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The Vanagard Stories

Posted in Fate of the Norns, Norse Mythology, Roleplaying Games, Satire, Vanagard, Writing with tags , , , , on September 7, 2017 by Chall

As I mentioned before, a long time ago, I was a storyteller in Jungle Cat World in Orono. It was an experience that changed my life, I loved it. I want it back, hence I’m telling  Vangard Stories on the internets.

Of course, these tie into the game, which you can back here. Their purpose is threefold:

  1. To promote the game
  2. To provide lore and ideas for running the game
  3. To share a story that’s been rattling around in my head for a while

It’s a fun thing to write. I have an opportunity to fill in the myths in my own way.  I’ll tell the story of when Odin and Loki met Freya, how Frey got his magic sword, why Nord has such fine feet and how Freya gained her field of Folkvangr. None of what I’m telling is authentic buuut it’s based heavily on the myths. It’s my way of filling in the gaps. It’s a worthwhile project that I will see to completion.

There will be 12 stories that can be listened together or individually. I’ve completed three and am well on my way to the fourth.

I plan on releasing these in written format; if we make our stretch goal.

You don’t need these stories to play Vanagard. We won’t arrest you for straying from the myth and the lore, in fact, we’re hoping you do. The stories you tell with our game are yours, you can add as many Norse and non-Norse elements as you’d like. Still, if you enjoy the mythology and the set up of the game, I fully believe listening to these will enhance your experience.

You can find my stories on:

So please take a look and, if you like them, feel free to back our Kickstarter.

 

 

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Dragon Trinity Crash Intro Story

Posted in Dragon Trinity Crash, Publishing, Roleplaying Games, RPG, Writing with tags , , on November 27, 2016 by Chall

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Door Crashers graphic by Gnaw.

These days my project time is split between Vanagard and Dragon Trinity Crash.

The ruleset for Vanagard is as solid as it’ll get without outside feedback, once Andrew’s finished with the Illuminated Edda the newest Vanagard Beta will be available for playtesters. Meanwhile, I’ve been updating  my Vanagard YouTube channel with better art and cleaner versions of the intro and the first story. I’ve mostly finished the second story, just waiting on feedback from the last few proofreaders.

As for Dragon Trinity Crash I’ve had a TON of ideas rolling around in my mind about characters, rules, plots and so forth. Which is fine but the actual work on the book needs doing and I have been keen to complete.  The following is the intro story that’ll appear in the rule book. Every RPG has one of these, it’s the first thing you read, designed to give the gist of the world, at a glance. In RPGs I’ve read, I’ve found some of these stories amazing, others…well I skipped so I could get straight to the meat. I hope this one, is one folks will read and enjoy.

So…enjoy!

*****

“I then lifted the puny Orc lord, and smashed him onto the rocks!” Steve the Barbarian smashed the chair onto the hardwood floor where it exploded into splinters. The tavern crowd cheered, while Ansim, cleric of Wal, The Invisible Hand of the Free Market, signalled comfortingly to the tavern master that all would be paid for.

When the cheers died down Ornat the Satyr rogue added, “Those idiot pig snouts were so stunned, none of ‘em saw me take this.” With a flourish, she produced an emerald the size of an apple, even in the dim candle light it glimmered. The crowd gasped in admiration and envy.

Anism snatched the gem from Ornat, “Careful,” he hissed, “it’s holy.”

“Holy?” snorted Haskel Steel Tower, Paladin of Generik, God of Healing Spells, Turning Undead and That’s It. “How can orcs have anything holy?” His lovely baritone caused many in the tavern to swoon.

“It does have an ominous name, the Gem of Don Tre Move,” commented Kassandra Two-Swords, Queen of the Dual-Wheel Clan.

“It will be holy,” answered Ansim, polishing the gem with this sleeve before tucking it away, “after it’s stowed in the church.”

His fellow adventurers shot him a sudden glare.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, “Of course we’ll be rewarded a finder’s fee, Wal’s the God of Profit, not charity.”

At that, the adventurers cheered and clinked mugs.

Suddenly the tavern door was kicked open and three individuals stepped forward. To the  right stood a regal looking Elf, her expression bored. To the left stood a tough Halfling, who wore an evil grin. Between them was a Half-Elf bedecked in blue armour, who strode forward in a manner that was all business.

She shot an even glare at the cleric, “Ansim Molina, we are representatives of the Zhan R.S.S. We have been hired by the royal family of the late Orc king Loukas Katut. You will relinquish the Gem of Don Tre Move or face the consequences.”

The sudden tense silence was broken by Ornat’s snicker. “What? The Orcs are hiring mercs now?”

