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by Charles Rice

Cover Art

Jeremy Simmons

Interior Art

Chris Martinez

Editing

Eric Rountree

Layout

David Jarvis

Playtesting

Carrie Baize, Charles

Baize, Corey Hodges,

Ryan Kelly, Edward

Lennon, Paula Rice,

Josh Roehm

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Introduction

circle around him, keeping her eyes on the throng

surrounding her to make sure no one wanted to join

the “party.”

The man sprang to his feet, spitting out a

mouthful of blood, which caught one of the

spectators right in the face. The man growled and

surged forward, but a voice in the back hissed

something, and he froze in his tracks.

Good. This might be the Hanmei after all.

Five hours later, back in her hotel room, Brianna

slipped into a long-overdue hot bath, working

out strain in muscles long left unused. Before

surrendering altogether to the hot water, she

picked up her cell phone and hit the speed dial.

“Constitution. Do you know the extension of the

party you’re trying to reach?”

Brianna’s mind was already fogging over, but she

managed to mumble “868.”

“Hello, this is Foreign Affairs Editor Jim Philby.

I’m not at my desk right now, but leave me a

message, and I’ll return your call as soon as time

permits.”

“Jim. Bri. I’m in.”

Hanging up the phone, Brianna sank down into

the tub, letting the water cover her completely.

because of the ﬂash and charisma of guys named

Jackie and Jet. These movies were about more than

kicking and punching. Not a lot more, granted,

but they did introduce audiences to the styles, the

histories and the philosophies of authentic martial

arts.

This is the world Blood and Fists tries to bring into

your weekly True20 game. Here, while attack and

defense strategies are certainly a part of the game, a

martial arts style becomes as much of a role-playing

choice as anything else. Tae Kwon Do and Savate

might be mechanically similar, but a character

who spent years training to be a master of one will

have a different mindset than a character who has

become a master of the other.

But enough of my musings. Let’s get started with

the kicking shall we? Welcome to Blood and Fists, I

hope you have an much fun playing with these rules

as I did writing them.

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 moved in a slow

- Chuck

Welcome to the True20 edition of Blood and Fists.

This is the third one of these introductions I’ve

written for this book so I should be getting pretty

good at it right? But enough about that, we’re here

to talk about martial arts.

Not the generic kind where you use “Hard Martial

Arts” which is a feat that grants you a damage

bonus and not much else. Nor the kind where

you use “Kick Attack A” and hope your opponent

doesn’t counter with “Blocking Defense C” and you

realize you’ve just turned your weekly RPG into a

rock-paper-scissors tournament.

No, this book is about the legendary ﬁsts that have

thrilled Hong Kong and American movie-goers in

the 70’s when some guys named Bruce and Chuck

became legends. Of late, this same genre of movies

have enjoyed a resurgence of popularity, this time

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Chapter 1: Martial Arts Archetypes

This section presents the

archetypes commonly found in

martial arts ﬁction, including

movies, comics and novels.

pack of unﬁltereds, he watched as the other toughs

tried, without success, to get the biker to stand.

He was about to light a smoke, but he suddenly

changed his mind. He tossed the cigarette pack into

the truck and barreled towards the action again,

grabbing two of the onlookers and smashing their

heads together. “All right then, who else’s sorry ass

do I have to kick? Huh?”

One of the spectators had gone down, and Max

drew back to kick him like he had the biker, when

the handlers grabbed him again. “All right! All

right! You win! You win!”

Max shrugged his shoulders, simultaneously

dislodging the thugs.

“Whatever. Look, is there a secret handshake or

something? I’m thirsty.”

One of the Japanese men, the one who spoke

English, stepped forward and handed him a card. It

had two numbers on it.

“What the hell is this, your phone number? I

don’t want a date, Hop Sing.”

“It is a time and a ﬂight number. The next stage of

the Hanmei takes place in Hong Kong.

