Classes

Heroes of the Hyborian Age live lives of danger, excitement and adventure. Each chooses their path through life and the means by which they will seize fame, wealth or power. A character’s class is their vocation; it determines their strengths, their training and more. Along with race/ethnicity it determines, in game terms, who a character is.

The Assassin

assassin.gifThere are killers-of-men, and then there is you. Trained in the arts of stealth and death, you don’t need to be able to stand up in a fair fight, because you make damned sure the fight isn’t fair. Murder isn’t a thrill, like it is for some of those who take up spell or blade, it’s an occupation, and you are a consummate professional, always looking for the next contract.

Some might say you are soulless, but that’s up to the gods. All you know is that when your time is up, Death is going to throw you a party.

The Barbarian

barbarian.gif“Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson, and I am content. Let teachers and priests and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.”

“Give me a clean sword and a clean foe to flesh it in. Damnation! What would I not give for a flagon of wine!”

The Bard

bard.gifThe poems say an adventurer’s life is all open roads and the glory of coin and combat. The tales told in every farmhand-filled inn have to have some ring of truth to them, don’t they? The songs to inspire peasantry and royals alike—to soothe the savage beast or drive men to a frenzy—have to come from somewhere.

Enter the bard. You, with your smooth tongue and quick wit. You teller-of-tales and singer-of-songs. It takes a mere minstrel to retell a thing but a true bard to live it. Strap on your boots, noble orator. Sharpen that hidden dagger and take up the call. Someone’s got to be there, fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with the barbarians and the thieves and the soon-to-be-heroes.

Who better than you to write the tale of your own heroism?

The Battlemaster

Your spear throw connects but it only enrages the grotesque thing-from-beyond as its tentacles rip your shield away. It pulls you in close and the beast’s great maw finally opens. You shout, “NOW!” as you throw the oil flask straight down its bellowing gullet. The hidden archer is revealed and lets loose an arrow of flame. The explosion tears the creature apart. You land on your back smiling, as entrails drop nearby. Well. Done.

“I love it when a plan comes together.”

The Beguiler

beguiler.gifBefore he schooled you in the secret weapons of the secret agent trade—mesmerism and illusions—the master made sure you understood that which set you apart from a simple swindler:

“In itself the practice of deception is not particularly exacting. It is a facility most of us can acquire. But while a confidence trickster, a play actor or a gambler can return from his performance to the ranks of his admirers, the secret agent enjoys no such relief.
“You will earn a fortune. But never freedom. You will enjoy luxuries. But you will live without sympathy. You get a facile simulation of something owed all others. Your life… is forfeit, there is only the cover.”

“No problem,” you said, “used to it.” The master laughed.

“You could be the perfect spy,” he affirmed. “All you need is a cause…”

The Berserk

berserk.gifAye the old magic, my child, this is your heritage, as it has been in the blood of many mothers and fathers before you. Not the milksop sorcery of the mage and priest. Beasts of winter wind and snow-capped mountain; their strength puts stone in your thews and no chains can hold you. Their anger puts rime on your flesh, so no blade will bite you. Their fury makes fire of your blood, so your enemies will melt before you. We are the Tribes of the Moon… beasts we once were, and beasts we become, to ravage, to cull the sickly and weak.

The battlefield is your altar to the wild, the moon and the earth. Starved are they for sacrifices owed, what was forsaken by man. Eat your fill, but slake their thirst. Meat for the beast, and blood for the blood gods!

The Brute

brute.gifYou can’t help that you are bigger and stronger than everyone else. You don’t even exercise. You were born—or molded; or stitched together—with the might of a god and a face that could’ve been smacked by one. You’ve heard the children’s fables of “gentle giants.” You wonder how those guys had the luxury. Every day is another fight. The brave and foolish love to pick ‘em, to prove how tough they are. The puny and cowardly mob together, thinking there’s strength in numbers. Sigh.

You’ve sat atop the mangled corpse pile that used to be your tormentors and thought, am I cursed? The coin is nice, you admit. Someone always needs a brute, but if they don’t, its not like anyone can stop you from taking what you want. A great brute once said, before pulverizing everyone and everything that got in his red, vengeance-fueled path, “Hell’s waking up every goddamn day and not knowing why you’re here. But I’m out now.

You’re out now, and you know exactly what you were put on this planet to do.
Knuckles crack.
Thews flex.
Who’s next!?

The Channeler

channeler.gifLet the wizards wield their spellbooks and grand wisdom. None of them have what throbs inside of you: a conduit to pure magic! Your body is the gateway, like a dam holding back an ocean of power. “Does it hurt?” They always ask. As if the scars you bear are not answer enough. You think you know the cost, but truly, how much can flesh weather?

You expect you’ll find out, one way or another.

A channeler can represent a type of unique sorcerous or supernatural creature, or perhaps someone whom possesses supernatural ancestry—demons, dark gods, serpent men and rakshasas have all been known to breed with humans in the Hyborian Age.

The Charlatan

charlatan.jpgMost of these rubes wouldn’t know a real wizard if one came along and turned them into a duck. So, I come through a town, put on a little show, make a few coins. Everybody wins. I leave with full pockets, and they get a story to tell for the rest of their lives about their brush with the mystic. As a matter of fact, I’d say they get the better end of this whole deal.

Now if you’ll excuse me, it seems the villagers want to present me with some honorary pitchforks.

The Cleric

cleric-derkato.jpgThe lands of are a gods-forsaken mess. They’re lousy with the walking dead, beasts of all sorts, and the vast unnatural spaces between safe and temple-blessed civilizations. It is a godless world out there. That’s why it needs you. Bringing the glory of your god to the heathens isn’t just in your nature—it’s your calling. It falls to you to proselytize with sword and mace and spell. To cleave deep into the witless heart of the wilds and plant the seed of divinity there.