“Well you did slaughter their army,” the badass Halfling commented.

Haskel frowned, “You have no jurisdiction here. As per the accords of Killt Hemand Tak Etherstuff, any member of the Tolgax alliance is free to raid goblinoid settlements with no fear of recompense.” He stood and sunk the tip of his great sword into the floor, folding both gauntleted hands on its hilt. “If what we did was a crime I would no longer be a paladin; do I look like not-a-paladin to you?” An air of righteous menace hung around him like a cloak of terror.

“Well, you do serve Generik God of Lowest Standards,” quipped the Halfling.

“Jadran,” scolded the Half-Elf.

While they whispered an argument, the Elf walked forward and said, with a strained genteelness, “We made the city guard well aware of our intentions and they do side with you. However, honour demands we not be deterred and in that respect, we offered to allow them to do their duty and try to stop us. However, after we demonstrated our acumen, they wisely stepped aside. I assure you, they send their most sincere apologies.” She looked away from the wall hanging she was examining, some velvet number showing a Dark-Elf with sideburns, and regarded the adventurers with a sudden iciness.

“Can we kill them?” asked Kassandra casually.

“I want to kill them,” added Steve.

“Very well,” Ansim dismissed, “try not wreck the place.”

At that, Steve let out a bloodcurdling war cry and drew his zweihander from the sheath slung across his broad back. He charged forward, his blue-steel eyes filled with bloodlust, an unstoppable juggernaut of muscle and steel.

The Half-Elf paused in her argument to spare the barbarian a harsh glance. She swept her hand towards him. “Thunder Lance.” There was a sudden flash and horrendous boom. Steve cried in surprise and was thrown across the tavern like dirty laundry.  His sword twirled in the air for a moment, before it clattered to the floor.

The adventurers blinked in surprise. Then the ranger drew her swords and grinned fiercely, “Time to bring this up a whole other level!” She raced towards the armoured maiden.

“Jade Club!”  Kassandra was brought to a halt, mid-sprint, by the Halfling’s jade mace thudding into her stomach, “Sorry, but we’re having a conversation here.” He finished his swing and she too went flying across the tavern, with a shriek, to join Steve.

The mystic weapon vanished and Jadran turned back to the armoured one, “Now listen here, I will mock whatever gods I deem fit.”

Dejana let out a frustrated sigh, “You’re being unprofessional. Guild charter specifically states…”

“I don’t care.”

“You should, here’s why…”

The Elf rolled her eyes.

The paladin gave her a sympathetic nod and then raised his gleaming sword in the air. “For Holiness without Commitment!”

The Satyr rogue brandished her daggers, “For the loot!”

They charged together. Haskel lowered his sword like a lance, his expression a grim mask of determination. Ornat followed just behind him and to the left, her daggers twirling in her hands.

The Elf dashed forward with practised speed. “Sea Slash.” She crossed the paladin’s path, a blade of gleaming seawater in her hand. She flicked her wrist and the blade fell to a puddle of blood on the floor. Haskel let out a cry and fell, first to his knees and then onto his face. Without skipping a beat Ornat continued running, right past the arguing Dejana and Jadran, right out the door.

Dejana and Jadran kept to their argument, weighing the value of professionalism vs. liberating speech. The Elf stepped forward and regarded the cleric of Wal with disdain. “The gem if you please.” She held out her hand.

Ansim retreated a couple of paces, holding the gem tight. A cold sweat beaded on his forehead. “I-I recognise you, y-you’re Iset the Dark One. I’m not giving anything to you!”

Iset sighed, “I assure you I’m not nearly as evil as I was. I’ve spent all time owed in prison and accepted an alignment shift. If I was at my full power, using my old methods, that gem would already be mine, and you’d be grovelling at my feet wishing for death.” An eerie light suddenly shone from under her chin, casting her visage in malevolent shadow.

Ansim let out a terrified squeak, he then thrust forward his smiley face holy symbol and chanted,

“Ancient Mascot from Aeons gone

 Scion of Moloch, the golden spawn…”

Dejana and Jadran paused in their argument.

“What the…”, commented the Halfling.

 “You who have outlived both clown and king

The lives of my foes are yours to wring!” Ansim’s smiling holy symbol came to life and laughed malevolently. The patrons behind him cowered.

A glowing portal, too bright to look at, opened up behind them and huge shiny hands emerged from it and ripped off the roof. Stepping out came a hairless, gleaming white giant who towered above the town. He was built like a pristine statue of a powerful man. His smile exuded confidence with a touch of malice. Distant, etherial, voices sung in exaltation:

Mr. Scrub, Mr. Scrub ruba duba duuub

Mr. Scrub, Mr Scrub, he’ll feast on your Bloood

Mr. Scruuub!”

