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.
A soldier who deserted his command.
A lengthy autobiography of Evelyn Stavros, a super powered heroine in the Delta Factor supers setting.
This is the thirteenth part of several (dozen) installments. The entire series will be rated R for graphic violence and adult situations, reader discretion is advised.
Sages and naturalists frown at the common name given to these strange creatures by the small folk, but sometimes the silliest nicknames for creatures, places and people persevere in the minds of many. “Purifiers”, “Pond Jellies”, “Breath-Stealers”, “Lung-Ticklers” and “River Butterflies” are much less commonly heard appellations for these life forms. Wet Faeries are basically (and simply) a species of fist-sized, fresh-water jellyfish. Several traits steer them toward the peculiar category however. Firstly, Wet Faeries are nearly invisible in the water, much like their marine cousins but even more so. One can swim in a river swarming with these critters and not even notice their presence. Secondly, they possess the unique ability to clean and purify whatever body of water they inhabit. They do this via some sort of biological filtration process, sucking in all toxins present in the water, and releasing it back in its purest form. Needless to say, they are both a blessing and a curse to whichever folk dwell beside the rivers and lakes Wet Faeries inhabit. On one hand, no purer water can be found anywhere than a Wet Faerie lake or pond, and yet, in “pure” water “life” tends in fact to die out, lacking the needed nutrients to prosper. Thirdly, their “sting” is (unfortunately) virulently poisonous to all mammalians. Wet Faeries are loathe to sting anyone or anything, using their barbed fronds as a last line of defense, but if stung, most swimmers will suffer respiratory arrest, and die within minutes, usually drowning before they can make it back to shore.
Alchemists, druids, and less savory characters have studied these creatures over the years, and have predictably found all the ways Wet Faeries could be exploited. Morbidly humorous, some bards find it, that the Poisoners and Assassins Guilds as well as the Healer’s Union, all prize these creatures. The assassins use the extracted venom in obvious fashion, while the priests and healers use the still-living jelly-fish to sterilize other poison potions and to cure those already poisoned on death’s door.
It is known that a certain Earl Von Trumble keeps his vast castle moat stocked with Wet Faeries, the waters so clear that every bone of every one of his past enemies can be clearly seen on the bottom, twenty two feet below.