More Pathfinder oriented stats for Skinwalkers . Also including a Fate Core addendum too, I think. Skinwalkers Same as core Skinwalkers, except where changed below: Change Shape: Remains the same, except that the skinwalker can choose two animalistic features, not just one. Speak With Animals: This ability remains the same, except it is at will instead of once per day. Moon-Touched: Skinwalkers gain DR 5/silver. Skinwalkers retain access to all their variant heritages as options, I think they keep in flavor with the Skinwalkers of Crux. Skinwalker Favored Classes Brawler: Add 1/4 to the brawler's effective level to determine her unarmed strike damage. Cleric: Any celestial or fiendish animal you summon with a Summon Monster spell gain +1/2 to their Strength and Constitution scores. Druid Add +1/3 to the druid's natural armor bonus when using wild shape. Gunslinger: +1/3 bonus on Initiative checks as long as you have at least 1 Gri...
#InTransitMonsters is a #firstdraft #novel about Technology as Messiah. Humanity is about to fall, and is forced to create monsters to save itself. Can these giant monsters succeed, or will humanity's old ambitions damn the species to extinction? Previous | Start | Next | Index Charlie (H +4 Days) I gritted my teeth in frustration. My Oneiros wasn't lying to me. No signal from Earth. The dreamspace constructs I'd created kept a constant contact with it. They had nothing to report. Nothing . The frustration came from them not giving me any updates. They lacked the need for complex linguistics, but I knew they felt like they'd failed me. I didn't want them to feel that way. It's alright. I know it isn't your fault. I told my Oneiros, hoping their heuristics would understand. It sounded strange, but over the last few days I'd become certain it could respond to me. Act to my...
REDSTAR Marie found the girl in the ruins of a wagon. She had expected a demon on this hunt. Not this. She and her mule had crested the prairie hill. Marie had smelled the smoke. Her hand rested on her satchel. "I'm not using you yet." The item inside the satchel seemed to ache at her. Irritated she ignored those whispers. She guided the mule down the hill toward the smoking wagon. It must've been on fire earlier in the day. Marie didn't hurry. Her hunt for demons had taught her to be careful. She didn't hurry. Her mother's people knew to keep an eye on the shadows, to not give demons the chance sneak up upon her with them. Her father's ways, though, knew the names of the White Demons and how to turn their cunning against them. Something had struck the wagon down. The wood had been shattered in places. Marie could see marks where something had charged into the wagon, breaking the wheels. Cha...
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