Ansim giggled with the voice of a madman, then he fled, and so did the patrons. The three mercs stared up at the Corporate Avatar, gobsmacked.

He looked down and turned his smile upon them.

Dejana broke out of her terror and pulled her friends close.

“Iset, get Freya and chase after Ansim, don’t let him get away. Jadran you and Ulla help with the evacuation. I’ll deal with the giant.”

“Are you nuts?” Jadran exclaimed.

Iset frowned worriedly, “You can’t, not by yourself, even with Xalladale, he’s too powerful.”

Dejana smirked, “He’s a washer spirit. I’ll be fine, sky beats sea.”

Jadran glanced at Iset, “She’s got a point.”

Iset seemed hesitant but answered, “Very well, but as soon as we’re done we’re coming right back .”

“Appreciated.” Dejana then pointed at Mr. Scrub, “Hey! Your fight’s with me!”

Iset and Jadran scattered as the bald giant lifted a foot and went to stomp Dejana. She barely jumped out of the way and the shockwave from the impact sent her flying. With booming footsteps, he advanced towards her.

“Time to pick on someone your own size,” the merc muttered. She drew in a breath and suddenly was lifted by vortex. Her voice echoing with power she chanted:

“You whose wings span inky sky and encompass stars.

Whose gaze sees all no matter how afar

Bring forth your thunder, whose din terrifies evil hearts

I call forth your child to rip and tear villains apart

Great Dragon who seeks Blood heed my call

Power of Xalladale be mine!”

Chunks of sapphire and silver materialised and orbited around Dejana, at the end of her chant they combined in a brilliant flash of light. In the sorceress’ place stood a mechanical warrior nearly as tall as Mr. Scrub. She walked upright but had draconic features, including wings and a tail. She was constructed of gleaming sapphire and silver. She tilted her head back and roared.

Mr. Scrub let out a booming chuckle and smashed his sparkling fist right underneath Xalladale’s chin. The mech flew back and crashed into a 10-foot pole shop.

“Watch it!” cried the amplified voice of Jadran behind it, “Trying to rescue people here.”

“Sorry,” said Xalladale in Dejana’s voice. She shook her head to clear it and stood. “I’ll finish this now, Thunder Lance!” Twin conductor rods clanked down on Xalladale’s shoulders, they thrummed with electricity and fired two bolts of lightning directly at the Avatar with a tremendous boom. He jolted back an inch, smiled and laughed, the blast having no effect.

“Wha?” Dejana exclaimed.

Mr. Scrub gestured and two sponges of rock erupted from the earth. “I am not my brother Mr. Swish, nor my Sister Ms. Swoosh, I am the third element of our trinity.” His eyes lit up with murderous intent, “I am Mr. Scrub the Land Spirit of Corporate Cleansing and I will rub you  out!” He pointed and the two porous boulders slammed into Xalladale, ripping into her hide, tearing sapphire chunks out of her. Dejana felt Xalladale’s pain through their empathic link and screamed. She then gritted her teeth, focused and cried, “Heaven’s Rise!” Her mech flapped her wings and flew into the air. Mr. Scrub smirked and pointed up to her, the earth sponges followed but Xalladale reduced them to rubble with two punches. She then roared again and swooped down to slam into the Avatar, sending him toppling out of the edge of town.

“You’re a fool!” exclaimed Mr. Scrub. “Land beats sky, you can’t win.”

Xalladale swiped twice with her claws, cutting two large gashes into the giant. “Could have fooled me,” Dejana mocked.

“Enough!” Mr Scrub growled. He stepped behind Xalladale and rapidly hammered punches into her back. She stumbled but managed to turn to block the rest of his attacks. She then swiped a claw upwards cutting his chin. Thus, the fight continued and minutes bled into eternity for Dejana. Xalladale scored many wounds on Mr. Scrub, but they were light. When he struck back each blow hammered the mech further and further out of town.  Finally, he grabbed her by the wing and tossed her into a rocky hillside where she collided with earth-shattering force.

For a moment the dragon armour lay still, but then Dejana gasped and forced her mech back to her feet. “I admit, you’re not half bad.”

Mr. Scrub chuckled, raised his hands in the air and said “Wound Cleanse!” He swept his hands down and a sparkling field followed, one that erased all his injuries.

Dejana’s eyes went wide. “Crud.”

Mr. Scrub shook his head, “Tsk, tsk, tsk, it’s time to wash your mouth out, for good.” He pulled back his fist, drawing magical power. Dejana braced for impact.

