An ancient magus, a hero of old, watched from his mansion at the edge of town as the last battles of the World War was fought. Thankfully, the wards around his estate protected against the nuclear ordnance being thrown around decades ago.
As his fellow men, reduced to makeshift weapons reminiscent of the medieval era, fought as rival tribes, he took his time to mourn the passing of the Age of Nations. Turning from the balcony after watching yet another young child die to unnecessary violence, he turned back, and headed for his innermost sanctum.
As the doors shut upon the chamber, lights of arcane origins lit up, revealing a chamber filled with blades. Legendary weapons, from the ages far past, their origin stretching across continents and their tales passed on for centuries. Some known for the great deeds of their former wielders, some spoken about only as myths. Each levitating in this vast hall, this treasury
And below each piece, a humanoid body. A blank homunculus of the finest quality, for any less will simply not suffice.
As the old man took the last minutes of his life to slowly approach the ritual circle in the centre of the room, he slowly took in the sight before him.
Excalibur. Fragarach. Dainsleif. Zulfiqar. Durendal. Szczerbiec. Lobera. Harpe. Ascalon. Mikazuki Munechika. And many more...
Finally, he examined the circle at his feet. "The men of this day are unworthy of these treasures. May they themselves determine their own fate from this day on."
And for the last time in his life, he intoned the words that embodied his very existence, granting these weapons the gift of life.
Magic: You are allowed ONE magical ability, subject to GM approval. That takes its own trait, counting as the custom. If the ability in question is offensive in nature, it can be used to enhance your attacks but cannot be an independent form of attack. (e.g. Flaming sword, yes. Sword that shoots out fire spears, no.)
----- Desc -----
Name:
Weapon Type:
Gender:
Description:
[Yes, humanoid.]
Personality:
[For the love of Tzeentch, Hel Lokisdottir, Izanami, Nobunaga Oda and the whole lot of deities I occasionally remotely like, PLEASE DON'T MAKE AN EDGY EMO EDGELORD! I'll bloody toss you off the edge of a cliff. Onto a rock formation composed of sharp weathered edges. With the edge of my Highland Claymore. With said edge set aflame using single malt whisky. Enough edges for you?]
Background:
[Historical notes. ESPECIALLY important if you are making a fictional original weapon.]
----- Notes -----
Equipment , currency, whatever you want.
Combat
PP use: Extra stars, out of turn.
Free movement.
Stealth: Difference of your stealth roll and the enemy's detection roll added/subtracted to your attack roll
Counter: Surplus defence roll applied to enemy as damage
XP
First session --> HP/PP
10 XP per level --> HP/PP + Trait
An ancient magus, a hero of old, watched from his mansion at the edge of town as the last battles of the World War was fought. Thankfully, the wards around his estate protected against the nuclear ordnance being thrown around decades ago.
As his fellow men, reduced to makeshift weapons reminiscent of the medieval era, fought as rival tribes, he took his time to mourn the passing of the Age of Nations. Turning from the balcony after watching yet another young child die to unnecessary violence, he turned back, and headed for his innermost sanctum.
As the doors shut upon the chamber, lights of arcane origins lit up, revealing a chamber filled with blades. Legendary weapons, from the ages far past, their origin stretching across continents and their tales passed on for centuries. Some known for the great deeds of their former wielders, some spoken about only as myths. Each levitating in this vast hall, this treasury
And below each piece, a humanoid body. A blank homunculus of the finest quality, for any less will simply not suffice.
As the old man took the last minutes of his life to slowly approach the ritual circle in the centre of the room, he slowly took in the sight before him.
Excalibur. Fragarach. Dainsleif. Zulfiqar. Durendal. Szczerbiec. Lobera. Harpe. Ascalon. Mikazuki Munechika. And many more...
Finally, he examined the circle at his feet. "The men of this day are unworthy of these treasures. May they themselves determine their own fate from this day on."
And for the last time in his life, he intoned the words that embodied his very existence, granting these weapons the gift of life.
CC
----- Traits -----1 weapon Type ( fabletop.com/forum/topic/6108/sword-dance-weapon-t... ), 1 custom
Magic: You are allowed ONE magical ability, subject to GM approval. That takes its own trait, counting as the custom. If the ability in question is offensive in nature, it can be used to enhance your attacks but cannot be an independent form of attack. (e.g. Flaming sword, yes. Sword that shoots out fire spears, no.)
----- Desc -----
Name:
Weapon Type:
Gender:
Description:
[Yes, humanoid.]
Personality:
[For the love of Tzeentch, Hel Lokisdottir, Izanami, Nobunaga Oda and the whole lot of deities I occasionally remotely like, PLEASE DON'T MAKE AN EDGY EMO EDGELORD! I'll bloody toss you off the edge of a cliff. Onto a rock formation composed of sharp weathered edges. With the edge of my Highland Claymore. With said edge set aflame using single malt whisky. Enough edges for you?]
Background:
[Historical notes. ESPECIALLY important if you are making a fictional original weapon.]
----- Notes -----
Equipment , currency, whatever you want.
Combat
PP use: Extra stars, out of turn.
Free movement.
Stealth: Difference of your stealth roll and the enemy's detection roll added/subtracted to your attack roll
Counter: Surplus defence roll applied to enemy as damage
XP
First session --> HP/PP10 XP per level --> HP/PP + Trait