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Blood and Fists brings the action of the Martial Arts genre into your d20 System game. With new archetypes like the Martial Arts Master, the Contemplative Master, and the Badass Barroom Brawler, Martial Arts Styles from around the world, and over 100 new feats. This d20 supplement gives you everything you need to bring exotic fighting styles to your game. From Aikido to Zen, Blood and Fists has it!
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Blood and Fists by Charles Rice Designer: Charles Rice Editing: Eric Rountree. Cover Art: Jeremy Simmons Interior Art: Chris Martinez Layout: Chris Davis Creative Director: Chris Davis Playtesting and Editing: Carrie Baize, Charles Baize, Corey Hodges, Ryan Kelly, Edward Lennon, Paula Rice, Josh Roehm d20 Modern(tm) is a trademark of Wizards of the Coast, Inc., a subsidiary of Hasbro, Inc., and is used with permission. Dungeons & Dragons(R) and Wizards of the Coast(R) are registered trademarks of Wizards of the Coast, Inc., a subsidiary of Hasbro, Inc., and are used with permission. Requires the use of a Roleplaying Game Core Book published by Wizards of the Coast, Inc. The ‘d20 System’ and the ‘d20 System’ logo are Trademarks owned by Wizards of the Coast and are used according to the terms of the d20 System License version 1.0a. A copy of this License can be found at www.wizards.com. Portions of this work are derived from the d20 System Reference Document. Visit our Website: www.RPGObjects.com Table of Contents Introduction Classes Bad-Ass Barroom Brawler Contemplative Master Martial Arts Master Skills Feats General Feats Martial Arts Styles Martial Arts Maneuvers Signature Maneuvers Ki Feats Martial Arts Mastery Mastery Definitions Martial Arts Weapons The Hanmei Epilogue Appendix 1: Feats Open Game License Copyright 2003 © RPG Objects. All rights Reserved. Visit our web site at www.RPGObjects.com. 2 3 3 4 6 8 9 9 10 21 27 33 35 40 42 50 56 58 61 Blood AND fists 2 Introduction Hanging up the phone, Brianna sank down into the tub, letting the water cover her completely. The men were laughing. “Look, sweetness, you want no part of this. This isn’t daddy’s dojo in Fresno. Got it?” Brianna brought her knees up to her chest one at a time, then, while each knee was still against her chest that leg went straight up into the air. Both feet on the ground, she doubled over backward, placing her hands flat on the ground. After holding this position for a few seconds, during which time her back popped—out of shape, too much time over a typewriter at the paper—she brought her legs up, held the handstand for a few seconds, then went over the rest of the way. She moved her head from side to side, momentarily resting an ear on each shoulder—and causing her neck to pop both times—then tied her long chestnut hair back into a ponytail and stepped out of her shoes. The men were no longer laughing. “Look, is this a date, or what? I made all the right ‘contributions’ to the old folks’ home. I thought you boys liked to party.” The men formed a circle around her. One stepped forward, his sadistic grin showing the teeth he had lost in previous streetfighting. “All right, Cutie. I promise to be gentle.” Brianna smiled. “That doesn’t work for me, sugar.” The punk never saw the snap-kick—or the circle kick that robbed his smile of another tooth—but he managed to throw himself out of the way of the jump kick that would have snapped his head back into oblivion. The men surrounding them starting screaming as if on cue, with the men in the back—the hard-looking Japanese men with the bulges in their jackets, the men she was actually here to meet—taking bets. “What the fuck was that?!?” Brianna smiled again, her sweet southern drawl mocking the man on the ground. “That’s Hapkido, darlin’. Did you miss the lecture on Korean history at the museum last week?” She mov