Suddenly a green, four-legged, gator-mech crashed into the Avatar from behind, knocking him flying. “No one kills Dejana till we’ve finished our argument,” chuckled Jadran’s voice.

An ice-blue mech, long and serpentine, sprung into the air and knocked Mr. Scrub flying with her tail. “Sea beats land,” said Iset. The Avatar smashed into the ground and rolled to a halt.

“You two…”, Dejana huffed.

“Villagers evacuated ma’am.”, responded Jadran, his mech Ulla, saluting with his tail.

“I have the priest and the gem,” Iset said. Her mech, Freya, lifted her tail, inside the crystal rattle Ansim huddled in a frightened ball.

Meanwhile Mr. Scrub pushed himself onto his feet, his eyes glowing with power. “Mystic Eraser!”, he shouted and in his hand appeared a sword of acidic foam.

“I’d finish him,” Iset mused, “but it might be fitting if we all do it.”

“Fine with me,” said Dejana, “form up.”

Faedra Luna Perfect Crash!”, cried the three as one. Suddenly a shockwave of power erupted from all three mechs, it was enough to knock Mr. Scrub back on his arse. Ulla stood on his hind legs and split forming a throne, Xalladale sat in this, folding up to become the torso and head, Freya rose and slithered behind becoming a set of mighty arms. With a rumble, flash, and boom a new, much larger, mech stood before the prone Avatar.

Her right hand opened. “Sword,” commanded Dejana.

“Sea Slash!” “Jade Club!” “Thunder lance!”, the three called. Suddenly Faedra Luna was armed with a sea sword, inside which swirled huge boulders, outside of which crackled golden lightning.

“I hereby send you back to the celestial bargain bin,” snarled Dejana as Faedra Luna swung her massive blade.

“Suds buckets,” groaned the avatar, right before it struck.

*****

Aaand that’s the intro story. Did it do it’s job? Are you curious to see the rest? Please leave your comments below.

Seith and Sword – A Novel of Vengeance In Eastern Midgard

Posted in Fate of the Norns, Fiction, Norse, Publishing, Roleplaying Games, RPG with tags , , , , on July 22, 2015 by Chall

Four months ago I put this blog on hiatus while I worked on a new novel. Said novel is finished, so I now proudly present Seith and Sword. It has been very gratifying to write, especially since it has allowed me to utilize my knowledge of Norse mythology, the Sagas, the Eddas and add my own particular little twist to FoTN setting. I’d like to thank Andrew Valkauskas, who is a most accommodating publisher, he allowed this story to remain under my control with only a few, minor, caveats. I’d like to thank my significant other Jenny Doleman, who put up with long nights of me using her as a sounding board and nipping away in the evenings to write for hours on end. I’d like to thank all my friends who were very patient with my madness. I’d like to thank our backers, without their support this novel would have never been written.

Cooking awesomeness.

Do you smell what the Chall is cooking?
He’s cooking awesomeness.

What will you find in Seith and Sword? Primarily it’s written to show what kind of adventures one could have FoTN. Think of it as a whirlwind tour of eastern Midgard peppered with adventure, joy and loss. I kept the stakes desperate but small. That way I could avoid solving the major plot points of the setting. I did this on purpose, it has always aggravated me when RPG setting novels change the game landscape so drastically that it wipes out everything the player characters could have done.

Seith and Sword avoids two of the most prominent fantasy meta-plots. The crux of the story is not the retrieval or destruction of a powerful magic item. Nor is t a war story. Instead it’s a tale of a family feud, Nibelung VS Volsung, rekindled. It is a quest for vengeance but told from the perspective of those who are fleeing it. It’s a terribly dark story with little breaks of music, laughter and light, just to remind the reader why those fleeing still struggle not to succumb to their ever growing list of powerful foes.

There are no clear cut good guys or bad guys in this novel. No generic Orcs or evil magicians, just good people struggling for survival and doing terrible things. Morality in this novel is messy. What drives the Volsung is a desire for a life of freedom. What drives the Nibelung is glory, anguish, and rumor. I play a lot with rumor in this book. In fact, if you took the rumor as truth then would Seith and Sword would become a tale of good vs. evil. Which is apt, since such stark contrasts tend to break down upon under deep scrutiny.

If this type of story rocks your fancy,  I suggest checking my novel out. You can purchase it in the link above. If you’re a backer or you’ve already purchased this, thank you. Please tell me what you loved and/pr hated about it. I live for your feedback.

Seith and Sword Is Funded – I’ll Be Incognito For A Bit

Posted in Fate of the Norns, Roleplaying Games, Writing with tags , , , , on March 23, 2015 by Chall

So, good news,

Seith and Sword is fully funded.

