SWORDSFALL - AN AFROPUNK SCI-FANTASY SETTING
Swordsfall is a setting born from a mixture of love and frustration with fantasy lore. The focus point of a lot of the Low or High Fantasy that we have come accustomed to all has a distinct Eurocentric flavor to it.
It's been something that a lot of us have grown up with and enjoyed over the years.
The Killer Krew Full Illustration
A Killer Krew. A Tight Krew
The whole krew is together for the first time in a beautiful illustration! Brought to you by the amazing T'umo Mere in full and rich color.
So here they are, taking over the seas and hearts!
Being the head of the largest pirate organization of the seas doesn’t mean you can just lounge while others work. For the Captain of Heaven’s Fall, the cryptic Nubia, the best way to stay grounded is to get your hands dirty. When she was a young girl and just a cog in Heaven’s Fall ship cleaning crew, she had heard countless stories of pillaging and robbing. Whether it be by land or by sea. The most thrilling parts of piracy. When she ascended to the pirate throne, she had her hands full with resurrecting the ailing organization. Now with the group of cutthroats more powerful than ever, the leader of chaos was free to seek her own goals. To handle these personal, secretive jobs she needed a small but trustworthy crew. Living as the boss had its own set of difficulties when it came to trust, so the shrewd woman combed her fleet for killers she could count on when her the stakes were high.
In the year 6 A.R, Nubia started a small trip around her biggest ships, sending out messages to all the sub-captains. Show me the best your lot has to offer, was all the message said. Eager to impress the cold Captain, each ship commander polished and primed their best warriors. Promotions were in their eyes as they presented what they felt to be their sharpest killer. To Nubia, it was all the same dumb meat she had seen day after day. For her personal entourage, she needed a special something you wouldn’t just find in any old oceanic meathead. With each visit, she would listen to each sub-captains groveling and eye over their presented champion. Usually with clear disdain practically gleaming from her bald head. After the 5th weak and disappointing showing, Nubia spied a small woman glaring at her from the corner of the deck. She matched the woman’s steely gaze with equal determination.
After a moment she asked one of the sub-captains who the quiet figure in the corner was. Alara was her name, and she wasn’t on the list to show, her one-armed status had made her an outcast among outcast. Nubia dismissed the shortsighted men as she knew what exactly what that look was. It was the same she saw gazing back at her when gazing in the mirror.
TOO KOOL FOR THEM
The deal Nubia offered her was simple. Beat one of the champions brought to her that day, and she’d consider the one-armed bandit as a candidate. Alara beat all the candidates day. Single-handedly. The wily nature and quick thinking of the supposedly handicapped woman were clear. Clear that they had underestimated her, another obvious reason for Heaven’s Fall decline under the previous Captainship. As Alara knelt in front of Nubia, drenched in the blood of the men she had beaten unconscious, the other sub-captains were sealed silent. They had not only failed to impress the captain but ended up exposing their shortcomings. As Nubia ignored their pleas, she turned to Alara and simply asked her, “Are their more like you in this fleet.” The quiet woman nodded yes, the kind of curt and exact response the Pirate Lord favored. From that day on Alara was the right hand to the Captain of Heaven’s Fall. And together they would spend the next few months traveling across the fleet, picking the most unusual of pirates hiding amongst the average ones.
The disturbingly quiet Alara did indeed have her finger to the pulse of Heaven's Fall gossip. She was able to think of a few candidates off the top of her head. The parameters were simple. They had to be non-conventional, skillful and most importantly, loyal. Heaven's Fall was a crew she could trust, within reason. But Nubia wanted a level of loyalty deeper than the norm. Her goals required a crew that wouldn't blink twice at taking an order. From that point on it was Alara that did the headhunting. Within a year the duo had found the other two members to fill out the four-person squad. Nivan was the next member to be scouted to the team, her cold attitude and swift hands stirred up feelings of familiarity with Nubia. La'Skrin was perhaps the most unusual pick of the bunch. The enormous slab of a man stood over 2 meters tall with shoulders that looked like they could support the very world. Lastly, and perhaps most important to Nubia, is the Brood eagle, Bloodhawk. The sharp-eyed eagle never strays far from the Captain's side. A diverse crew, all fiercely loyal to each other and the king of the seas, Nubia.