There's a natural, inherent appreciation in the back parts of the human mind for well-weighted sticks. It's just an evolutionary advantage to know a good bludgeoning stick when you see one. We never needed to move past that. Swords? Maces? Bullshit. Baby piss tools for weak people who can't kill with an honest piece of wood. They wouldn't survive for a day if things really got bad. You're like a druid, in a way, crossed with a fighting-man. You eschew weapons so you can club people to death with tree branches and table legs more effectively. GLOG CLASS: STICK FIGHTER A: Favorites, Spoil the Rod B: Fought with Sticks and Stones C: Wands, +1 Attack per Turn D: Bite Down and Pray to God Starting Skills (1d3): 1. Druid washout. 2. Bar brawler. 3. Carpenter. Starting Equipment: Four Light sticks, a Light knife for whittlin', and some rough homespun clothing. You get +1 to-hit with sticks for each template of Stick Fighter you have. Sticks are not a strongly-d

 Everyone wants more than what they have. You aren't exempt, you stupid liar freak. Go on, take your pick: 1. A hollow lump of sandstone, about as big as a balled fist, with something inside that scrabbles around when shaken. Put it to your ear, and it whispers in a voice choked by dust: It's so dry in here. Bring rain to the desert.   Give me life.  This is an  entombed familiar, a special little geomantic trinket. Cut your palm--or crush a bunch of ants in your hand, it loves ants--and hold the stone; the voice inside will guide you towards the closest naturally-occuring source of precious metals, oil, or other valuable resources. It also has a talent for civic planning and interior design, although it views these fields through a distinctly mystic lense- it's a big fan of ley lines and cosmic currents, and will probably start cursing you out if you so much as mention things like "zoning". If you break the rock open, all that's inside is some dust and the i