A big thanks to my backers, my friends and family. I am very excited to write this novel for this particular game setting. Fate of the Norns is the truest rpg to the Eddas that I’ve encountered. Furthermore, as I discovered while writing the kickstarter blogs, their take on Norse Mythology is pretty much my own. I’ve got the novel all planned out and the rough draft is already a quarter of the way done. I’m so looking forward to getting this novel to my backers. They won’t be disappointed.

I’ll be very busy. While my daily word count is manageable I want to blow away my deadlines. The earlier I finish the more time I’ll have to refine. I’m putting my all into Seith and Sword, and as such, until it’s done, I’ll have less time for blogging. So if you don’t hear from me for a while, this is why.

When Sieth and Sword is complete, you will hear about it, trust me.

"The Wolves Pursuing Sol and Mani" by John Charles Dollman - Guerber, H. A. (Hélène Adeline) (1909). Myths of the Norsemen from the Eddas and Sagas.

I hope to have Seith and Sword done well before Ragnarok.

December Update: Dark Crystal Author Quest and NaNo The Childe Hel

Posted in Adventure Book, Anime, Dark Crystal, Dragon Trinity Crash, Fantasy, Fiction, Knights of the Hidden Sun, National Novel Writing Month, Publishing, Roleplaying Games, RPG, The Childe Hel with tags , , , , , on December 1, 2013 by Chall

Sorry for the delay in posts, I’ve been incredibly busy.

Here’s what I’ve been up to:

Dark Crystal Author’s Quest

I found out about this in late September, so I thought I’d give it a shot. September was spent drawing up a plan for a full Dark Crystal novel. Then, in November, new information came up on the Dark Crystal Online Encyclopedia that blew a huge hole in my plans. Undaunted, (well actually VERY daunted) I picked apart my previous ideas for something that would fit. I have to admit, the rewritten plan is much better than my original so I went with that.

I spent most of October writing my submission. I can’t go over the details of it but what I will say is I’m proud of what I’ve wrought, it’s perhaps one of the best things I’ve ever written. If I get picked as one of the final five I’ll be over the moon. If not I’ll look into sharing what I wrote as fan fiction and move on.

Pick Chris's novel, please? Make peace?

Pick Chris’s novel, please? Make peace?

Speaking of which.

National Novel Writing Month

I completed this. I’ve always wanted to try NaNo so I pledged 2013 to it. I’m glad I did.

Some authors may scoff but I found this hard. I work full time 5 days a week, so to write 1667 words a day is roughly an hour and a half overtime every day with no days off. Furthermore I’m used to working form a detailed plan. All my recent projects are all fully mapped out on Xmind before I ever commit the first word to word processor. My Dark Crystal submission followed this path but I couldn’t do it for my NaNo novel. Why? Author’s Quest took my October so, when November came around I had minimal planning for NaNo. I had to write words, immediately, on the fly. Yikes!

I did it though and it was worth while. I used a very general idea as my guide and just wrote free from for 30 days. At one point I got stuck with doubt and confusion but I powered through that and eventually reached 50’058 words.

The key was to always stay a little ahead. I clocked around 1800 words a day. This meant, on the rare occasion where I was pulled forcefully away form my writing desk, I never fell behind because my ‘word credit’ was still good. On the other hand, if I had let myself fall behind, it would have been far harder to catch up. So the lesson is; if you need to do x words a day aim for x+.

I have to admit, this method has been rewarding. My characters and plot have developed in ways I could have never imagined. Oh, I’ll still plan the snot out of my 2nd draft buuut I’ll have a wonderful 1st draft to work from.

I’m actually not done my novel but that’s okay. NaNo has given me a sense of how far I can push myself when I really need to. I’m going to complete it. Furthermore, I’ve pledged myself at least 1000 words a day knowing that 30’000 compared to 50’000 is easy.

What I will be up to?

The Childe Hel

My NaNo novel is about the Norse Goddess Hel. Not much is written about her. All that is known is:

  • Odin threw her into the underworld to gain dominion over it.
  • She’s a badass, everyone’s scared of her.
  • When Baldur goes to her domain it’s she who dictates to the Aesir the strict conditions for his return. The conditions are not met so Baulder says.

However, there’s no story, that I could find, on how she comes to power in the underword. When she’s tossed down there she’s a little kid. Therefore, I thought that a neat story would be how she fairs. This novel is about her growing up in the underworld.

When you were a kid you got Santa. I got the frozen wastes of Nifilheim.

When you were a kid you got Santa. I got the frozen wastes of Nifilheim.

