With her wooden sword and row boat, she terrorized the merchant fleets that sailed the Great Lakes.

She always took the merchant’s best toys and candy.

With each raid, the merchants became more and more fearful. Eventually, they stopped sailing altogether. They waited out at the docks, watching as Emilee rowed back and forth – daring them to come closer.

One day, Emilee was rowing her boat about the bay watching the distant merchant fleet. Suddenly, a goose landed right on the bow of her boat! It was a huge goose with wings that cast a shadow over the entire boat.

Emilee looked at the goose in amazement. Never had such a large bird been in her little boat.

Emilee went to shoo the bird away.

As she got close, the goose stretched out its long neck and bit her arm with is strong beak!

Emilee looked at her arm. Already a red mark was forming where the goose pecked her.

Angry, Emilee turned to the bird and hit hard on the beak.

‘That’s for biting me!’ she cried.

Instead of flying away, the goose looked angry. It lifted a wing and hit Emilee on the head, knocking off her pirate hat.

Emilee was mad. She and the goose fought all over her little boat. They bit, and punched, and kicked, and pushed.

The fight rage on and on.

Tired, Emilee and the goose sank down on opposite sides of the boat. Both were sore and exhausted. Emilee was bruised and the goose was missing feathers.

Suddenly Emilee noticed that the merchant ships were no longer at the docks. While she was fighting the goose, the merchants had hurriedly sailed past her into open waters.

They were escaping and Emilee’s little boat would be too slow to catch them.

It was the goose’s fault. The goose must work for the merchants!

Emilee started at the bird, anger clear on her face.

Scared, the goose sprung into the air to fly away.

Emilee caught the goose by it’s feet and quickly tied a rope from the boat to it’s feet.

Trapped, the goose still tried to fly away. It flapped its mighty wings harder and harder.

Soon, the large goose was pulling the tiny row boat across the waves.

Emilee pulled hard on the rope, steering the goose like a kite. Her little boat headed out across the water to the merchant fleet.

They would not escape the pirate princess Emilee!

Appearance: Haley is a 21 year old, white female with shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes. She is 5’5″. Her costume consists of a combination of workout clothes and mail-order armor. Her armor includes a bulletproof vest, shin and forearm guards, elbow and knee pads, & a pair of steel-toed work boots. Her one customized addition is a tinted-visored, close-fitting hockey helmet that she has covered in a thin layer of stone.

Known Talent Abilities: Cascade has the ability to create and control viscous pseudopods of stone and earth. She is able to use this power in a variety of manners.

Cascade can cause stone to rise up and bind a person in place or strike them.

Stone pillars also rise out to protect Cascade, blocking incoming attacks.

Cascade also uses her control of stone to propel herself rapidly from place to place. She does this by causing a pillar to rise suddenly underneath her, throwing her in her desired direction. From her landing point, another pseudopod will rise up and catch Cascade and lower her to the ground or propel her further. Using this method, Cascade has been clocked moving at speeds of 60 mph. The drawback of this method is that it leaves a clear trail of pillars and dents in the stone.

One of Cascade’s favorite tricks is to project stone out from a skyscraper and ride it like a private elevator to the top of the building.

History: Haley Greer grew up in the prosperous suburbs of Chicago. She was an only child of successful parents that expected great things of her. Haley expected great things from herself too. Unfortunately, her Bachelors Degree in Art History from a state school did not lead to the success for which she was looking. Her job as an assistant manager at a local branch of a multi-national chain of coffee shops did not fulfill her or her parents plans.

So Haley had to resort to her backup plan.

Ever since Haley was a child she could mentally manipulate stone and earth. As she grew older, her abilities grew alongside her.

Haley kept these abilities secret out of fear about how people would react to her unexplained powers. Now feeling a desperate need to make her mark on the world, Haley has actively sought to improve her control and power. She’s going to become a costumed hero.

Equipment: Cascade understands that being a costumed hero is dangerous work. She has decided not to just rely on her abilities. To this end, Cascade carries a mix of useful gear while in costume.

Protective Gear:

Offensive Gear:

Useful Gear:

Mechanics: Cascades powers are part of a Power Theme Permission. All of her powers revolve around the ability to animate and control stone. To this end, Cascade has Control: Mineral. Attached to Control, she has Telekinesis, Block, and Unconventional Movement. Unconventional Movement also has the Flaws of Clear Trail and Straight Line.

Appearance: Hewn is an animated statue. His appearance is that of a 7’0″ roughly carved humanoid made of granite. His facial features are crudely shaped, but his hands appear to be finely crafted. He has a voice that sounds like the grinding of gravel.

Known Talent Abilities: Hewn is superhumanly strong, having demonstrated the ability to lift 1,600 lbs. Hewn’s strength appears to be somewhat uncontrollable. He is unable to perform fine manipulations or use less than his full strength when required.

