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Legacy of Damnation
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Legacy of Damnation
Brian Schoner
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Legacy of
Damnation
by Brian Schoner
Cover: Richard Pace
Artists: Bobby Breed, Matt Dixon, Paul (Prof) Herbert, Scott Johnson,
Pat Loboyko, Bradley McDevitt, and Scott Purdy
Developers: Henry Lopez, M. Sean Molley and James Zwiers
Editors: M. Sean Molley, Derrel Weaver, and James Zwiers
Layout: Philip J. Reed
Contributors: Scott Charlton, Andrew Garbade, Henry Lopez, Robert Maxwell,
M. Sean Molley, Michael Sitts, Derrel Weaver, Eric Wiener,
and James Zwiers
Team Paradigm: Henry Lopez, Nelson Rodriguez, Eric Wiener, Matt Blank,
Pedro Barrenechea and M. Sean Molley
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Concepts, Inc. All rights reserved. The mention of, use of or reference to any company, trade-
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ISBN 1-931374-22-8
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CONTENTS
Contents
Prologue Living Legacy...................................3
The Western Cliffs ..........................................37
The Northern Hills .........................................37
The Central Plain............................................37
The Sea of Tears .............................................37
The Cold Fens ................................................37
Peoples of the Sealed Lands ..................................38
The Lordship of Iron ......................................38
The Riders ......................................................44
Tarmalen ........................................................46
The Thorn Hills..............................................47
Bastion............................................................50
The Legion of Unyielding Courage .................54
Pleasance ........................................................57
The Haina Empire ..........................................58
The Frost Giants .............................................62
Those Who Lurk ............................................64
The Forgotten Villages ....................................65
Introduction......................................................................6
Chapter 1 Tieflings, Half-Fiends,
and Other Nasty Folk..............................................7
Fiends.....................................................................8
Demons ................................................................8
Devils ...................................................................8
Non-Fiendish “Parents” ..........................................8
Efreeti .....................................................................9
Night Hags .............................................................9
Cambions (Half-Fiends)..........................................9
Tieflings (Planetouched) .......................................10
Dark-kin ...............................................................10
The Pull of the Taint .............................................11
Strengthening the Taint.........................................12
The Tainted and Character Classes .......................12
Barbarian ........................................................13
Bard................................................................13
Cleric..............................................................13
Druid..............................................................13
Fighter............................................................13
Holy Champion / Paladin ...............................14
Monk..............................................................14
Ranger ............................................................14
Rogue .............................................................15
Sorcerer ..........................................................15
Wizard............................................................15
Arcanis Glossary ...................................................15
Dark-kin on Onara ...............................................16
Other Tainted in Arcanis.......................................20
Chapter 3 New Rules..................................116
Psionics and Magic in the Sealed Lands ................67
Death in the Sealed Lands ....................................68
Infernals in Arcanis...............................................68
Dark-Kin...............................................................70
Dark-Kin Bloodlines .............................................71
The val’Vasik.........................................................74
Infernal Heritage...................................................75
Infernal Warrior..............................................76
Infernal Arcanist .............................................76
Infernal Stalker ...............................................78
New Feats.............................................................79
The Order of the Ivory Bow..................................85
New Prestige Classes.............................................89
Black Silk Wearer ...........................................89
Descendant.....................................................91
Hellrider .........................................................94
Infernal Harmonist .........................................96
Infernal Berserker ...........................................98
Scourge...........................................................99
Sentinel ........................................................101
Summoner....................................................102
Taint Hunter .................................................104
Warlock ........................................................105
Life Quests..........................................................107
New Domains and Magic....................................114
New Spells..........................................................114
New Magic Items ................................................116
New Creatures ....................................................120
Chapter 2 The Sealed Lands.................20
The Sealed Lands and the History of Arcanis........22
Using the Sealed Lands in Other Settings .............23
Why Don’t the Infernals Control Everything? .......23
The History of the Sealed Lands ...........................24
In the Earliest Days.........................................24
The Shadowed Age .........................................24
The Rise and Fall of the Auxunite Empire ......25
The Time of Terror .........................................27
The Sealing.....................................................30
The Years of Chaos .........................................34
Centuries of Quiet War...................................34
Geography of the Sealed Lands.............................36
Climate and Weather ......................................36
The Wall of the Gods......................................36
The Blackwood...............................................36
Open Game License..........................................127
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L IVING L EGACY
PROLOGUE
Prologue
Living Legacy
He did that a lot during my
childhood, to myself and my moth-
er, but I remember this one specific
time because it happened outside. I
rarely got to go outside at all, and
even when I did, I was usually
dragged back into the house before
the punishment started. This time,
whatever I had done – it may just
have been the fact that I was outside
at all – had so enraged my father
that he just began pummeling me
right there in the yard, at the base of
the old oak tree that I vaguely
remember trying to climb. I had my
eyes closed most of the time; the
beatings didn’t really hurt, but I
knew even then that letting my
father know that would be a bad
idea. But I remember opening my
eyes just a little, and seeing my
mother watch from the doorway.