It’s going to be a dark high fantasy about loyalty, family, love and war. At 50’058 words it’s about a third of the way through. Over this next month or three I’m going to finish the first daft and hammer out a solid second draft. Expect updates on it unless…

My Dark Crystal Novel (pretty please)

If I win Author’s Quest then my Dark Crystal novel will be my #1 priority period. If that happens you’ll here about it, trust me. 🙂

I’ll be orbiting the moon with delight.

ADX Anthology: Dragon Trinity Crash

David’s got my final draft of this. I’m waiting for him to release it to the backers before I share all the freebies I wrote about it. If you’re a fan of Slayers and/or Fate you’ll love this.

Space Pirate Alice Black: Blood Tribute

I’ve been pestering Jenny Xenotropos whose doing the art and layout. Truth is she’s super busy with commissions and Christmas stuff. She plans to get back on SPAB in January. Once she’s done I’ll be self publishing this on LuLu and/or RPG Drive Thru. More on this as it happens.

Knights of the Hidden Sun

Still shelved I’m afraid. So many new things have come up that I haven’t had a chance to take what Malcolm left me and finish the final draft. That being said…

I will finish this. My plan is, once I’ve written the 2nd draft of The Childe Hel, Hidden Sun will get the lion’s share of my attention. That is unless I win Author’s Quest. I don’t think anyone will blame me for choosing the next Dark Crystal novel over it. Regardless, I will finish Hidden Sun, one way or another, eventually.

And thaaat’s me.

I’ll update again sometime in January.

True North – Grave Walker

Posted in Cortex Plus, Fiction, Roleplaying Games, RPG, True North, Writing with tags , , , , on August 14, 2013 by Chall
A commission by Heather Bruton, her work is in In Nomine. I gots connectionz.

A commission by Heather Bruton, her work is in In Nomine. I gots connectionz.

Grave Walker’s been with me for a while.

I drafted a short story called the King of Nines, which was about tracking down a haunted gun. Later, I wrote another short story, a prequel, about her dad struggling with a blood curse. The third story, involved a child murderer who hoped to resurrect his son by sacrificing other children to various death gods.

I like these stories but the publishers I sent them to didn’t so they got rejected.

Oh well.

Perhaps I like the character too much? Perhaps she broaches on Mary Sue territory? I hope not. I leave you, the readers, to judge.

Grave Walker’s origin is inspired by the Grim’s fairy tale, Godfather Death. I chose Anubis specificaly because, A) he’s cool and B) he gets slagged in most modern stories. He is not an ‘evil god’ by any means, despite what the 80s would tell you. Heck, he was instrumental in resurrecting Osiris.

In my universe he’s a powerful, patient and awesome deity.

Name: Grave Walker – Michelle Graves

Affiliations: Solo: D10 Buddy: D6 Team: D8

Distinctions

  • Godfather Death
  • Urban Amazon
  • Compassionate Pyshcopomp

Power Sets

Anubis’ Goddaughter

  • Attack (Staff, Eternal Rest): D6
  • Invisibility: D8
  • Mystic Resistance: D10
  • Mystic Sense: D6
  • Sorcery (Pyshcopomp) Adept: D8
  • Teleport: D10

SFX

  • Area Teleport: When you teleport between graveyards, everyone who is travelling with you follows.
  • Afflict Terror: Use Sorcery to inflict a ‘terrified’ complication on a living target. Add a D6 and step up your effect die.
  • Undeadbane: Step up Eternal Rest twice when attacking undead.
  • Magic Weapon: Eternal Rest will hurt incorporeal targets, undead or no.

Limits

  • Limited Teleport: You can only teleport between graveyards.
  • Conscious Activation: When mentally stressed our or unconscious shut down Anubis’ Goddaughter. Recover power when stress is recovered or you wake up. If you suffer mental trauma, shut down power until you recover from said trauma. Gain 1 PP when Anubis’ Goddaughter is shut down in this way.

Specialties
Acrobatic: D8 Business: D8 Combat: D8 Mystic: D8 Psych: D8

Background

  • Childhood: Michelle grew up in Victoria BC. Her father was killed by a blood curse before she was born. She was raised by her mother. She had an odd childhood, with her godfather and various ghosts visiting her often.
  • Day Job: Michelle works in Toronto as a very successful undertaker.
  • Origin: Michelle’s father, William, was inflicted by a blood curse after disturbing an Egyptian artifact. It would have killed his daughter as well but he managed to save her by giving her to Anubis as a goddaughter. Anubis has been a constant presence in Michelle’s life and bestowed upon her some of his ancient rites.
  • As a Hero: Michelle never planned on being a hero but a number of child murders, that ended up on her table, forced her hand. She avoided the limelight, ‘this is serious business’, and became an urban legend. Given the nature of her magic the underworld feared her.
  • True North: Michelle was one of the experts brought in to diagnose Hallow’s condition. They became fast friends. He insisted she join True North as his second in command. Michelle accepted reluctantly. Now that Grave Walker is a public figure she’s been able to do more good but this has also complicated Michelle’s life significantly.

