A lengthy autobiography of Evelyn Stavros a super powered heroine in the Delta Factor supers setting.
This is the first part of several (dozen) installments. The entire series will be rated R for graphic violence and adult situations, reader discretion is advised.
First Impression: a weedy military man
An elfin warrior from a fallen house.
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
The Sogans were a mystically aware technological society. Queen Stavarang is the last surviving Sogan in the galaxy
My father is slain. His house is broken. His sword is shattered, and his axe has been rent apart. But his blood lives on.
"Brutal bugger, but he's handy to have around in a fight!"
Blonde is one cool dude.
A Leader of all the Drannor has emerged with the heart and fury of her nation. Finally, the Orc-nation of the Drannor will rise up and crush their centuries-long oppressors.
"Their so-called god, it is claimed, loves, and thus love is their virtue. Foolishness! Love is only fear of loss, and fear is among the keenest of weapons in our arsenal. Let us turn their virtue onto itself, and draw more souls into the Devouring Maw."
- The Paragon, address to his Overlords, in the second year of the Sectarian Wars
"Tonight, this city shall be purged for it’s sins. They will all die, they will all burn. And in the end, not even death will stop their torment." -Ambrosia
"We, who carry the weight of an empire. We, who break our backs that others might rest easily! We, who will be slaves no longer! Rise, my friends! Rise against the injustices done to you!"
"Daddy, daddy, why arent you moving answer me daddy" Kamira wept as she hugged her fathers cold body blood already congealing where the assassins dagger had been thrust.
A wanderer at heart, and a highly skilled blade.
Hiraken now wanders through the forest, protecting it from those who seek to harm it while at the same time lending aid to travelers and warriors alike.
"Did a BEAR just jump out of that mans backpack?!?"
"Yes sir, I believe it did."
I need the shoe ads put in before the table of contents, and put the perfume ads behind the letters to the editor, don’t make me get the Sanderson data again on ad placement, and where in the blazes is my double-latte?
Ariel Kincaid, VP of Glitter Magazine
Hazenbrazen & Gribaldy: Two Necromancers taking over the world one corpse at a time.
The yang and yin team of Connor, the Urban Paladin, and Heather, The Mystic Cleric, is very effective as his pragmatism is balance by her optimism, her enthusiasm and idealism are tempered by his cautious paranoia, his wounds are healed by her, and she is kept alive by his sword. This effectiveness aside, Connor and Heather are not your normal adventurous members of The Church. Nor are they a couple.
Desperado, oh, you ain’t gettin’ no younger:
Your pain and your hunger, they’re drivin’ you home.
And freedom, oh freedom,
Well, that’s just some people talkin’
Your prison is walking,
Through this world all alone.
It seemed like a great place to camp. The clearing was good sized and sheltered from the wind. The brook just a few feet away. There is a natural hallow to keep the horses.
Then the night came.
It was like it became a different place. The temperature dropped. The wind, which does not seem to disturb cloth, almost cuts through you like an arctic wind. No one can sleep, as the soft ground has turned hard. The horses are uneasy. The Bats are flying over and stopping in the trees.
And then there is the eyes. There are glowing eyes just inside the tree line watching your group. The mages and clerics can detect nothing, but there is still something there.
(yet there is nothing at all... The Darkness will do nothing unless the players do something to it. And even then it will all seem to be a conincidence.)
Of course, in the morning, it all becomes sweet and light.