Metallonomicon
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Metallonomicon The Sacred Book of Metal A 5e supplement created by a headbanging Gnome Lackey Sample file Table Of Contents 1 Metallonomicon 2 Introduction 3 Origins and Myths 3.1 The Great Ending 3.2 Birth of the One 3.3 The Slaughter Begins 4 The Godcore 4.1 Worship 5 Creating a Character 5.1 Subclasses 5.1.1 Barbarian: Path of the Mosher 5.1.2 Bard: College of Metal 5.1.3 Paladin: Oath of the Corna 5.1.4 Warlock: The Godcore 5.2 Backgrounds 5.2.1 The Metalhead 6 Metal Focuses 6.1 Power Metal 6.1.1 Culture 6.1.2 Patron: The Blind Wolf 6.1.3 Cursed Warcore 6.2 Death Metal 6.2.1 Culture 6.2.2 Patron: The Rot Queen 6.2.3 Cursed Warcore 6.3 Glam Metal 6.3.1 Culture 6.3.2 Patron: The Twisted Witch 6.3.3 Cursed Warcore 7 Friends and Foes 7.1 Foes 7.1.1 Sanguine Saints 8 Creating a Metal Adventure 8.1 Adding to your Adventure 8.1.1 Hooks 8.2 Adventure: In the Shadows of Falsehood 9 Bestiary 9.1 Demons 9.1.1 Demon Princes 10 Magic Items 10.1 Guitar of the First Son Sample file Introduction I created this supplement as a way to mix two things that I’ve loved for a long time. Dungeons and Dragons has been part of my life since I was young. Yeah, I’m an old fart now, but man I remember making so many great memories: slaying griffins in one shot, taking on my first subclass: dwarven defender, and laughing with my friends as we stumbled through countless puzzles. It is truly a game to bring people together. Just like my other passion, metal. I got into metal around the same time. Primarily power, thrash, NWoBHM, and nu metal. Starting mostly with Iron Maiden, Metallica, Korn, and System of a Down. Followed, later, by a slew of power metal bands, like: Unleash the Archers, Powerwolf, and Gloryhammer. I was a relatively shy kid growing up, so I never got around to going to a concert, but I made friends over the music. They were always accepting of me even though I didn’t go to the concerts. So long as I liked the music, they didn’t care, and that is what makes the community so great. That’s what brought me to the keyboard to make this. Ever since I started listening to metal, I’ve always been stumped as to why there hasn’t been a metal-like subclass, or college for the bard, in Dungeons and Dragons. It has simply boggled my mind; it fits so well! Maybe it was too niche? I don’t know, but I wanted something more formal than all the half-assed variations my friends and I thought of. Thus, I present to you the following pages of thoughts and ideas I have used over the ages to fill that void. Additionally, I will most likely continue to edit this doc as more and more constructive criticism comes in. As I know that some of this stuff hasn’t been playtested, or was made when I was a younger power leveling fool. More importantly, I have more ideas for the future. For instance, building out the different focuses, adding in some form of piety (similar to what is in the Dungeons and Dragons Theros book), monsters, magic items, and actual micro-adventures. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy what I have so far. If not, at least I finally got it down on paper and it’s not just rattling around in my brain anymore. With that being said, enjoy! Sample file Origins and Myths he origins of metal are shrouded in myth. A At the center of the sigil, the Wailing One, the highest clouded tale of destructive wars, a darkstar, ranking priestess of the Voice, used her own life to recite the men ascending to godhood, and demons final incantation of the spell. It consumed her body, along lurking in the dark. The bards sing these tales with all her followers, and created a great flame that drew in in taverns, on streets, and in dark woods far the hollows. When the roiling flame met their antithetical and wide. However, not all believe the words energy, a thunderous wave burst through the multiverse that Tsung. Some are skeptical. They watch on the caused even the great beings of the outer planes to turn their sidelines, and don’t participate in the ceremonies. Although, if attention to the material realm. Yet, as the omniscient ones they were to enter the pit, they may see that the gods of metal looked upon existence, they were met by an emptiness they are, in fact, real. Leaving it up to them to determine whether had never seen before. It piqued their interest for a moment, they want to construct their own truths, or listen to the bard’s but in the end anything outside their sacred planes was tales beginning with the great ending. nothing but a means to an end for them. A chessboard for them to play out their own schemes and plans. Their grand designs had nothing to do with this emptiness; they would The Great Ending deal with it when they were finished with their own missions. Legend has it that in time memoriam, when the multiverse When the energy from the wave dissipated so did their was so overcrowded that there was planar overlap, a great interest, and the cosmic cycle went on. war erupted across the cosmos. Albeit as it may, the gap in the material plane was not During this age, an interplanar cabal known as the Voice, empty. The silent nothingness was nothing but a blanket to cut corners to learn how to warp reality into their image of protect the pocket dimension known as the Void, which paradise. While a caucus of intellectuals, known as the sheltered the being born from the Great Ending, reality’s sole Seekers, used knowledge and science to bend it to their will. darkstar, Thraxander. It was when these two opposing forces met that bloodshed was first spilled. The Voice who roistered in reality’s secrets, saw the others as a sacrilegious lot bent on forcing creation Birth of the One to be its drone. The Seekers who sought simply to improve For eons, Thraxander sat in the empty womb of the Void. Like their own existence, saw the others as a primitive culture that an infant it floated around opening its consciousness to the stumbled upon a science they mistook as a pious gift, and cosmos. Yet it felt nothing. It sensed only the Void. Until there sought to hinder their progress. They first clashed on an was something else. Something that shattered the silence. A untouched and foreign plane, where the Voice sought to mold strange sound. A series of shrieks in quick succession. Each the virgin soil into something worthy of their vision. While melodical vibration passed through the membrane of the below them, the Seekers had already made contact with the Void and made its way to the darkstar. Like a moth to the denizens living there, and were cataloguing the flora and flame, Thraxander was drawn to it. It let the vibrations guide fauna. Their research was cut short when the skies rained it, and simultaneously used its power to pull the source shadow and light, forcing the Seekers to take to the skies through time and space into the realm of the Void. What aboard their interplanar frigates, and face the Voice’s floating emerged mesmerized it. It also immediately died. The citadels. Mountains were crushed, innocents were burned, vacuum of the Void tore the life from its body, but that did not and the only resolution was the utter destruction of the plane. stop Thraxander. It continuously pulled it back from death, Countless decades passed as the war bled from one place and studied its anatomy. Peeling back its flesh to see the to the next. The two fought to end each other, and their organs function for a moment. It sought the sound, but the malice destroyed any plane unfortunate enough to suffer creature would not give it up in those writhing moments of through their onslaught. Until finally the Voice’s true mission agony. The darkstar eventually came to the conclusion that it was revealed. The many breaches, rifts, and alterations in would need to create an environment where the creature existence caused by the war, formed a large sigil that could live for more than ten seconds to study it. Willing into activated the most sacred spells of the Voice. It was known as existence the penumbral plane, it placed its test subject there the Great Ending. At the intersecting points of the cosmic and gave it life once more. The creature let out cries of agony design, the multitude of lost souls created breaches in reality as the darkstar subjected it to a multitude of tests. Yet the to the higher and lower planes. Accessing the two planes in cries did not match the cosmic vibrations from before. such a manner created powerful vortexes that wrenched Frustrated, the darkstar relented and stitched the fabric of energy into the material plane. The mixture of these the creature back together, but as it laid there weeping, opposing forces created cosmic entities known as hollows, Thraxander felt something strange. It was a fleeting image of sentient beings made of pure antimatter.