Personality

  • She has a calm, adventurous personality.
  • Outside of work she practices parkour and various marshal arts.
  • She’s a good listener and wise counselor.
  • In relation to Hallow: She was brought in to diagnose his condition. They became fast friends. When True North was founded she was asked to join and found she couldn’t refuse.
  • In relation to the Angel of Montreal: The nicest person Michelle knows, who can snap a Buick in half. Despite her raw power Clara’s the little sister Michelle never had.
  • In relation to Nanuk: Nanuk is a powerful spirit being, Michelle treats him with the same caution that she treats all powerful spirit beings.
  • In relation to Trickster: He’s funny and dangerous, a bad combo. In spite of her better judgement Michelle likes him.

Appearance

  • A tall, African Canadian woman with an amazonian build.
  • Long black hair, usually bound in a pony tail or flowing loose behind her.
  • Dresses in a simple black tux for work. In other cases she dresses athletically.
  • Costume is black tactical armor and an Anubis mask.

Note: If you’d like to see more of Heather Bruton’s work, go here.

ADX – Dragon Trinity Crash – More Flash Fiction

Posted in Dragon Trinity Crash, Fantasy, Fate, Fiction, Publishing, Roleplaying Games, RPG, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , on April 17, 2013 by Chall

Princes Drive, Guardians of Steel and Vimanakatha are all unlocked.

Thank you internet. 😀

My setting is up next for the ADX Anthology. That AND David Hill’s Bubble Gum crisis inspired: Cyber Saber Ascension. If this puppy gets funded to $15’000  both will be added.

We have 4 days and roughly $1’300 to go. Let’s make DTC a reality. Here’s the link.

In the meantime here’s some further Dragon Trinity Crash flash fiction:

Note: I’ve altered Dejana’s dragon armor  and dragon armor chant slightly. This has to do with how the game’s evolving while I’m writing it.

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”MEGA SLING!” The double-doors buckled and crashed. Standing there, as the dust cleared, were Jadran the Badass Halfing, Iset the dark, mysterious elven swordswoman and Dejana Half-Elf sorceress merc.

The young woman chained before them was dressed in royal finery.  She looked terrified.

Jadran immediately slid her side and held her hand gently. “No need to fear lass, we’re here to rescue you.”

“SEA SLASH.” Iset summoned a blade of shimmering water and cut through the chains with a single swipe.

Dejana pulled an official looking scroll from her belt and unrolled to show it to the former captive. “Princess Obscura, we’ve been hired by your kingdom. Please come with us.”

The young woman glanced in confusion at the scroll and her saviors.

“I’m thankful for your help but I’m not Obscura.

Your princess is in another castle.”

“WHAT?” cried the three adventurers.

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“MEGA SLING!” “SEA SLASH!” “THUNDER LANCE!”

Boulder, sea sword and lightning blot crashed into the Minotaur with colossal force. The creature let out a horrendous groan and fell, the floor rumbled when he hit.

Iset stood on his corpse, her blade buried in it, catching her breath. Jadran sat and against the body and started chanting Bless Mend to ease his broken arm.

Dajana stepped past them, her armor dented and scuffed and stood before the former captive. She was a dark haired beauty dressed in royal finery.  She she nodded appreciatively at her savior.

Dajana pulled down her gag. The princes gasped “RUST CURSE.” and her chains dissolved. 

The merc smirked. “Princess Obscura I assume?”

The dark haired one frowned. “I’m sorry but no.

She’s in another castle.”

The three groaned.

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“You cannot defeat me! SKY HAMMER!” The warlock shrieked as a hammer of lighting crackled in his hand and he swung at Iset.

“SLATE SHIELD!” The swordwoman rolled to the side as Jadran leaped between them. The hammer BOOMED against his rocky shield, it held but the Halfing was crunched against the opposite wall.

“BLAST GUSH!” Iset summoned a powerful jet of salt water against the warlock and he was knocked flying. “Gaaaaaaah!”

“FREEZE FANG!” Dajana’s hex, mixed with Iset’s spell, solidified the bad guy in place.

The three stood over him, looking battered, bloody and none-too pleased.

“There!” Iset hissed pointing at the tower just outside the court yard.