His body is also incredibly resistant to damage. Small arms fire at the most takes off chips of rock and leaves scratches. Hewn appears to need neither air nor food.

Finally, Hewn has been observed to have some type of remote viewing or precognitive abilities. Usually this occurs after Hewn has entered a stasis or rest period. During these periods he is unable to be roused by outside stimuli, but when he comes awake he often has knowledge of events far distant to his current location.

History: Florida politics are a mean and dirty business, but a man can make a small fortune if he’s willing to sell his soul. Mark Firberg was such a man. Utilizing connections he made in business school, Mark served as an operative for the Republican Party. He was a part of every quasi-legal fund raiser and dirty trick pulled by the party to control the Sunshine State.

In the year 2000, Mark was one of the ‘consultants’ paid to remove thousands of African-Americans and low-income voters from the rolls under bogus pretenses. These voting blocs tended to vote Democratic. Denying them the ability to vote was seen as a way to insure a Republican victory in a tightly contested election. No one could predict the chaos that followed the voting in Florida.

The media and court circus that followed the 2000 election also created a lot of work for Mark. From creating phony protests to circulating spurious slander to the press, Mark’s work took him all over the contested state.

When one of Mark’s phony protests met real demonstrators – enraged by the illegal stripping of their votes – Mark got to see the effects of his actions up close. Riot police were sent in by the local Republican mayor to quell the legitimate demonstrators who were violently clashing with Mark’s hired actors and political staffers. During the ensuing confrontation, Mark was attacked by a riot cop who clubbed Mark repeatedly on the head.

Mark’s skull was fractured and he died when his comatose body was left handcuffed in the gutter. The riot cops had more protestors to club.

While Mark’s body died, his soul stayed on for some reason. For years, his consciousness wandered as an invisible and intangible spirit. Mark was unable to affect or communicate with the world. His anguished cries and ravings echoed in a space untouched by the real world.

Taking his cues from bad movies, Mark tried to find his killer and wrap up his life’s affairs. His intangible wanderings did reveal that his death was no accident. It appears that someone in his political circle was covering their tracks before the media scrutiny grew too much. This person paid several cops to kill Mark in a seemingly accidental manner. To this day, Mark has no idea who actually ordered his death.

Two years ago, Mark was wiling away eternity visiting a museum. His quest for vengeance had been halted by his inability to actually use a computer or turn pages in a file. He raged about his lack of a body when all around him, sculptures perched like ancient guardians. When Mark screamed his silent cry to the heavens for a thousandth time, a statute turned its head, stood, and look right at Mark.

This was the first thing to look at Mark in over six years.

Mark soon found he could order the statue about. Through the statue, he cantouch the real world. The statue could touch, speak, and interact in ways that Mark no longer could.

The statue soon became known as a local hero. Already, Hewn has exposed corrupt police throughout Florida.

Mechanics: Hewn is a character with a unique Custom Stat (Body) that accounts for his actual spirit status. He has no body.

All of Hewn’s powers are attached to his focus: the statue. It is an easily replaced Focus; when destroyed Mark can possess another statue.

Mark controls the statue through the Sidekick Miracle; with Hyper-Body and Ablative Heaver Armor attached to the Sidekick Miracle.

Hewn’s precognitive abilities are not additional powers, but merely Mark’s bodiless wanderings when he is away from the statue.

The Northman is here and he is God’s wraith.

Pray, pray that God will save you from pain that is to come.

Repent your sins and maybe the Northman will pass your town, spare your wife & children, your crops and livestock.

Accept God’s mercy and maybe the Northman will spare your parishes’ relics.

If your faith is strong, if your soul is pure, God may send a champion.

God will protect His own.

At Lindisfarne, He protected Saint Cuthbert’s relics.

With three strokes of Cuthbert’s staff, a brother of the monastery smote the Northman’s ship. Raiders were driven into the waves Their bloated corpses were food to crabs and dogs.

God’s wraith pours from the North like the tide and only the men with the greatest faith will rise above the blood that is to flow.

The Cartographers are a select order of well-trained explorers. They each have a personal letter from the Emperor giving them free leave throughout the land. These letters are even effective outside of the Empire, granting each Cartographer the status of ambassador.

The stated-mission of every Cartographer is to more closely document the lands they travel. Adding hills and trees and roads to every map they make, the Cartographer’s add to the military might of the Empire. Know the land you fight upon, and you know how to defeat your enemy.

Yet, the Cartographer’s possess more secret skills. Their steady, map-drawing hands can also copy and forge many documents. Each is trained in traveling fast & light over tough terrain and in the worst conditions. Finally, no one questions the martial prowess of a man that passes through the domains of bandits, monsters, or worse.

Each Cartographer is a man trained in observation and hardened by the road. Together, they serve as the eyes & spies of the Emperor.

Continuously. For the last seven years.

Day and night, a murder circles above.

A dark cloud of caws and wings and crooked glares .

