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Post by 1F409 on Nov 20, 2021 16:16:22 GMT -5
Devil from the Outer Dark“Oh, they’re nothing uncommon. They lurk as thick as fleas outside the belt of light which surrounds this world. I’ve heard the wise men of Zamora talk of them. Some find their way to Earth, but when they do, they have to take on earthly form and flesh of some sort. A man like myself, with a sword, is a match for any amount of fangs and talons, infernal or terrestrial.”— Conan, in The Vale of Lost Women Descriptive text goes here. Secondary Characteristics SM +1 Traits Appearance (Horrific) Its wings were bat-like; but its body and the dim face that gazed down upon her were like nothing of sea or earth or air; she knew she looked upon ultimate horror, upon black cosmic foulness born in night-black gulfs beyond the reach of a madman’s wildest dreams. Blunt Claws The great black wings rose and fell. Livia, dumb with horror, saw the Cimmerian enveloped in the black shadow that hung over him. The man’s breath came pantingly; his feet stamped the beaten earth, crushing the white blossoms into the dirt. The rending impact of his blows echoed through the night. He was hurled back and forth like a rat in the grip of a hound; blood splashed thickly on the sward, mingling with the white petals that lay strewn like a carpet. Vespertilian First, high above her, she saw a black dot among the stars, which grew and expanded; it neared her; it swelled to a bat; and still it grew, though its shape did not alter further to any great extent. It hovered over her in the stars, dropping plummet-like earthward, its great wings spread over her; she lay in its tenebrous shadow. Source: GURPS Template Toolkit 2: RacesSkills Flight - 9 (DX−1)
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Post by 1F409 on Nov 20, 2021 16:31:25 GMT -5
Frost-GiantHe did not wonder at the strangeness of it all, not even when two gigantic figures rose up to bar his way. The scales of their mail were white with hoar-frost; their helmets and their axes were covered with ice. Snow sprinkled their locks; in their beards were spikes of icicles; their eyes were cold as the lights that streamed above them.— The Frost-Giant’s Daughter These giants are children of Ymir, deity of the Nordheimr. In most respects they resemble men, except that their bodies are as cold as the snow that conceals them from foolish trespassers. Attribute Modifiers ST 14 As per Guard, from GURPS Dungeon Fantasy 15: Henchmen. DX 11 As per Guard. IQ 10 HT 12 As per Guard.Secondary Characteristic Modifiers Move +1 SM +1 (1 hex) Height estimated as being half-way to SM +1: a base of 6 foot (5¾ foot, plus one standard deviation for northern barbarians), scaled up by ten to the one-twelfth power. A more fantastic version might reach a full SM greater than the typical northern barbarian, or 8¾ foot. 340 lbs. Traits Damage Resistance 1 (Tough Skin) Low Empathy …their eyes were cold as the lights that streamed above them. Alternatively, Callous and/or Sadism, or this might have been merely a bad reaction to seeing a trespasser chasing their sister! Penetrating Voice …with roars like the grinding of ice-bergs on a frozen shore… Maybe, maybe not; the passage describes quality, but not necessarily quantity. Thermal Comfort Zone (−5 to 50℉) Unaging Presumed similar to Atali.Skills Brawling - 11 (DX+0) Two-Handed Axe/Mace - 13 (DX+2) Wrestling - 10 (DX−1)
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Post by 1F409 on Nov 20, 2021 22:49:29 GMT -5
The Dragon-god of XuchotlThrough the thicket was thrust a head of nightmare and lunacy. Grinning jaws bared rows of dripping yellow tusks; above the yawning mouth wrinkled a saurian-like snout. Huge eyes, like those of a python a thousand times magnified, stared unwinkingly at the petrified humans clinging to the rock above it. Blood smeared the scaly, flabby lips and dripped from the huge mouth. The head, bigger than that of a crocodile, was further extended on a long scaled neck on which stood up rows of serrated spikes, and after it, crushing down the briars and saplings, waddled the body of a titan, a gigantic, barrel-bellied torso on absurdly short legs. The whitish belly almost raked the ground, while the serrated back-bone rose higher than Conan could have reached on tiptoe. A long spiked tail, like that of a gargantuan scorpion, trailed out behind.