GLOG Class: CHOSEN OF THE BLACK SUN
Content warning: Cruelty, self-hatred, blood, gore, cosmic horror
CHOSEN OF THE BLACK SUN:
They hurt you. They took everything from you. Then they left you for death. When you were on the verge of oblivion, you recieved a proposition. As THE BLACK SUN rose over your soul, its caustic light offered you a chance at revenge. A chance at power to earn your RETRIBUTION. You woke up with your wounds still bleeding in the snow. They will never stop bleeding.
- Notes: GM, seriously consider if you want to let your player choose this class. Also, one may not multiclass into, or out of, this class.
- Starting equipment: The spear that has pierced your lungs with spikes made out of your bones now growing out of it(-3 to-hit, but when you crit someone they must save vs evisecration), horrible scars (2 slots, may not be removed, +1 AC), 7 people who have killed you; you're going to get your revenge.
- Starting Skill: Torture
- A: HATRED, DYING BUT NEVER DEAD
- B: RED SECRETS
- C: EVEN FLOWERS OF SUMMER MUST AFTERWARD BE POISON TO ME
- D: UNMAKE
- Δ: FORGIVENESS DENIED, TRAITOR, THE END
HATRED:
I hate those who have hurt me, their combat boots stomping on my face as they laughed. I hate the person they have made me into. I hate you "Good People", you who have done nothing to stop them. I hate the light that doesn't let me die in peace, and I hate myself again for choosing it. I hate the writer of this work, for creating something as awful as me just for your own entertainment!
You are a revenant, animated by hatred. You are immune to anything that would affect only the living, even if you feel every second of the pain you would normally feel. Anyone talking to you may tell that you are not fully human, feeling either fear or fascination. You gain a new stat named HATRED: it starts at 7, with you gaining a point each time you are reminded of how rotten this world is (up to 18). It may also be used as a stat on any tests related to violence, dealing 1d10+[HTR MODIFIER] regardless of the method used - it lets you use any weapon, even your voice, to hurt others at a range of [templates]*10 m, as spikes of frozen gore and burning light pierce them.
When you unleash your hatred, you may spend any amount of HATRED (down to 3). For each point spent this way, make 2 attacks against a randomly chosen being you can see. You can reroll the target by recieving 1d6 slashing damage, as you you redirect the black lightning rays bursting forth from your body. For each ally killed this way recieve 3 HATRED - look what your enemies made you do.
DYING BUT NEVER DEAD:
Your death prolonged to an eternity, your agony lets you keep on living so that it may continue.
You may not die. You may lose HP, you may roll on the Death and Dismemberment table, but ignore anything saying that you lose consciousness or die. If you have been maimed by someone, you may regain the functionality of the destroyed limbs by killing them. Nothing will remove the pain, however, as vantablack torns build the new limb, piercing your old flesh. If it was not a specific person who maimed you, you may maim seven others who deserve it in your place. Everyone deserves it.
RED SECRETS:
Everyone is evil. Some are evil by their actions, others by their inaction. You can taste the sins of both, judging them by the rotten taste of their blood.
All blood tastes bitter and burning to you. By tasting even a drop of someone's blood you can know each and every of their sins; after doing so roll above your HATRED, or immediately attack them (if they are nearby). If you have tasted someone's blood, you can always tell what way you need to take to find them.
EVEN FLOWERS OF SUMMER MUST AFTERWARD BE POISON TO ME:
The HATRED spills over from your soul, the wounds dealt to you by it only revealing the sick light of THE BLACK SUN. You are becoming a wound yourself, your existence an ABOMINATION.
Even your presence is dangerous now, killing everything around you. Where you walk, the grass rots and birds fall from the sky. Every being that interacts with you in any way takes 1 poison damage - this includes mentioning you, looking directly at you, or attacking you (this effect triggers once per round max). There is no range limit to this - a person could well die by talking about you in a far away place.
UNMAKE:
Focus your hatred into a single point, onto a single person. Nothing remains. Utterly nothing.
Once per week you may spend 2 points of HATRED to ANIHILATE a creature. Only divine beings (even just slightly) get a save to resist it.
Δ: FORGIVENESS DENIED:
Kill every person who has killed you. Preferrably in a gruesome manner.
You still feel empty, even after your purpose is fulfilled. This is because it was not. Everyone is guilty, everyone has those they have hurt so they could get ahead. You need to judge them all.
Your spear loses its penalty to-hit, its crit range expanded by 1. Each time someone is evisecrated by it, unleash HATRED for free (with 2 attacks). Do it regardless of if you want it, with the power of the weapon you have unleashed it with. It could go on forever.
Δ: TRAITOR:
Forgive.
Set your HATRED to 0. You die.
Δ: THE END:
Stab your spear into the heart of one of the evil beings who have created this universe, be they Gods, Ancient Masters, or Players.
You both die, becoming a wound through which THE BLACK SUN may shine onto the world, focusing its judgement into a nova that clenses all corruption from it. There are no survivors. End the campaign. Burn the character sheets, and the worldbuilding notes. None of the people at the table may use them again.
Post Scriptum
Fuck you. Fuck you all.
All of the hatred in my soul, the hatred towards the people who voted in elections across the world and the people who do not do enough to stop their evil (including myself) has coagulated into a tumour in my soul. This is excising it, so that its poison will not kill me. Now, I am putting it up on display, so that others may gawk at it for their bemusement.
THE BLACK SUN still rises. I hate myself. I hate them. I hate you.
Post Post Scriptum
Why did I make it? WHY DID I MAKE IT?
It's an intrusive thought in my brain. "Everyone is evil, including me." After all, how could someone let all the evil in the world happen and remain good, while not sacrificing every last moment of their time, every last bit of their strength, every last dollar from their pocket, just to save as many as possible. Then, this thought leads to another thought "Because they are evil, I should punish them. I should end them all, just so the suffering stops." It is not something I have ever acted on, nor do I plan on acting on it. It's just an intrusive thought, after all. Even so, it remains.
Why would anyone play that? Only a person who wants to hurt. Why would anyone associate with such a character? Out of fear or greed or because they used to be their friend, before being inhabited by THE BLACK SUN. I am unsure if it is playable in the current form. If you actually want to play it, feel free to modify it.
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We will return to our scheduled programming after I get better mentally. This class was written in one sitting, in 2 hours. This is a first draft, I do not think I want to return to it.
I HOPE that you're okay. Mankind, I love you.