.”
~ Excerpt from Li Bai’s “The Verse of the Wandering Swordsman”
My take on Dracula for my 1640's Demon Hunting Game
Marked One, a tattooed warrior who is more than he seems...
The Man who Burned is coming to this world again, ready to hear your screams of pain and joy.
This new version of Hunter is inspired by some insightful feedback by PoisonAlchemist. PA's comments highlighted issues with the internal consistency and motives of Hunter, and also some things in my head which never made it onto the page. After chatting with PoisonAlchemist and others, I decided to re-write this character as a new submission to allow a side by side comparison. Presented here is the new Hunter, co-written by PoisonAlchemist.
Bishop O'hara is having a rough time after his recent trip to hell... (Violent Content, discretion advised)
The Admiral of the Fleet, an exemplary commander, peerless in skill, ruthless in execution.
Also happens to be a 14 year old girl.
One day a a wind begins to blow out of the West. The next day it gets stronger. And stronger still the next few days. Eventually (and fortunately), the speed of the wind tops out at a steady fifty miles an hour, but continues to blow. Soon an entire kingdom is wondering why it's not abating. The weather mages deem it unnatural but can't seem to banish or control it. The priests of various faiths claim it's divine. The End-Of-Days crowd is having a field day with their predictions of doom. No one knows why the gale persists. When inquiring with neighboring kingdoms, it seems they too suffer from a persistent western mistral. Eventually the populace begins to adapt to living with a twenty four hour a day wind. Always from the West, and perpetual. What could be causing this? A raging Elemental king? a curse from the gods? an unearthed artifact? Or has Nature itself gone haywire?