— Red Nails This gigantic predator has been resurrected from another age. Its tough hide makes it nearly invulnerable, save against others of its kind (of which it is likely the last). It is easily capable of making a meal of horses and men alike, and will lay patient siege to those taking shelter. Attributes ST 33 DX 12 IQ 3 HT 12 Secondary Characteristics Dmg 6d+1 / 8 d−1 BL 2 tons HP 46 Will 3 Per 12 FP 12 Speed 6.00 Move 6 Dodge 9 10 yards long 6 tons “We encountered a bench-legged monstrosity about the size of a mastodon…” SM +4 …the serrated back-bone rose higher than Conan could have reached on tiptoe. “It must be as big as an elephant…” As he reared, the beast seemed more gigantic than ever; his snouted head towered among the trees. To reach the canopy (“some fifty feet”) required approximately SM +5, which could have been achieved with a SM +4 body and a bonus from Long Neck. 28 hexes 7 long, 4 wide; informed by “Combat Writ Large”, from Pyramid #3/77: Combat.Traits Born Biter 2 Damage Resistance 10 (Flexible) “They slay each other, but no man ever killed a dragon! The thousand fighting-men of our ancestors who fought their way to Xuchotl could not prevail against them! Their swords broke like twigs against their scales!” Discriminatory Smell “I don’t think he can follow a trail,” muttered Conan. “But if a wind blew our body-scent to him, he could smell us out.” Enhanced Move 1 (Ground) …and behind them the crashing gave way to a rolling thunder as the monster broke out of the thickets and into the more open ground. Fangs …rows of dripping yellow tusks… Impaling Striker (spiked tail; Cannot Parry; Clumsy 1; Limited Arc; Long, +1 SM; Weak, −3 ST) “He’d gobble you up at one gulp, or smash you like an egg with that spiked tail of his.” Long Neck …a long scaled neck on which stood up rows of serrated spikes… Source: forums.sjgames.com/showthread.php?t=85198 Patience of Job “That fellow must have climbed up here to escape him, or one like him. He must have died of starvation. There are no bones broken. That thing must be a dragon, such as the black people speak of in their legends. If so, it won’t leave here until we’re both dead.” Penetrating Voice Instantly a horrible roar shook the woods. Quadruped “I don’t think he can climb, but he can stand on his hind-legs and reach us—” Restricted Diet (carnivore) Scales Short Legs …a gigantic, barrel-bellied torso on absurdly short legs. The whitish belly almost raked the ground… Short Spines …a long scaled neck on which stood up rows of serrated spikes… …the serrated back-bone rose higher than Conan could have reached on tiptoe. Wild Animal Skills Brawling - 12 (DX+0) [1] Tracking - 15 (Per+3) [1] Includes bonus from Discriminatory Smell.
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Post by 1F409 on Nov 21, 2021 12:30:53 GMT -5
Child of Darkness__ points “Was it a mortal’s sword that felled you in your tent before the fight? Nay, it was a child of the dark, a waif of outer space, whose fingers were afire with the frozen coldness of the black gulfs, which froze the blood in your veins and the marrow of your thews. Coldness so cold it burned your flesh like white-hot iron!”— Xaltotun, in The Hour of the Dragon Descriptive text goes here.
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Post by 1F409 on Nov 22, 2021 20:16:12 GMT -5
Arpello, prince of PelliaThe prince of Pellia was a broad-built man of medium height, with a dark stern face. He was an intriguer, but he was also a fighter. Under his silken jupon with its gilt-braided skirts and jagged sleeves, glimmered burnished steel. His long black hair was curled and scented, and bound back with a cloth-of-silver band, but at his hip hung a broadsword the jeweled hilt of which was worn with battles and campaigns.— The Scarlet Citadel Descriptive text goes here.
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Post by 1F409 on Nov 22, 2021 20:19:07 GMT -5
The Black RingIn Stygia, that ancient and evil kingdom that lay far to the south, he had seen such black dust before. It was the pollen of the black lotus, which creates death-like sleep and monstrous dreams; and he knew that only the grisly wizards of the Black Ring, which is the nadir of evil, voluntarily seek the scarlet nightmares of the black lotus, to revive their necromantic powers. The Black Ring was a fable and a lie to most folk of the western world, but Conan knew of its ghastly reality, and its grim votaries who practise their abominable sorceries amid the black vaults of Stygia and the nighted domes of accursed Sabatea.— The Hour of the Dragon Descriptive text goes here.
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Post by 1F409 on Nov 22, 2021 20:22:45 GMT -5
ChicmecThe man in no way resembled the figures depicted on the friezes. He was slightly above middle height, very dark, though not negroid. He was naked but for a scanty silk clout that only partly covered his muscular hips, and a leather girdle, a hand’s breadth broad, about his lean waist. His long black hair hung in lank strands about his shoulders, giving him a wild appearance. He was gaunt, but knots and cords of muscles stood out on his arms and legs, without that fleshy padding that presents a pleasing symmetry of contour. He was built with an economy that was almost repellent.— Red Nails Shortly after his introduction, Chicmec met his doom via the Burning Skull.
