The child of a blacksmith and a seamstress, you want to be an adventurer. You learn both trades, because its boring as fuck in a small ass village. You want to be adventurer. Working with a sword gets you noticed by one of the guards. You want to be adventurer. A guard recommends that you join the army. You make the best armor and outfit you can and join the army. Your talent for the sword is recognized and your sewing skills help to stitch up the wounded. You want to be adventurer. You rise through the ranks, eventually serving your time. The king is impressed and appoints you in his elite guard. You want to be adventurer. You've learned how to handle yourself. Your numerous talents eventually allow you to rise the ranks, and eventually you become Captain of the Elite Guard. You want to be adventurer. You save the king from an assassination attempt. Knighted for your honor, your family becomes elevated nobility. You want to be adventurer. The king has no heirs, and adopts you. He soon passes and you become ruler. You want to be adventurer. Your reign is a reign of enlightenment and peace. Your people do not go hungry and even the poorest of people are in grand condition. Eventually you are wed and have children. Your daughters marry princes and your sons become the finest men of their respective trades and positions of authority. Your linage will spread far across the land. Your eldest son shall take the crown on your passing. You want to be adventurer... The bed has taken hold of you in your old age, and you arrange for your son's coronation ceremony. On your death bed you smile as you reflect on your life. A bed ridden ruler, you still place the crown on his head in your innermost sanctum, surrounded by your friends, family, and loyal countrymen. Tears in his eyes, he asks you how you were such a magnificent ruler. Moments before you pass, you pull him in an whisper, "I was an adventurer."
Oh sure. We all hear the stories as kids. How humans breathe fire, breathed oxygen neat, and could rip apart a rift lizard with their bare hands. You know the kind of stories you tell around the swamp to keep folks up at night.The truth is, humans ARE scary. But not for the reasons you think.Humanity. We first encountered them on the galactic stage about 13 cycles ago.We were always the scum of the galaxy. Swindling folks out of their money, resources, and time. Bottom feeders, a cluster of planets, not an empire. But the humans didn't know that. They were fresh faces. We traded our technology that was at least 3 cycles old with them for massive amounts of their lush resources. Eventually, they began colonization of the worlds in their system, including the various moons on the more gaseous regions.Our relationship was a healthy one. The humans were almost as ruthless as we were. A faithful exchange? Could you hold it, could you sell it? What use was it? They understood us. They were master traders. They just didn't have our incites to know they were getting a spoiled deal.The core worlds, they wanted nothing to do with us and our new "pets". They left us largely alone. Until the Sitrak came.
>>20110980An insect hive-mind race, they eventually determined that they would come into conflict with the core worlds in their quest for expansion, and went to war. The Aldrani, the traditional military arm of the core worlds, struck back, ravaging their armies and wiping them out entirely.For their efforts, the core worlds gave the Aldrani new territory. Unfortunately, it happened to be on worlds we'd colonized. It seemed the end for us. the most powerful military force in the sector was set to come down upon us for their spoils of war. They we're furious we hadn't participated in the war effort, and had little care for our proposal to evacuate the planets.Then the humans came to our aid. We, who had been the first to aid them in their infancy, we who had always given the humans a fair deal, were now to be destroyed? They wouldn't have it. They wouldn't allow it. They had upgraded our technology for war. Humans often have these sorts of "skirmishes" between themselves. But it was of no use. Time and time again they fought, and their fleet shattered like glass against the Aldrani fleet.It was self induced genocide. We begged the humans to stop. Pleaded with them. It wasn't their worlds they wanted. Would couldn't stand to see it, the millions lost in our name. They ignored our cries of sympathies and carried on. They never stayed, their will never faltered, and they never asked for thanks.In 123 encounters, they never once stopped the advance of the Aldrani fleet.
>>20111043And suddenly, the war was over. The Aldrani signed a peace treaty with the humans. Calling for surrender of all things! We did not comprehend the madness of it. The humans told us of their success. They called it psychological warfare.Afterwards, they demanded a council seat and for our race to have a position in the core worlds as well. Who would oppose them? They had just defeated the most renounced military force known to the sector, and they were still on a military footing. They feasted on their spoils, taking new technologies and ideas from the core worlds. A human fleet with Aldrani technology. That was truly frightening.We fought by their side in another war. The war with the S'kis, a rift race bent on consuming the core worlds for their metals.I fought with them... it's hard to describe it... fighting with the humans. You know that feeling when you go to see a medic? That feeling that you trust they know how to do their job? That's the feeling I got from the humans. They had this entirely detached way of thinking about combat that was unparalleled to anything we'd ever encountered.That and adrenaline. The stuff's incredible. It's considered and illegal drug, with a 90% lethal rate in most species. Some species had tried implementing it as a combat-drug, but it killed more ally soldiers that enemies. But the humans? Good heavens. Not only is their body built for the stuff, they produce it NATURALLY. They're machines. This, my pack mates, is why humans are to be respected and feared. They will take their arm around you. They will be patient with you. They will truly call you brother. they are kind... and they are mad men.
I liked it.
"Humans?! You can't mean-">"I do! Way back when I was a little sapling. I was nearly torn apart by a wurm, and one of them came running out of the underbrush and grabbed me by the wrist, shouting for me to run. I'll never forget it. Eventualy, we ran up a tree. The wurm surrounded the tree, waiting for us to fall, and he just sat there calmly telling me stories... I nearly wet myself, but it was like he was in a tavern, talking over some mead. And oh his stories! He told me such wonderful things, of cities underground, and in the sky! Treasure, and rescuing princesses and saving people... and when it was my turn, all I had was kissing Everhal Eve by the alfking's son one time. I was just... I felt so small, so tiny, and he was so... big. I can't believe humans are so big, not just talller than an elf, but BIGGER! It was like he couldn't be contained in a person, and then, when I started crying and wishing for my mother, do you know what he did?""Raped you?">"No! It was nothing like that!""What, I've heard that's what they do. It's what everyone says, I mean, that's why we're supposed to stay away."
>>20111259>"Those are stupid stories... he jumped down! Like it was nothing! He pulled out his sword, and, and I couldn't even look! When it was all quiet and I peeled my fingers from my eyes, the both of them were dead, the human and the wurm. I climbed down, tears in my eyes, and gave him the best burial I could. I covered him with sticks and stones, and then I finally came home, and everyone wondered where I was. Nobody believed me of course, not until I took them to see the body...""And? What, he started a forest fire?">"Gods, you're so gullible. No, he wasn't even there anymore! And what's more, the wurm was all carved up, great chunks taken out of it, like he'd pulled out pieces for armor, or just to eat!""And you say I'm gullible? So, what, humans are immortal? They just get right back up?">"I don't know... I mean, maybe? He just, he was dead, but then he wasn't. And it was like nothing. And so, I've been trying to find another human ever since. That's why I'm traveling. One day I'll see a human again, and they can explain it all to me..."
I saw a plot hook on here and ran with it. Dwarf asks the PCs help to find and kill an owlbear who took his eye. Requests party takes him along. Constantly a bother to the party, subpar in combat, always talking about how he had a wife and kids at home. After they find and kill it and get attached to the dwarf they wake up to him dead. He had slit his own throat in the middle of the night. In his hand is a letter explaining how he could rest peaceful now that he had killed that damned beast. He was meant to protect a caravan going through the woods and failed. Once he got back to the company that hired him off they fired him. With no income, shame, and no one else to turn to, his wife went made and committed suicide and took their children with her. He couldn't get work anywhere, because, "Who wants to hire someone with one eye that can't protect nobody?"
I don't have any of my own to share at this point, but I'll happily repost the one story that's even made me baaaw so hard I cried.
I have to tell you, I once thought trolls frightening beasts, the kind of beasts any man who wasn't a fool should run from if possible. The kind of monster that has no equal. I've even seen trolls slay dragons so I was more convinced than most that they should be given a wide berth. I tell you that so you can fully understand just how unbelievable it sounds when I tell you there is a place where they are hunted by some great predator. I was off in a far away land I can not pronounce when my caravan was attacked by pack of three trolls, half our guards were beaten to death, me and the rest of the caravan tried to find safety. I, and a few merchants took refuge up a large tree, I'll admit it wasn't one of my better plans. One of the trolls was determined to kill me, and though i was just beyond it's reach that dumb oaf found a solution and had begun to throw his weight against the tree, trying to uproot the thing to kill me and those also hiding in that tree. I thought I was done for when I first heard that sound, that terrible roar that could not come from any beast I was aware of. Even the trolls seemed to be in distress after hearing the noise, then, a blur, a scream from one of the other trolls, and when we looked, that troll was gone. Trolls, as you know, are no small creature, to carry off such a beast so quickly would require the strength of an even bigger beast.
>>20111486(cont)the other two trolls seemed confused by this, three trolls, now two? It took a while to compute what had happened, and by then it was too late, or perhaps they were doomed from the start, but in either case as soon as they realized what was going on, they scattered. one took off into the growth opposite us the other blew right past our tree, finally knocking the tree over as it ran. that's when I finally got a look at it, it pounced on the troll's back and with a massive claw pinned it to the ground, it's nails digging into it's flesh. the beast looked like some massive lizard, but it's body was built more like a... like a big cat. It's maw was so big, i believed it could indeed carry off a troll in it, and It's fangs, it's fangs were like swords of bone and ivory. it grabbed that troll's head in those jaws and pulled it clean off. as it fed, it showed no interest in us and we left the carts and wagons behind and just ran for the closest town. I left for home the very next day. I don't know what those things were, or if it killed both trolls or if there were two there, but what I DO know is that I hope never to see one again.
more Humanity Fuck Yeah please
>>20111561OP here. I'm on it. I'm currently transferring a lot of my stories from my laptop to my new computer for upload, fantasy and scifi alike. Typing what I can while I wait.
>>20111486>>20111493I know it's not a "humanity, fuck yeah" story, but still; thoughts?
The thing about evolving on a death world is that you don't really realize you're doing so until you get the chance to leave it. Up to that point, the presence of carnivorous monsters, venemous micropredators, extreme climatic conditions, geologic instability, the most lethal cocktail of microbial and viral life forms in the galaxy and of course the crushing gravity, seemed entirely natural. Until we left Earth, we thought ourselves rather weak, frail defenseless creatures because we only had earth fauna to compare ourselves to. You can imagine our surprise then, upon joining the galactic community, that we were in fact robust giants in our own right.
>>20111561Seconded. We'll witness horrific death and destruction on an unimaginable scale for years, and then we'll start getting BORED of it.We excrete biofuels, we piss alkalines, we like to eat other species for fun and we'll happily burn the floor out from underneath out feet because it looked pretty.
>>20111634>>20111561Done.
When we first discovered the humans we laughed. A pathetic race with no warships. We laughed as we burned their pathetic fleet out of the sky's of their mineral rich world. It would be an easy conquest we said.Then their nuclear needles launched and our ships burned, our shields designed for energy weapons were useless against the barrage. We had stopped laughing and now looked on this world with fiery rage. These humans dared to strike back against us, the rightful rulers of the galaxy. cont.
>>20111663I liked it, but I think I would have liked it more if it didn't feel like there was some joke I'm not in on. Maybe an ending that's more conclusive, or an audience that isn't me if there really is something I'm not in on.
>>20111749YES! Humanity, fuck yeah!
"I don't understand Elders, why do we not simply take back what is ours? What have we to fear from humans? They are less swift than we, frailer than the Dwarves and less numerous than the Goblin-kin. They live a shorter span than almost every other race in the world. Why are they considered equal to any of the great races?"The war council sat in stunned silence. A dozen sallow faced men in high seats craned their necks to look at the newcomer, and the chamber was bubbling with rapidly muttered elvish.One of the seated men, a general going by his flowing red gown and stony brow, barked a short response."Have you eaten today?"The young man was momentarily taken aback, and noted the sudden decline of background noise. He had planned for a discussion, but not this one."Yes." he answered, puzzled. "Just a little-""And do you feel hunger?" the general interrupted in a bored and aloof tone."Of course not. One would rather think that the point."The general turned slightly in his seat, registering the boy's fresh complexion. He remembered talk of a young upstart aiming for a seat on the council, and this fellow was exhibiting an aura of self assurance. He was clearly young, but in a war council that was no excuse for naivety or smuggness."Try to imagine then, if you will, a hunger that persists even when seemingly abated. A hunger that gnaws, and is ever present."The general arched his fingers and allowed a moment for the boy to comprehend his words. The young man's blank faced belied his inability to comprehend what hunger had to do with his original question."I-"cont.
>>20111980"Imagine now," the General continued from behind his crooked fingers, " that the hunger was not for food, but for something as arbitrary as gold. Or power, or even comfort, it doesn't matter. Imagine that your every waking moment was spent striving towards that one goal. That is what Humanity is. Desire and Drive given flesh."There seemed to be a lot of agreement around the council table with many of the seated elders solemnly nodding."The reason that other races fear them, child, is that whilst they live only a short time, they get so very much done. Their short lifespan is as much a gift as a curse- the individual does not have to consider the same kind of repercussions as the longer lived, and this frees them to live in the moment. They are all as dying men- scrambling fiercely to get some small pleasure before their time runs out."A muttered approval from the crowd signalled that this was the consensus in the room, but the boy's lip curled in disgust."They sound like filthy degenerates to me." he snorted with vitriol, "But that still doesn't answer my question. Why are they fearedas warriors?"The General sighed heartily, stood up and collected his effects from the table. He then slowly paced towards the door where the boy was standing.."A man with a long lifespan has more to lose in war. The day you show me a warrior more terrifying than one who starts his fight dying, with drive and desire pumping through his veins like fire-" -as he drew closer the general leaned into the youth's ear and whispered- "-i'll GIVE you my bloody seat."
Later folks. I have more, but I'm just too damn beat and I've got work tomorrow. Hope you all enjoyed and/or others keep the ball rolling.
Rin's shield cracked and split. What has stopped ork axes and barbarian swords broke with ease. How in the nine hells did a mere child do that! Rin was barely able to bring his sword up to stop the next brutal swing before he lost the good side of his face. Only the brave actions of yet another foolish guard gave him a chance to step back and recover. “Form up!” he yelled “Phalanx now!” A lifetime of training turned the chaotic mob into a solid wall. Rin would have been impressed if the men hadn’t been so stricken with fear. Five of them had already died at the hands of this monster, and if the Gods were merciful Delk would be dead soon. The seasoned veteran’s screams continued through his attempts to keep his innards inside. “Advance! Keep it tight!” The solders did and the boy turned just to watch The men inched forward hesitantly, the only sound was their scuffling feet and Delks cries. The terrible silence was broken by the boys scream, part terrible anger and part total anguish. More the cry of a man who lost everything then a battle cry. He then ran...way to fast. He closed the gap between him and his men with inhuman speed, and broke them. Rin felt the cold bite of steel before his men were able to re-group and re-engage.
Rin stood there holding his wound in disbelief as his men fought and died. When the wound had been made he finally understood what they were fighting. It wasn't the boy, but the blade he wielded. It got into his head and let him know of all its accomplishments. Countless victims and countless “masters” flooded his mind. It would use this boys torment to satisfy its desires, filling the poor boy's mind with the images of the parents the blade helped to murder. And when this host fell, it would find another just as it has for endless centuries. Rin's feet could no longer hold him up and he fell to his knees. The countless victims still flashing through his mind even as the world went dark from blood loss. The last image Rin would see is the face of the boy. Eyes full of tears with a tooth filled grin.
>>20111812So we launched our drop ships from high orbit. The humans had unleashed the full might of our armada, there would be no terms offered or given they would burn like the millions did in their blasphemous and cowardly attack. At first it went well, with hundreds of human settlements burning the first day. The humans had only small lead shooters, that while effective the could not bring the numbers to bear to mark our forces. On the fifteenth earth cycle we were certain that these humans would be completely destroyed in days.Then the white needles flew again, not at our ships for they were far out of range but at our armies on the planet. Nearly 87% casualties on the first strike, whole divisions turned to dust in the nuclear holocaust the humans brought down on their world. A single transmission was sent to our fleet via a captured communicator, one word that enraged us more than anything else the damned humans had done. 'Leave.'It is said the word echoed through the entire ship. But we were not ones to turn and run from our holy mission. Once again we deployed millions of soldiers down onto that once green planet. But this time the humans struck back. Atmospheric aircraft moving faster than the speed of sound and unable to be targeted by the noble crews on the drop ships, turned our landing force into fall debris. the very sea turned against us as more nuclear needles exited its depths and vaporised the flagship of our fleet as it disgorged its valiant troops.
>>20112093But it was the troops who made it onto the soil of that hell world and encountered the humans death machines they are what turned the battle. Thousands of human soldiers, swarmed the landing points, their lead spitters making short work of our troops. The lumbering fortresses, made of steel and iron that were immune to all our weapons and simply drove down thousands of troops. And when they spoke, they turned the bravest of us to fleeing cowards.That was sixteen years ago now. We were pushed off the planet by a single species. Now the humans chase us through the darkness of space. With stolen technology and their own doomsday weapons they have an empire of over ten thousand worlds on the retreat. For they do not invade a planet they offer a choice, surrender or burn. A choice that has seen over thirty worlds burn in rolling firestorms. For the humans they seek revenge against those who made them kill their world, and they will not stop until we are all made to pay.
>>20112069>>20112078Idk how original the idea was, but im running a campaign where one of the main villains is a parasitic intelligent item. Any thoughts on the fluff?>>20110980Really thought this one was great btw :D
Bumping for more Humanity! Fuck Yeah! stories - this shit is dope.
For a split second I thought that was Dr. Robotnik (Eggman) from Sonic in OP's pic.
HFY me.