One time, at a backyard barbecue, I asked him about the crows.

He just smiled and went back to basting the ribs.

It made it all the more enjoyable when the reward for the adventure was becoming landed gentry.

It was fun to play a dim, unruly character. Most of the players expect me to play a smart, talker. It’s my niche in the group. Playing Scram stretched my skills and brought me some roleplaying cred.

Example of play:

Scram: Hmmm (wisely)

Others: Scram? What’s up? You got something?

Scram: Nope, I just didn’t understan a damn word you all were saying.

Others: …

A whole night of that was brilliant.

Scram’s Stats :

Strength: 11
Dexterity: 14
Intelligence: 9
Wisdom: 15
Constitution: 14
Charisma: 6

Race Abilities:

Darkvision 60′
Enhanced Smell
+1 vs Unarmored AC
+2 vs Disease
+2 to Tracking

Class Ability:

+1 Damage per Level vs. Giants & Humanoids
Conceal (Dex)
Delay / Neutralize Poison (Wis)
Move Silently (Dex)
Scale (Dex)
Traps (Wis)
Survival (Wis)
Track (Wis)

Equipment of Note:

Scale Mail
Long Sword
Short Composite Bow
Dagger
Backpack
Bedroll
Waterskin
Misc.

As far as I can remember, I’ve carried this mark on my chest.

It’s carried several meanings from me.

A scar from the goblin raid that killed my parents when I was a babe.

A secret mark of my heritage and the key to finding a family I never knew

A divine sign that destined me to greatness.

It turned out to be none of these things.

My past is lost to me.

Were my parents killed in a raid or were they sacrificed by a mad priest, a traitor to the Realm?

I was raised in a monastery dedicated to the Heldenhammer. How much of that was a lie?

Father Leopold sent out disciples to find a marked man – the rebirth of Sigmar. A vision led me to take this quest as my own. Leopold did not want me to leave, but my faith took me away.

My soul was lifted by our travels round the Empire. From the everyday miracles that fill the cities to the artifacts of the gods that crossed our path, I found that my faith in the Empire was justified.

I also learned the evil that infests it and me.

From Olden’s tales, I learned that this mark may be a sign of evil. It had never occurred to me before then.

In my own research in Altdorf, I found tales of witch hunters and cults alike searching for such marks.

I did not know that evil was present in me. These were just stories.

In the village of Gutlow, we found how such marks came to be afflicted on innocents.

I did not know that evil was present in me. This is merely a scar that came from Chaos.

When I was kidnaped in Talabheim, it was done by Evans de Averheim on behalf of Leopold. Suddenly, my past mentor became my foe. It was then I swore to kill him for this betrayal.

I made arrangement for my brothers still fooled into standing by him. These plans clearly did not work.

Still, I did not know that evil was present in me. This was the mad plan of a traitor

I continued to keep faith and search for Sigmar reborn.

It was in Shala’s spring that my fear began to be realized. The holy water boiled only when it touched my cursed mark.

Suddenly, I could feel the presence of evil. Haruth tempted me; the demonic tome we took burned me. The mark grew heavy.

It was seeing this mark that drove Jasper to further madness.

I pushed myself harder. In Altdorf, tomes spoke of strange rites that cults perform with the flayed skin baring such marks. The necromancer’s tome told of a massive warpstone that was now held by such a cult. With it, they can create more cursed marks and complete their blasphemous rites.

I spoke with Shayla of flaying this mark off of me and destroying it before such turn.

We planned too late.

Now, I know that evil is present in me. The Mystic Winds swirl round me and through me here. The meteor calls out through these Winds and makes this mark burn. I can feel it connecting to a place of the damned. Demons tear through such connections and kill those I’m tasked to protect.

Such evil cannot be allowed to exist.

My faith is still strong. I have opened the eyes of my brothers and now turn to my final act.

I will fulfill my vow of righteous vengeance.

I will face Father Leopold and cast him down as a failure into the hell he worships. If needed, I was drag him there with me.

Tharsig

At times, she has even placed her body between monsters and their prey, sacrificing herself to save subjects of this land.

Following every action, she is the first to tend to the wounded in spite of her own injuries.

Shala’s first devotion is to preserving life for the better glory of her lady lord.

I have seen her raise arms in only two instances. Each time, she struck only demons. One served the lord of flies; the other served the blood lord.

Both were foes of the Empire and deserved their fate.

As to the sword of Shayla. Shala was lead to it in holy vision; gifted it from a holy spring, and only used it to strike the enemies of her patron and the empire.

Since that time, she has neither shirked her duties nor hid her gift for safety’s sake.

These are not the works of an enemy to this land, but perhaps an ally given to us by a higher power. In this time of the Storm, we should look for such aid – as Magnus the Pius recognized the aid of the wind-shapers, the magus.

This is the word of Tharsig, annointed priest of Sigmar.