“Books, grimoires, fetishes… objects of lore, and power.
I sense them all, I know their power.
I must have it for my own.”
The arcane archivist is an alternative magic user class for DCC. I wrote it up based on popular demand, as my players have recently realised the value of utility wizards, Detect magic, Read magic and Comprehend languages.
The alternate mechanics are partially based on my own old home system, where arcane casting was largely tied to the power of a wizard’s spell book.
As usual, rules are below in the PDF. Enjoy!
DCC Class – Arcane Archivist
Illustrations by the absolutely magical Joni Kesti.
It was just a jumble of tubes and screws and metal plates. But the group decided to fuel it with the blood of their dead and take it with them. And thus, I had to write the following rules for the rickety race of tinmen. They are a weird bunch but should provide some tank-y power in combat and some useful utility skills for the group.
The race of tinmen: DCC_Tinmen_VIR
Character sheet for tinmen: DCC_TinmanSheet_AMP
I recently contributed my take on a DCC bard class to the Sanctum Secorum Companion zine. I’m pretty happy with it, so go take a look and a listen through the links!
Sanctum Secorum episode #35: Hundra – listen to the episode here.
Sanctum Secorum episode #35 companion on DriveThruRPG – download zine here.
“Lookit that skinny little git! All gaunt and spindly, an’ she smells like the grave! She’s a queer one to be sure!
…to be ‘onest I’d kick ‘er outta the inn if it were up to me. But the missus insisted we let ‘er stay, on account of ‘er paying up front with these weird old coins. Pure silver, says the missus, an’ ‘er teef are never wrong about these things.” Continue reading “Halfling Graverobber”
“Wizzards, them’s a queer bunch! But none so weird as them that dally with the dead!
Robbers, sneaks, we get all sorts at th’ graveyard. A strange lookin’ fella came round last fall, snoopin’ around the older crypts. I’ll tell ya, we were none too surprised when we found ‘im diggin up the dead one night! Looked like ‘e had a bunch a walkin’ corpses helpin’ ‘im too!
Of course, bein’ the smart gaffers we are, we scarpered into the night right quick. They’re not paying us enough to go toe to toe with no wizzards, no sirree! Live and let die, thas what me old uncle always used ta say!” Continue reading “The Necromancer”
“Man is the favourite child of the gods: fickle, easily enticed and subjugated. Thus the great temples and churches of this age are built on the blood, sweat and faith of human worshipers.
This being so, the gods sometimes call forth the souls of other races as well. Among the dwarves these believers are known as runepriests, for their clothing, armour and weaponry are always inscribed with the runic scriptures of their faith.
Often shunned by their more pragmatic brethren, these fanatical devotees to the gods are always exceptional, and often integral tools in the great struggle between law and chaos.”
Continue reading “The Dwarven Runepriest”
“The figure before you is covered in singed furs and bones. Bare muscles twitch below the weather beaten drapery of practicality and ‘necessity’. A wolf’s head covers their face, with the grimacing fangs shadowing the obviously scarred face.
‘Ale. Now.’ ,the apparition demands in a grim tone.
‘Please?’, they add with a sudden glint of civility.
‘I can sing you a song, if that’s what it takes. I just really need that drink, after fighting those dire wolves, naked and barehanded…’, “ Continue reading “The Barbarian, from the North”