She was crying, and I remember
wondering at the time if she was
crying for herself or for me, because
as sure as sunrise, a beating for me
meant one for her as well.
I still don’t know which it was.
The old village priest had been
uncomfortable letting me into the
church archives to begin with, and
seeing me start to weep didn’t reas-
sure him at all. I could tell by his
frown that he was trying to work up
the courage to ask me to leave, so I
quickly read the rest of the entry:
I never thought I would cry because of a book. For
that matter, I never thought I would cry again; I had wept
so much and so often during my miserable, lonely child-
hood that I honestly didn’t think I had any tears left. But
that one brief sentence in a small village’s Book of Days
was like a confirmation that my life was something more
than a meaningless exercise in pain and hatred, and so I
wept. Then I blinked the tears from my eyes and read it
again, just to make sure.
Goodwife Delayne, who had helped with the Deliverye,
told Father Ranwycke that the Chylde’s Skyn was as black as
Nyght and as scaled as a Serpent’s, and said also that it had
bitten her in the Hande as she pulled the Infant from the
Wombe. After blessynge the Wounde in the name of Beltyne,
Father Ranwycke immediately gathered several stoute and
devoute Menne of the Vyllage and led them to the House
of Lira Weaver, that he might determynne the Nature
of her Synne and have the Chylde destroyed ere
it do further Evylle. By the Tyme they arrived,
Mother and Chylde had fled into
the Nyght. The Menne searched for
the whole of the Nyght, but
the Synners were never
founde. Father
14 Vires 716 I.C.: Borne, to Lira Weaver, a Demon
Chylde, Name and Father unknowne.
My first clear memory is of being beaten by my
father.
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PROLOGUE
L IVING L EGACY
Ranwycke then led the Vyllage in Prayer for the Soule of the
Mother and for the safety of those whom her monstrous
Offsprynge might harme.
“Did you see him?” I said. “He looks like me.”
My mother’s eyes widened, and she looked out the
window at the stranger. I could hear my father yelling at
him to get off our property. She looked out at the stranger
for a moment, and then looked sadly down at me. “Oh,
darling, he’s not like you. He’s sick. He has a disease that
makes him look like that, he’s not…he’s not like you at
all.”
“Just a moment,” I said to the priest. “I need to find
one more thing.” He grimaced, and looked towards the
door as though wondering if he could get out before I
pounced on him and tore him to shreds. But he didn’t
stop me, which was the important part, and I flipped
back through the Book of Days until I found what I was
looking for, several months earlier.
I was genuinely scared at that point. My father came
in muttering about “damned lepers,” but I barely heard
him. “Am I sick?” I asked my mother.
“No,” she said, “you’re not sick, dearest.”
“Am I going to die?”
She bit her lip, then said, “Everybody is going to die
some day, sweetling, but that’s not going to happen to
you for a long, long time yet.”
But my father just looked at me, and I could almost
hear him thinking, that’s what she thinks.
