His vision seared by tears from the overwhelming fragrance, the private could almost see eddies of rainbow colors swirling around her spider-silk throne. He wanted to drink in all the imagery of her and her home before rising above his mortal stature to her blessing, the promise of being and being hers eternally. He noticed in detail her unfathomable mystery, the delicate graces of her ivory arms at work across the fabric of life and death, pulling timeless significance from pale thread. He saw her lithesome and marvelous form, in perfect contentment and harrowing desire. He noted her slender crown and thoughtfully crafted throne.

And there, nestled along the hem of her great dais he saw what he had missed in focusing on her overpowering presence. Neatly set into the base were rows of skulls, cross-stitched with bones. He felt sure they were the remains of men, suitors in a dreadful procession of desire and loss. Her increased pitch and pounding wave of aroma corresponded with his horror, seeking to send his alarm into forgetful romance. She shifted her lovely being, raised a clawed but tender hand toward him, inviting him to look past the gruesome foundation to the adoring crown.

"Come, cherished...we are meant to share what they could not bear."

Fanonical? What?

Fanonical posts are a new thing here at Untoldthegame.com, and as far as we know, something new to RPG's in general. We've talked about our Open Campaign Setting from "Day 1" around here, but we've not made much fuss of it so far. Well, that's about to end...

Basically, "fanonical" is a word we've coined based on the term canonical. Something that is canonical, or canon, is something that is accepted as being the truth or the "way that it is". In RPG's, something that is "canon" is something that has been "blessed and sanctioned" by whomever owns the IP. For instance, if you know anything about the Dresden Files RPG, you know that Dresden is a guy, not a girl - stuff like that is "canon".

"The worst part? They're the frackin' foot soldiers of the Flux..."

              - Sgt. Skinner, grim-faced.

Many believe the tainting influence of the Flux to be solely subtle and slow working, akin to a poison. However, the Flux also contains the capabilities of tremendous strength and terrible destruction. The avatars of this devilish might and power are known as Wreckers: each of them a massive, walking hill of a beast capable of leveling entire towns and fortresses completely on their own.

Elijah Hassan was the stereotypical battle scarred veteran. Beginning his service in the IDF when he was just in his teens, Hassan had served as a ranger and tracker for nearly thirty years. A member of the elite Hammer of Heaven corps, there were few things Hassan hadn't seen and fewer he hadn't killed. Covered in countless scars from countless battles, Sergeant Hassan was a legend among the IDF, even refusing promotion so that he could continue to focus solely on killing the creatures that threatened the IDF. Knowing the Israeli countryside like the back of his hand, Hassan was renowned for hunting down, rooting out, and killing more hostiles than any other IDF member. But everything was about to change for Hassan.

I never dreamed such a thing could even exist...

I've seen alot. I've traveled more of this shattered world than most even realize exists. I guess there's something to be said for being one of the best killers on the planet. Oh, sure, some folks give it a special name: assassin -- but that doesn't mean anything, really. When the chips are down, I'm a killer, plain and simple. Being a killer, though, keeps me fed, keeps my gear in order and takes me places.

Alias: Corpsetaker, Flamerot
Race: Manus Unguis
Aspects: Body 8
Sex: None; Height: 1.7 m; Weight: 500 kg

"Heheheh... All things end! All things fall apart! And we are there to feast!"