“That.” Growled Jadran.

“Is where Princess Obscura is kept, yes?” Finished Dajana, in a bedraggled tone.

The warlock glanced up at the tower and then back at the three, a big, mocking grin on his face.

“Hah! Hah! Hah! You fools. I was merely the distraction.

Your princess is in another castle!” He added a maniacal cackle for extra malevolence.

“Oh really?” Jadran asked.

An evil gleam shined in the three’s eyes.

“Uh. Yes?” the warlock said, seeming suddenly timid.

“Ullith.”

“Freya. “

“Xalladale.”

Their rage was able to bypass the normal chants. In a flash of magic three two-story tall dragon armors surrounded the warlock; one of jade, one of ice and one of ivory and gold.

The warlock screamed like a school child as the three stomped him.

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“Do you know what would be nice?” Cried Jardan as he leaped and rolled down the hill. A massive rock spike slamming into the place where he was.

“For Princess Obscura not to be evil?” Commented Dejana dryly as she followed suit.

“No!” Yelled the Halfing over the din of the Titan chasing them.

“What would be nice-”

The five story tall quartz construct opened its eyes and fired lasers  at Iset. She barely jumped out of the way and ended up tumbling down the hill.

“would be dragon armor.” Jardan finished with an accusatory point at Dejanna.

“You stomped the Warlock too.” Dejanna snarled.

“Children.” Iset inserted herself between them. “We’ve got bigger problems.”

A shadow fell over the the three and they saw, at the top of the hill, the Titan. In a ‘necklace compartment’ was Obscura leering down at them.

“Prepare to die!”

The foot came up.

The three ran and just barely made it out of the booming stomp radius.

“We need to summon Artaxerxes.” suggested Iset.

“We can’t.” Dejanna huffed as the three fled. “We need the other armors to build to him.”

“We’ve called upon the others but not him directly. If we all cast together we can do it.”

“If we fail,” cried Jardan, “we’ll be devoured,” they dodged another epic stomp.

“If we don’t, we’ll die anyways.”

“I’m for it.” Dajanna said, sliding to a halt and glaring up at the titan with determination.

Iset too slid to a stop, her glare at the monster was cold as ice.

Jardan groaned but also slid to a halt. “Fine.”

Obscura smirked down at the three from her pendant throne.

“Finally decided to stop running eh? I’ll just finish you off quickly then!”

“You who dwell in the deepest, darkest earth unseen.

Your roar terrifies the souls unclean.

You who carry all the  world on your back.

Call forth your first son, let the earth quake and crack.

Great Dragon who seeks Strength heed my call!

Power of Ullith be mine!”

Out of the earth sprung forth an enormous dragon armor made of jade. Immediately its torso split and slid open, combining with it’s massive arms to make a giant throne.

“Mother of peace, mother of wrath.

I call upon you for a dreadful task.

You who swallow the sun in the west.

Bring forth you child, with whose dread power I will be blessed.

Great Dragon who seeks Perfection heed my call.

Power of Freya be mine!”

A vortex of water erupted from the earth and out of it an enormous dragon armor made of dark sapphire ice.  It sat on the throne and shifted, folding into itself, becoming the body to Ullath’s arms and legs.

“You who wings span the the inky sky and encompass the stars.

Whose gaze sees all no matter how afar.

Bring forth your thunder, whose din terrifies the evil hearts.

I call forth your daughter, so she may rip and tear this villain apart.

Great Dragon who seeks Justice heed my call.

Power of Xalladale be mine!”

Lighting streaked from the sky and with it arrived an enormous dragon armor made out of ivory and gold. It melded from behind to became one with Ullith and Freya, her head and great wings  added to the mix.

As one the three’s voices boomed ” ARTAXERXES PERFECT CRASH!”

The Juggernaut armor stood before the titan.

Held aloft by magical forces in the armor’s third heart Dejana opened her eyes. She was pale, as if drained. Illusions Jadran and Iset were illuminated on the walls of the heart, they too were weak but unharmed.

“We’re alive?”

“It appears our gambit as worked.” Iset sounded exhausted but pleased.

“Then let’s show Obscura what we can do.” chuckled Jarad.

“Right.” Dejana said with a grin. She touched the wall of the heart and golden electricity ripped through the wall. “You’re up first Iset.”

Suddenly the left hand on Artaxerxes twitched, out of nothing a massive blade of salt water, crackling with golden lighting appeared. The armor’s wings flapped and he rose in the air, both claws now clutching the sword’s hit.

It said “Goodbye.” with a frigid finality in Iset’s voice.

Obscuria shrieked as the great Dragon attacked.