Nocke – or Nock, as its inhabitants spelled it now,
those few of them who could read – was more of a village
than a town these days. It was on the eastern edge of
Sylvania, nestled in a small notch in the Corelathian
Mountains. Judging from a prominently displayed map in
the first tavern I came to, the town founders thought the
mountain range looked like an arrow, and the settlement
was built right where the notch for the imaginary bow-
string would be…hence the name. Terribly quaint, I’m
sure, but not too relevant to my purpose for being there.
“So,” the barkeep said to me, “you want to find out
about some fellow that lived here three hundred years
ago.”
“That’s right,” I said, pleased that he had finally man-
aged to understand at least that much of my inquiry.
“And all you know is his name?”
“His name, and the fact that he probably looked a lit-
tle unusual.”
“Ugly as sin, you mean.” he said. “Like you.” He
barked a laugh, and a few of the patrons echoed him.
I could feel my hands clench into fists below the bar,
out of his sight. Such a little, off-handed remark he had
made, the same sort of banter he probably exchanged
with his customers a dozen times a night. And yet, direct-
ed at me, it made me want to reach over the bar and grab
his fat, sweaty head by the ears and slam it into the bar
over and over and over…
Instead, I nodded, and forced a smile. “Maybe even
uglier.”
He laughed again at that, and nodded to me as
through respecting my ability to laugh at myself. I felt
oddly pleased, as though I had passed a test of some sort,
and then immediately felt angry at myself for caring what
this fat lummox thought of me.
“So who might know about something like that?” I
asked, trying to keep myself under control.
The barkeep scratched at his greasy chin and
thought, a skill he obviously hadn’t practiced much. One
of the patrons came to his rescue, however, suggesting
that I talk to “Old Pate in the Town Hall” who would pre-
sumably have access to whatever records the village still
28 Numen 715 I.C.: A straynge Traveler came to the
Vyllage near Sundowne, travelling on Foote and wearing a
heavy hooded Cloake that he would not remove. He did not
stop at the Churche to offer Prayer, but went straightaway to
the Inne, where he asked for Lodging for the Nyght. Boros the
Innkeepe saide that no Manne should stay the Nyght in his
Inne unless he revealed his Name, his Home and his Fayce.
The Straynger called himself Arryn, and claymed to have
come from the Towne of Nocke, but he would not pull downe
his Hoode, saying that a Manne with enough Sylver should be
able to keep his Fayce to himselfe. Boros then spat in the
Straynger’s Ayle, saying that he could keep his Fayce to him-
selfe somewhere other than his Inne. The Straynger growled at
that like an angry Dogge, but paid for his Ayle and lefte to
seek a Home willing to give him Shelter for the Nyght. Lira
Weaver took Pitye on him and said he could sleepe on her
Floore. He did this, and lefte the following Mornynge causing
no further Trouble.
“Thank you,” I told the priest, and flipped the book
closed. “One more question, and I’ll be on my way.” I
could see his hands shaking; I think he thought that I was
going to belch fire on him right there, or something. But
all I did was ask him the way to the “Towne of Nocke.”
My mother tried to hide it from me, but it was obvi-
ous from an early age that I was different. I couldn’t tell
what it was about my face that made her look sad, and
my father look disgusted, every time they looked at it,
but the knobby gray growths on the skin of my arms and
legs were obvious enough. One day when I was very
young, I was peeking out from behind the curtains – I
wasn’t allowed outside, even at that age – when I saw a
man coming up the dirt road past our cottage. I crouched
down below the windowsill, because no one else was ever
supposed to see me; the beating that I got after a passing
tinker caught a glimpse of me made that clear enough.
But I still peeked out over the sill, and as he got clos-
er, I could see that his face and hands were covered with
rough lumps of skin that looked a lot like those on my
arms. I got excited – was this some long-lost relative,
someone coming to take me away to see the world? In
my fascination, I began poking my head farther
and farther up, until a rapid and unexpected
shove from my mother got me out of sight.
“What are you doing?” she asked, in
that nervous tone she used whenev-
er I was doing something I
shouldn’t.
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