Some say that it is best to keep god close to your heart. You know that’s rubbish. God lives at the edge of a blade. Show the world who is lord.

The Druid

druid.gifYou are of the sacred spaces; you are born of soil and wear the marks of her spirits on your skin. You may have had a life before, maybe you were a city dweller, but not now. You’ve given up that static shape. Listen to your allies pray to their carved stone gods and polish their silver shells. They speak of the glory they’ll find back in that festering town you left behind.

Their gods are children, their steel is false protection. You walk the old ways, the ways of Jhebbal Sag and the Beast Lords. You wear the pelts of the earth itself. You’ll take your share of the treasure, but will you ever walk as one of them? Only time will tell.

The Fighter

fighter.gifIt’s a thankless job—living day to day by your armor and the skill of your arm. To dive heedlessly into danger. You do this for the guts and the glory. The scream of battle and the hot, hot blood of it. You are a beast of iron. Your friends may carry blades of forged steel but, fighter, you are steel. While your traveling companions might moan about their wounds over a campfire in the wilderness, you bear your scars with pride.

You are the wall—let every danger smash itself to nothing on you. In the end, you’ll be the last one standing.

The Gladiator

gladiator.gif“He did not care anymore.
Life and death…
…the same.
Only that the crowd would
be there to greet him…
…with howls of lust and fury.
He began to realize
his sense of worth.
He mattered.
In time, his victories
could not easily be counted..”

The Hunter

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The Initiate

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The Mage

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The Marksman

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The Necromancer (Incarnist)

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The Necromancer (Mortician)

necromancer-mort.gifWell, here you are. Run out of another town. “Grave robber!” They wailed. “Maniac! Death caller!” Death… caller? Pah! Do they not see? You are the life bringer! That which was dead now RISES! The sages say death conquers all. Then who are you, if you have bested death? You will show them; and then what will they shout?

Nothing. For the dead do not speak.

The Ranger

ranger.gifGuide. Scout. Wolf of the wilds. You are these things and more. Your time in the wilderness may have been solitary until now, but the call of some greater thing—call it fate if you like—has cast your lot with your companions. Brave, they may be. Powerful and strong, too. You know the secrets of the spaces between, though. Without you, they’d be lost.

Blaze a trail through the blood and dark, strider.

The Prince(ss)

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The Prophet

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The Psion

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The Shaman (Totemist)

shaman_totemist.gifThe carving knife scrapes against bone, the tibia of a satyr not long dead. Your finger spreads the black-green paste, mashed root beetles, painting long whirling lines. You hold the finished totem up to the light, pride unhidden. Your companions watch through squinted eyes as you begin to whisper. The fire dims blue, and then comes the murmur.

The spirits are alive this night. And you call each by name.

The Shaman (Witch-Doctor)

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The Shaman (Animist)

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The Skirmisher

skirmisher.gifA blacksmith has their hammer, a painter their brush. With spear and shield, you are a craftsman, an artist like them, but your trade is war and your canvas is the battlefield. Other warriors will call you coward. They’ll shout at you to stand still as they attack with barbarous strength. But you are speed incarnate. Precision personified. You won’t stop moving until they fall to the ground bleeding from a dozen wounds.

And then you’ll stand above them. Unscathed.

The Slayer

slayer.gifDry throat, red eyes, your hands shake, your muscles ache. How long has it been? Food doesn’t help, even if you could keep it down. Sleep? You know it’s futile. No, what you need is… there! Movement in the trees! You leap, the beast roars, there’s blood and fur and something like pain. And then it’s over. You pluck back the blade of silver and your body shivers.

Euphoria. You laugh, you sigh. You are the Slayer.

The Sorcerer

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The Summoner

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The Templar

templar.gifYou must seek out the seeds of heresy and evil; you must show this vile world it can be made clean once more. Foul beasts and blasphemers shall be the kindling to your righteous fires. And if the cleansing flame grows so hot that you too must be consumed, then you will burn in contentment, knowing you leave the world closer to absolution.

The Thief

thief.gifYou’ve heard them, sitting around the campfire. Bragging about this battle or that. About how their gods are smiling on your merry band. You count your coins and smile to yourself—this is the thrill above all. You alone know the riddle of steel—it costs money.

Sure, they give you lip for all the times you’ve snuck off alone but without you, who among them wouldn’t have been dissected by a flying guillotine or poisoned straight to death by some ancient needle trap? So, let them complain. When you’re done with all this delving you’ll toast their graves. From your castle. Full of gold. You rogue.

The Vampire

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The Voidtouched

voidtouched.gifYou once were like them, optimistic and blind. You were oblivious to the truth that lurked in the stars. Whether it was ambition, greed, or sheer luck, you somehow made contact with an incredible being from far beyond our ken. You were touched by it and filled with immense power. . .a power that threatens to drown the world in madness.

The Warlock

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The Witch

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The Wizard

corrupt_mage2.gifThe Earth has rules. Not the laws of men or the rule of some petty tyrant. Bigger, better rules. You drop something—it falls. You can’t make something out of nothing. The dead stay dead.

You’ve spent so very long poring over those tomes of yours. The experiments that nearly drove you mad and all the botched summonings that endangered your very soul. For what? For power. To shrug off those rules the world holds so dear. Let them cast their sidelong glances. Let them call you “witch” or “diabolist.” Some might call themselves magicians, ha! Who among them can expand their repertoire , make sense of the ancient’s lore, and master eldritch sorceries once lost? Yeah. We didn’t think so.

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