Skortched Urf' Studios presents The Angelic Vessel; a new prestige class for your D20 Fantasy game.
There are many who worship the Gods and are granted power by them. Some, however, are granted power beyond the God’s other servants because of the strength of their devotion, their ability to surrender to their deity’s will. These favored servants are guided and protected by the deity’s most favored servants of all: Angels.
An Angelic Vessel acts as a host and conduit for the power of an Angel. This form of surrender grants the conduit protection, strength, and even the ability to channel the Angel’s essence for short periods of time. It comes at a cost, however: the Angelic vessel must walk a narrow path, and must always seek to act according to the wishes of his deity and the Angel who shares his body. Should he ever waver, even for a moment, the Angel leaves his body and strips him of his powers until he atones for his sins.
The raiding party swept into the wilderness hamlet with reckless abandon; killing anyone they could reach. The Orcs were far bolder than their numbers. It was the leader of the war-band that drove them. A massive, horned Outsider wielding a flaming spiked flail stood above them, urging them onward. Their goal was evident; the stone chapel that anchored the center of the hamlet.
Peasant archers let fly volley after volley from the protection of the chapel’s outer wall; spurred on by the small number of battle-hardened adventurer’s that had mercifully ridden into town only hours before. They added their spells and arrows to the hamlet defenders. Despite the much needed experience of the newcomers; they were clearly outnumbered.
A lone figure watched the battle from the upper window of the chapel. He wore the shining armor of a faithful defender of The Way. He had removed the sacred pennant normally given a place of reverence over the alter of this small chapel. He fastened it about his waist in the manner of a loincloth and prepared for the battle to come.
“So this is why we have come?” the figure asked silently.
“There are designs at work here far more intricate than a simple Orc raid. The Destroyer has sent his emissary; you are to be ours.” The voice said.
There was no other being in the room. The dialogue was contained within the silent figure as he communed with the Angelic messenger lodged within his breast, his soul.
“I will not fail. This desecration will not be allowed, and blood will be avenged. Give me strength and wisdom according to my faith.” The figure prayed within himself.
“I will grant you that and more; for you act in the stead of our Mistress. This day you are her Avatar.” The voice whispered.
The figure felt the power of his faith, augmented by his Angelic companion. His stature increased and the pure power of his Mistress filled him. He knew no fear, and no pride in his new-found power. He leapt from the window, covering far more distance than a normal man could ever hope to, and met the Outsider at the gate. He landed in a thunderous booming of power and raised his war-mace high, looking the Outsider in the eyes.
“So, She did send someone to stop me.” The Demon said, laughing softly.
“Actually, She sent both of us.” The figure smiled as his mace came crashing down.
Peasant archers let fly volley after volley from the protection of the chapel’s outer wall; spurred on by the small number of battle-hardened adventurer’s that had mercifully ridden into town only hours before. They added their spells and arrows to the hamlet defenders. Despite the much needed experience of the newcomers; they were clearly outnumbered.
A lone figure watched the battle from the upper window of the chapel. He wore the shining armor of a faithful defender of The Way. He had removed the sacred pennant normally given a place of reverence over the alter of this small chapel. He fastened it about his waist in the manner of a loincloth and prepared for the battle to come.
“So this is why we have come?” the figure asked silently.
“There are designs at work here far more intricate than a simple Orc raid. The Destroyer has sent his emissary; you are to be ours.” The voice said.
There was no other being in the room. The dialogue was contained within the silent figure as he communed with the Angelic messenger lodged within his breast, his soul.
“I will not fail. This desecration will not be allowed, and blood will be avenged. Give me strength and wisdom according to my faith.” The figure prayed within himself.
“I will grant you that and more; for you act in the stead of our Mistress. This day you are her Avatar.” The voice whispered.
The figure felt the power of his faith, augmented by his Angelic companion. His stature increased and the pure power of his Mistress filled him. He knew no fear, and no pride in his new-found power. He leapt from the window, covering far more distance than a normal man could ever hope to, and met the Outsider at the gate. He landed in a thunderous booming of power and raised his war-mace high, looking the Outsider in the eyes.
“So, She did send someone to stop me.” The Demon said, laughing softly.
“Actually, She sent both of us.” The figure smiled as his mace came crashing down.
There are many who worship the Gods and are granted power by them. Some, however, are granted power beyond the God’s other servants because of the strength of their devotion, their ability to surrender to their deity’s will. These favored servants are guided and protected by the deity’s most favored servants of all: Angels.
An Angelic Vessel acts as a host and conduit for the power of an Angel. This form of surrender grants the conduit protection, strength, and even the ability to channel the Angel’s essence for short periods of time. It comes at a cost, however: the Angelic vessel must walk a narrow path, and must always seek to act according to the wishes of his deity and the Angel who shares his body. Should he ever waver, even for a moment, the Angel leaves his body and strips him of his powers until he atones for his sins.
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