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Post by 1F409 on Nov 22, 2021 21:03:38 GMT -5
Child of SetConan stared in wonder at the cold classic beauty of that countenance, whose like he had never seen among the sons of men. Neither weakness nor mercy nor cruelty nor kindness, nor any other human emotion was in those features. They might have been the marble mask of a god, carved by a master hand, except for the unmistakable life in them—life cold and strange, such as the Cimmerian had never known and could not understand. He thought fleetingly of the marble perfection of the body which the screen concealed—it must be perfect, he thought, since the face was so inhumanly beautiful. But he could see only the god-like face, the finely molded head which swayed curiously from side to side.—The God in the Bowl Descriptive text goes here. Attributes ST 8 DX 12 IQ ? HT 11 Secondary Characteristics Dmg 1d−4 / 1d−2 BL 13 lbs. HP 7 Will ? Per 11 FP 11 Speed 5.75 Move 5 Dodge 8 7 yards long (or 2 upright) 40 lbs. SM −1 “A black cable, thicker than a man’s arm, and curiously splotched.” With lengths in excess of 5m and a body diameter of over 12cm, it [the king cobra] is the longest venomous species of snake. (Australian Reptile Park) King cobras can reach 18 feet in length, making them the longest of all venomous snakes. When confronted, they can raise up to one-third of their bodies straight off the ground and still move forward to attack. (National Geographic) SM +3 for length, adjusted by −4 for slender form. 7 hexes (or 4 upright) Traits Cold Blooded (65℉) Constriction Attack Dormancy Cycle (Seasonal, untold years in length; Unconscious) “The gods of old times did not die, as men died—they fell into long sleeps and their worshippers locked them in sarcophagi so that no alien hand might break their slumbers.” Source: forums.sjgames.com/showthread.php?t=140906 Indomitable Neither weakness nor mercy nor cruelty nor kindness, nor any other human emotion… Low Empathy Neither weakness nor mercy nor cruelty nor kindness, nor any other human emotion… Scales Serpentoid Source: GURPS Template Toolkit 2: Races Telesend (Accessibility, must be able to speak; Universal) Transcendent (Impressive) …the face was so inhumanly beautiful. Unaging Unfazeable Neither weakness nor mercy nor cruelty nor kindness, nor any other human emotion…Skills Hypnotism - ? (IQ−2) Wrestling - 11 (DX−1)
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Post by 1F409 on Nov 22, 2021 21:10:31 GMT -5
The Curse of the Iron StatuesThen from the stranger’s chiseled lips rang a terrible invocation and command: “Yagkoolan yok tha, xuthalla!” At the blast of that awful cry, the black figures stiffened and froze. Over their limbs crept a curious rigidity, an unnatural petrification. The stranger touched the limp body of the youth, and the chains fell away from it. He lifted the corpse in his arms; then ere he turned away, his tranquil gaze swept again over the silent rows of ebony figures, and he pointed to the moon, which gleamed in through the casements. And they understood, those tense, waiting statues that had been men….— Iron Shadows in the Moon Descriptive text goes here.
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Post by 1F409 on Nov 22, 2021 21:20:43 GMT -5
Dion, baron of AttalusQuotation goes here.— The Phoenix on the Sword Descriptive text goes here. Advantages Filthy Rich “Dion’s great wealth made that possible.” Status 5 (baron) Disadvantages Fat Dion is referred to variously as “fat”, “pudgy”, and “flabby”. Fearfulness 1 “I have work for you. I do not trust Dion. I bade him ride to his country estate and remain there until the work tonight is done. The fat fool could never conceal his nervousness before the king today. Ride after him, and if you do not overtake him on the road, proceed to his estate and remain with him until we send for him. Don’t let him out of your sight. He is mazed with fear, and might bolt—might even rush to Conan in a panic, and reveal the whole plot, hoping thus to save his own hide. Go!” Lifting a secret lid in the marble seat, he fumbled for a moment among a heap of gewgaws of various kinds—barbaric charms, bits of bones, pieces of tawdry jewelry—luck-pieces and conjures which the man’s superstitious nature had prompted him to collect. A fool to the end, he died in mad terror, not knowing why. Selfish “And Dion thinks that crown will be given to him?” // “Yes. The fat fool claims it by reason of a trace of royal blood. Conan makes a bad mistake in letting men live who still boast descent from the old dynasty, from which he tore the crown of Aquilonia.” What he did not reckon on was the fact that Dion saw him, not as a human being with a brain and a wit, but simply a slave, and as such, a creature beneath notice. Thoth had underestimated the man’s utter egoism. Dion had not even been listening to the slave’s words, so completely engrossed was he in his own thoughts, but the final word stirred a ripple in his self-centeredness.
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Post by 1F409 on Nov 22, 2021 21:29:14 GMT -5
Ghost SnakeHe saw and knew the ancient and evil serpent which swayed there, its wedge-shaped head, huge as that of a horse, as high as a tall man’s head, and its palely gleaming barrel rippling out behind it. A forked tongue darted in and out, and the firelight glittered on bared fangs. Balthus became incapable of emotion. The horror of his fate paralyzed him. That was the reptile that the ancients called Ghost Snake, the pale, abominable terror that of old glided into huts by night to devour whole families. Like the python it crushed its victim, but unlike other constrictors its fangs bore venom that carried madness and death. It too had long been considered extinct. But Valannus had spoken truly. No white man knew what shapes haunted the great forests beyond Black River. It came on silently, rippling over the ground, its hideous head on the same level, its neck curving back slightly for the stroke.— Beyond the Black River As per both Python and Rattlesnake, from GURPS Basic Set, but larger: ST 28; HP 32; SM +3 (20 hexes); 2 tons.*† For a truly humongous specimen, see Satha. * He saw and knew the ancient and evil serpent which swayed there, its wedge-shaped head, huge as that of a horse, as high as a tall man’s head, and its palely gleaming barrel rippling out behind it.† That was the reptile that the ancients called Ghost Snake, the pale, abominable terror that of old glided into huts by night to devour whole families. Like the python it crushed its victim, but unlike other constrictors its fangs bore venom that carried madness and death.
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Post by 1F409 on Nov 22, 2021 21:33:37 GMT -5
GhoulHalf-forgotten memories surged back, of grisly tales whispered of the shapes that haunted these uninhabited forests at the foot of the hills that mark the Zingaran–Argossean border. Ghouls, men called them, eaters of human flesh, spawn of darkness, children of unholy matings of a lost and forgotten race with the demons of the underworld. Somewhere in these primitive forests were the ruins of an ancient, accursed city, men whispered, and among its tombs slunk gray, anthropomorphic shadows…— The Hour of the Dragon As per Ghoul, from GURPS Horror, but with the addition of Born Biter.* * Conan threw up his right arm, and the dog-like jaws closed on it, driving the mail links into the hard flesh. The source material makes no mention of their intelligence, though Wild Animal might be appropriate.
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Post by 1F409 on Nov 22, 2021 21:40:01 GMT -5
GilzanHe clapped his hands, and Octavia paled. This time it was not the Kushite who entered, but a Shemite, a heavily muscled man of medium height with a short, curled, blue-black beard. “Here is work for you, Gilzan,” said Jehungir. “Take this fool, and play with her awhile. Yet be careful not to spoil her beauty.”— The Devil in Iron Descriptive text goes here. Disadvantages Sadism Skills Interrogation - ? (IQ+?) Intimidation - ? (Will+?)
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Post by 1F409 on Nov 22, 2021 21:44:45 GMT -5
GitaraThe girl threw her supple arms about his neck. She was panting hard, but not only from exertion. Her eyes blazed like black jewels in the starlight. Her upturned face was close to Khemsa’s, but though he submitted to her embrace, he did not return it.— The People of the Black Circle Descriptive text goes here. Skills Running - ? (HT+?) She ran straight for the city, her garments tucked high. She did not follow the open road, but cut straight through fields and over slopes, avoiding fences and leaping irrigation ditches as surely as if it were broad daylight, and as easily as if she were a trained masculine runner.
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Post by 1F409 on Nov 22, 2021 21:54:07 GMT -5
Gray ApeIt was a gray ape, one of the grisly man-eaters from the forests that wave on the mountainous eastern shores of the Sea of Vilayet. Half mythical and altogether horrible, these apes were the goblins of Hyborian legendry, and were in reality ogres of the natural world, cannibals and murderers of the nighted forests.— The Hour of the Dragon As per Gorilla, from GURPS Basic Set, but with the addition of +1 ST, Born Biter 1, Discriminatory Smell, Fangs, Mute, and Social Stigma (Monster).* * If the beast had lived a second longer, it would surely have dismembered him. But the Cimmerian’s mighty strength had resisted, for the fleeting instant it had endured, the dying convulsion of the ape that would have torn a lesser man limb from limb. ST 16 with Arm ST 3, using All-Out Attack (Strong), would average 12.5 damage, enough to cause dismemberment to a typical man. Now the thing was emerging from the cell and was again advancing up the corridor, its misshapen head close to the ground. It paid no more heed to the locked doors. It was smelling out his trail. …its great yellow tusks gleamed in the shadows… Creatures of night and the silence, the gray apes of Vilayet were voiceless.
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