Class: Old Hero

 

Found this one lying around in the mists of ancient Discord chats and liked it enough to preserve it here. It's basically a Gilgamesh, and obviously not at all balanced to 'normal adventurer' level. My sense is that you might find one of these guys where you would expect a mummy, kind of like Old King Doran in Demon's Souls. 

Old Hero

As an Old Hero you roll stats with 5d6 down the line instead of 3d6. You are around 7 feet tall, exceptionally beautiful, wild-looking, and frightening. Your features are more pronounced than usual for humans - somewhere between a neanderthal and homo sapiens. 

Equipment: heavy green bronze spear +1, patinaed panoply (AC14), fine clothing, green bronze jewellery worth 50s to a fence or 750s to a collector of antiquities, the key to a great polis that no longer exists. 

Skills: law, feats of strength, agility, and martial skill, forbearance, wrath. 

A - Beloved in Written History, +5 HP
B - A Crown, +5 HP
C - The Invention of Glory, +5 HP
D - The Sun Sings, and Your Name Describes its Song, +5 HP

Beloved in Written History: You can tell if someone is lying, and mentally dominate anyone who lies to you if you make eye contact. They get a contested CHAR check to save. KNEEL, THRALL. When wielding a spear, you can choose to attack twice, or attack once with +2 to hit and damage. You may receive a charge from an unthinking opponent with a free attack. You may throw it (as a heavy javelin without prep, or with +4 to hit and damage after a turn spent focusing your energy).

A Crown: You are immune to laws and temporal authority. Anyone who meets your eye knows this. In battle you are terrible, as the warriors in the great tales. After your first kill of a fight, your allies take -[templates] fear damage from all sources. You always get this benefit. The Invention of Glory: You may curse those that touch you with permanent blindness - they can save CHAR to resist. If you kill someone with your spear you may run them through, attacking another foe behind them as cleave, or stapling them to a wall or tree etc. Whatever happens, enemies who witness it must immediately test morale at -2 per person killed by the attack. The Sun Sings, and Your Name Describes its Song: When direct sunlight falls on the tip of your spear tip, it shines with a terrible light. Angels and demons flee before you. The monsters of the world recognise your kingship. Those wounded by your weapons will speak only truth for a day. You deal triple damage against shapeshifters, liars, earthly tyrants, and the dead. When you throw your spear you may increase its damage by as many d6 as you wish, but you will also take that many d6 in radiant damage as your soul cooks your living flesh.