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The Wild Beyond Witchlight

KK. I'll edit when I can.

Any SWADE players around here?

I happened across this image of a blindfolded cop. It gave me an idea for a character who is part of a sect of police officers who regularly have to deal with the supernatural and have started worshipping that statue of that blindfolded woman with a sword and a set of weighing scales.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Brutrumukk

Brutrumukk gave no reply to Jub's words. The bugbear gnome simply laid where he had set down, completely unmoving for a time. Eventually, Brutrumukk huffed through his nose, sat up and looked down at himself. "Fuckin' darklings." The barbarian muttered as he inspected his wounds, showing no sign of a breakdown having ever occurred now. "What's the point o' bein' a weretiger if everyone 'as weapons made o' magic or silver?"

Any SWADE players around here?

:) A little more flexibility would help a lot. Right now the fantasy vs. modern police single choices gave me a checkmate.

@xasann

When you said Thin Blue has optional supernatural tones, did you mean to say it's just subtle changes rather than a full on urban fantasy mode?

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

Fyodor Strelnikov

Name: Fyodor Strelnikov
Race: Human (Custom Lineage)
Class: Fighter
Background: Haunted One

Personality Traits:
• I'm easily startled, but I'm not a coward.
• I don’t talk about my torments. I’d rather just forget them entirely.
Bond:
• Leo Dilisnya... The name is familiar to me. But I don't know why.
• I owe my life to the Bleak Cabal. I will see the debt repaid.
Ideal:
• Peace At Last. Now that I am free, I just want to live a quiet life.
Flaw:
• I am afraid of mist and avoid it at all costs.
• I am a purveyor of doom and gloom.

Appearance

Personality: Jaded, haunted, pessimistic, and terrified of mist. But also loyal, honest, brave, and able to endure great hardship without complaint. He is determined to repay the Bleak Cabal for saving his life and then live out the rest of his days in peaceful normalcy. While he does his best to be sociable when approached, it quickly becomes clear that he isn't very good at it. He prefers the company of himself and, when not working, he tends to sit still and mutter quietly to himself. From listening in on what few snippets of muttering are spoken loud enough to be heard, curious eavesdroppers have also deduced that he is fixated on the name 'Leo Dilisnya' for reasons not even he can discern.

Backstory: Thirteen months ago, a man stumbled into the Hive Ward as a heavy mist passed through. Badly wounded and barely clinging to life, the Bleakers who found him thought his eventual recovery a miracle. Once his neck injuries had healed enough to let him speak, the man introduced himself as Fyodor Strelnikov and mentioned being used to lands of never ending darkness, but didn't share much more than that. Upon making a full recovery, Fyodor felt compelled to repay the people that saved his life. He has since then taken on any request made of him by the Bleak Cabal to the best of his ability, the most recent of which being to see that the healers and consolers being sent to the former site of Tir na Og arrive safely.

Any SWADE players around here?

Thin Blue Line is my top pick out of those.

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og (DnD 5e)

I'm still looking for a picture that I like well enough to use

@Abstract Proxy

Do you have a good idea of what Mariel looks like?

Any SWADE players around here?

I've never played SWADE before, but I wouldn't mind giving it a go.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Brutrumukk

"I think you're really making this out to be a bigger problem than it actually i-"

A tiny hand seized Jub's collar and yanked the goblin down the rest of the way to where Brutrumukk lay. "Listen 'ere you little shit." Brutrumukk growled in goblin into Jub's ear. "Fer all seventeen years o' my life, I 'ave felt the brother gods were never too far away. Even if they weren't on the same plane as me. I felt Hruggek makin' me big an' strong. An' I felt Grankhul makin' me sneaky an' cunnin' and more than just a short fuzzy ogre... But now?"

The look on Brutrumukk's face and the tone of his voice slowly but surely began to turn from angry to worried at this point. "I can't feel 'em any more." He said. "They're gone from my life an' their gifts left with 'em. I'm so small now. An' I can barely even shoulder this backpack, let alone swing a weapon as 'ard as I did before. I can't remember 'ow to be sneaky. An' of all the things that've slipped into me mind in its place, about three o' those things ain't completely useless. All that's left now from before I became this... thing is the fear that comes from Skiggaret bein' 'round when somethin' could kill me."

The bugbear's gnome's mood shifted from worry to dread then. "An' if somethin' does kill me... what's gonna 'appen now?" Brutrumukk asked uncertainly. "Will I still go to Acheron? Will I still get to fight in the Eternal War with me old gang at me side again? Or is that not an option no more? Am I gonna 'ave to go wherever gnomes go when they die? Is my soul gonna be in the 'ands o' Garl Glittergold an' whatever other false-things the gnomes think are gods?"

Brutrumukk released Jub then and curled into himself, clutching at his head as a myriad of negative emotions warred for prominence on his face. "What's gonna 'appen to me?" Brutrumukk asked as he was finally forced to fully confront his predicament. "What's gonna 'appen to me?"

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

I still think that was a really cool twist.

@XxFellsingxX

I concur.