We continue our "Hero" series of Department 7 Advanced Class Updates with the Cold Bringer. Developed in Russian laboratories, they were an attempt to bring the crushing Russian Winters that helped destroy Napoleon and Hitler’s armies into human form. Masters of snow and ice, these elemental warriors can manipulate the cold and bend its properties for attack and defense.
This ten level Advanced class includes a host of new abilities, four new feats and adds plenty of "Cold War" flavor to your D20 Modern game. The sales description includes a full Flash Demo of the product, as well as a Publisher Audio Commentary.
Written by Chris A. Field.
Artwork by Anthony Cournoyer.
Available at Your Games Now, and the ENWorld Download Shop.
The intro flavor text:
At nearly 1,500 feet straight down, Serge’s ice-body creaked alarmingly, and the young Russian could feel the water’s implacable grip on his endoskeleton, through the strange fiber optic analogues that replaced his nerves when he transformed. The pressure was a constant ache in the icy golem’s joints, a dull pain in the jagged spires and decorative icicles ringing his translucent skull and the six obsidian eyes he always choose to manifest in ice-form.
Serge had never dived this deep before, but the money was good, and the cocky young Russian admitted a secret thrill at being the only man in human history to ever survive a dive like this without a submarine. It was record that would go unrecorded, and unknown, but Serge would know. Serge glanced at the specially made dive watch around his tree-trunk thick left wrist, watched the numbers climb towards 1,600 ft. The ice golem smiled, thickened his carapace with a moment’s concentration, and kept swimming, fighting his own natural buoyancy.
There wasn’t a single quanta of light this far down, but Serge didn’t need light to see. Heat signatures flashed and faded like surreal, neon stars in the ink. Far above, Serge could sense the pulsing warmth of a blue whale and her calf, and even this far down, Serge could feel blobs of alien heat drift by: deep sea anglers on the hunt, just like he was. And ahead of him, a burning star, the sun-like warmth of a Chinese nuclear submarine’s reactor. He followed the heat trail the silent craft left in its wake, closing the distance with a few powerful stokes from his elemental form’s powerful legs.
When he was close, Serge leapt onto the submarine’s dorsal hull, with the gonglike sound of ice striking steel. The submarine listed briefly, knocked slightly off course by the ice elemental’s weight. Serge dug in icy talons as the submarine began rising, its crew assuming it had stuck some hidden iceberg.
Serge knew he couldn’t let the submarine crash-surface. Department Seven was paying him good money to ensure the prototype Chinese sub disappeared without a trace. His elemental body’s muscles tensed and his fists hammered down once, twice, three times.
The sub’s hull starred and cracked, the rent growing bigger with each blow. The submarine shuddered like a dying beast, and through his alien eyes, Serge watched the inky blackness rush in through the hole he had made, extinguishing the pink and red and white fires burning within the craft.
Serge floated peacefully, watching as the submarine floundered, went dark, and finally, slowly fell into the endless gulf below. The sounds of metal twisting under impossible ocean pressure resonated against his icy skin.
Serge smiled at another job well done and began swimming towards the warmth far above.
Serge had never dived this deep before, but the money was good, and the cocky young Russian admitted a secret thrill at being the only man in human history to ever survive a dive like this without a submarine. It was record that would go unrecorded, and unknown, but Serge would know. Serge glanced at the specially made dive watch around his tree-trunk thick left wrist, watched the numbers climb towards 1,600 ft. The ice golem smiled, thickened his carapace with a moment’s concentration, and kept swimming, fighting his own natural buoyancy.
There wasn’t a single quanta of light this far down, but Serge didn’t need light to see. Heat signatures flashed and faded like surreal, neon stars in the ink. Far above, Serge could sense the pulsing warmth of a blue whale and her calf, and even this far down, Serge could feel blobs of alien heat drift by: deep sea anglers on the hunt, just like he was. And ahead of him, a burning star, the sun-like warmth of a Chinese nuclear submarine’s reactor. He followed the heat trail the silent craft left in its wake, closing the distance with a few powerful stokes from his elemental form’s powerful legs.
When he was close, Serge leapt onto the submarine’s dorsal hull, with the gonglike sound of ice striking steel. The submarine listed briefly, knocked slightly off course by the ice elemental’s weight. Serge dug in icy talons as the submarine began rising, its crew assuming it had stuck some hidden iceberg.
Serge knew he couldn’t let the submarine crash-surface. Department Seven was paying him good money to ensure the prototype Chinese sub disappeared without a trace. His elemental body’s muscles tensed and his fists hammered down once, twice, three times.
The sub’s hull starred and cracked, the rent growing bigger with each blow. The submarine shuddered like a dying beast, and through his alien eyes, Serge watched the inky blackness rush in through the hole he had made, extinguishing the pink and red and white fires burning within the craft.
Serge floated peacefully, watching as the submarine floundered, went dark, and finally, slowly fell into the endless gulf below. The sounds of metal twisting under impossible ocean pressure resonated against his icy skin.
Serge smiled at another job well done and began swimming towards the warmth far above.
Last edited:
