Come you Masters of War...Thirty generals, some of them effective and popular with their men, others anything but.
An elfin warrior from a fallen house.
Call me "Creature", lostling, half-dragon of the planes; ie Corporal John Hearthfeld, Esq. - Assassin/ Enforcer "Rat-snake" .
Starts with scene excerpts, followed by working notes, ends with actual used Character Sheet data.
Hailing from a long line of brewers, Stout has given up the life of the beer-maker for the life of the Adventurer-Upon-Return
Sometimes what begins as a Fairy Tale can end in misery. The tale of Celsia Frostblossom is testament to this.
Honor is in the Eye of the Beholder
When parapsychic abilities began manifesting, martial artists found that their discipline from years of training provided them with the acumen and ability to channel and control the unexpected powers that now flowed from their fingertips.
30 Warriors -- Freemen and Captives -- to populate your arenas.
"Impatient as well as stupid, some virtuous whip you are." Snap tilts her head to the side with a smile as her drumming fingers increase in tempo. "I assure you that my patience is vast." The man stops in his tracks stare Snap down, her expression remains unchanged. "Vast, not infinite. I am but a human so I am sure something could cause me to break my vows." Hastily he resumes filling the order. As Snap walks out the door with the goods the shopkeep grabs your arm. "That is a monster chained by monks robes, I have stared down raging barbarians and never seen such hate in their eyes."
A character sheet for one of the main characters in my 'modern' war story that I am writing. Contains statistics, history and motivation.
He grew up to be a powerful Knight, a force to be reckoned with. That is, before his fall. Before the Kingdom he protected, the Knighthood he served, and a Knight he fought with betrayed him.
Drawn from the rather generic Gunslinger Adept from Shadowrun, but influenced very strongly by the 2002 film Equilibrium and the 2008 Wanted.
Slagger Tornfury hates elves. He doesn't just hate them, he HATES them.
Light infantry units, with assorted skill sets
The Sogans were a mystically aware technological society. Queen Stavarang is the last surviving Sogan in the galaxy
Thirty Gladiators battleing away in the arena in front of you
Sometimes life as you know it has to nearly end for you to find your true calling. By "end" I mean the everything you knew, loved, and held dear ripped away, your life torn down to the bloody roots and dragged over broken glass until the future yawns like a great big empty pit that threatens to swallow you whole type of ending.
The new you, the one that's left after such a sundering, is someone the old you would probably put a bullet in the brain pan of out of sheer mercy. Problem is, the old you is no longer around, and the new you likely doesn't have anyone left that cares enough to administer that hollow point piece of mercy.
An ex-cop vigilante, suitable for modern day supernatural horror settings.
Decepticon Military Scientist ca 1987
A favored son of the Prussian nobility, and a Knight Errant of the Restored Order of the Temple
"If the OD-RSDs were here already, the facility would have gone up in smoke a long time ago..."
The party has found the source of the strange creatures roaming the countryside. The rift in this reality glows with a silver hue, rippling with the wind but never moving. They step through and are immediately assaulted with the scent of rotting meat, some have to muster all their strength not to vomit. Strange cries similar to the beasts the party had faced before can be heard in the distance. Looking around, they see they are in a forest of grey and red rather than the normal brown and green. The trees are sticky to the touch and writhe, perhaps to get away or perhaps as a warning.
The deeper the party goes, the more the forest seems to slither and move underfoot. The cries get closer and more numerous. Creatures lurk in the shadows, all the same color of their surroundings. Whatever the party came in here for, they had better do it fast.
The forest of flesh is waking up, and it is so very hungry.