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Seven generations have passed among the sons of men since the ''miasma'' struck the fair folk with its crippling madness. Seven generations since the elven nations invaded the Hall of the Mountain king during the Dwarven Clanclave and slaughtered every soul born of stone. | Seven generations have passed among the sons of men since the ''miasma'' struck the fair folk with its crippling madness. Seven generations since the elven nations invaded the Hall of the Mountain king during the Dwarven Clanclave and slaughtered every soul born of stone. Was it one of the gods or the Mountain King himself that collapsed the Gates to the mountain kingdom burying the murderers of his people in rubble of earth and stone. | ||
In all those generations, not a whisper had drifted down from those barrow hills. | In all those generations, not a whisper had drifted down from those barrow hills. | ||
Revision as of 20:00, 2 June 2020
Premise
You remember the first time you died. And the second. And the third. You remember because Death fucking hurts, and the unavoidable process of coming back from the Dry Lands is a bastard's illegitimate bitch of a fuck.
With one foot in the land of the living and one in the land of the dead, you have seen what lies on the other side.
And you know what is coming.
Seven generations have passed among the sons of men since the miasma struck the fair folk with its crippling madness. Seven generations since the elven nations invaded the Hall of the Mountain king during the Dwarven Clanclave and slaughtered every soul born of stone. Was it one of the gods or the Mountain King himself that collapsed the Gates to the mountain kingdom burying the murderers of his people in rubble of earth and stone.
In all those generations, not a whisper had drifted down from those barrow hills.
Until now.
Trappers from the high crags report a blight spreading through the greensward, corrupting bark and bough, while shepherds on the foothills report strange, shifting mists with the shadowy figures of men sweeping across the glens in the early gloaming of the night.
Human
Adaptable
Kindred
Low Light Vision +1 Parry/reflexes Pace +2 Shunned - Most Kindred pass just fine among humans, but if they are discovered, the populace at large will cease to be helpful and friendly.
Wildling
Leaper Claws [str + 1d4] Climbing at normal Pace
Size/Toughness penalty Outsider (minor)