Jitsu, Burmese Boxing, Capoeira, Kajukenbo, Knife

Fighting, Professional Wrestling, School of Hard

Knocks

Recommended Skills : Drive, Intimidate,

Knowledge (streetwise), Sense Motive

Brawler

Contemplative

Master

Max watched the two ﬁghting men, then turned

away in disgust. As he walked over to his beat-up

truck, he glanced at the little Japanese twerps that

ran these “qualiﬁers.” He could feel their eyes on

him as he reached in through the passenger window

and pulled out a beer. Grinning at the closest one,

Max stared right into his eyes as he opened the

bottle with his teeth.

“Mr. Riggs, that might not be the best idea. You

only get one attempt to qualify.”

Max spit out the cap and took a long swig of his

beer. “What, you think I need to be sober to beat

those guys?”

Suddenly the crowd split open, and one of the

two men was on the ground. The other, the big bald

asshole with the Nazi tattoos all over his chest, was

glaring at Max. “Don’t ever talk about me, hick.”

Max growled, the veins of his thick neck

bulging as he surged forward. The Japanese

handlers were yelling. Max smashed the huge

man right across the face with the bottle, ignoring

the spray of beer and blood that showered him as

he grabbed the biker’s crotch with one hand and

his goatee with the other, upending him and pile-

driving him right into the pavement.

As the toughs who enforced the rules tried to

drag him away, Max kicked the downed biker with

his steel toe. “You listening, you ignorant fuck?!?

Good. Don’t ever call me a hick!”

Max spit on the man and walked back toward his

truck. The head handler ran over. “No weapons! No

Weapons! That one doesn’t count!”

Max laughed, then frowned, seeing that the biker

had made him waste his last beer. Taking out his

The spectators whispered, wondering what the two

men were saying. Usually these little affairs were

fun, like something out of a movie. Instead, the old

man was talking to the handlers in Japanese, and—

unusual for them—they appeared to be showing him

a great deal of deference. Finally, however, the head

handler, with apparent reluctance, shook his head in

a ﬁrm “No.”

The ring of onlookers rippled and parted as a

young man in Air Force fatigues pushed through.

“Look, old man,” he said in disgust, “some of us

have business to attend to here, you know?”

The old man turned, looking up at the much

larger American. “I am not here to ﬁght. I am

looking for my daughter. I heard she was here.”

The young soldier coughed, grinning. “I know a

lot of Japanese girls. Maybe I know her.”

The old man turned his back on the soldier,

again speaking to the handlers in low tones, their

Japanese unintelligible. The men again began

shaking their heads, almost sadly.

“Hey, old man, don’t turn your back on me.”

The soldier grabbed the old man by the shoulder,

intending to spin him around, but the old man

reached up and grabbed his hand, in the center,

with only two ﬁngers. Suddenly the soldier was on

his knees, writhing in agony. The old man twisted

his arm behind his back, placed one foot on it,

and casually pinned the large man to the ground.

Penetrating gray eyes raked the crowd as the ﬁrst

hint of impatience entered the old man’s voice.

The Brawler character is a baaaaaaaaad man. He’s

the kind of guy who rides the subway at night

because it’s soothing. He has usually not been

formally trained in any ﬁghting style, but not too

many people are willing to tell him that.

Recommended Role : Expert

Recommended Feats (feats in italics are new feats

described below ): All-Out Attack, Attack Focus,

Banter, Body Blow, Box Ears , Crippling Strike,

Defensive Roll, Elbow Slam, Eye Gouge , Improved

Critical, Improved Grab, Improved Strike,

Improved Trip, Inspire (Fear), Parry Focus, Sneak

Attack, Startle, Stunning Attack

Recommended Martial Arts Styles ( note that

styles are still feats, they are listed separately for

convenience): Bear, Boar, Boxing, Brazilian Jiu

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The Contemplative Master has devoted his life to

the mastery of the physical and mental discipline of

one style of the martial arts. However, this character

also seeks to master the inner spirit, or Ki.

In a typical campaign, the Contemplative Master

is a defensive ﬁghter who does not start ﬁghts but

ﬁnishes them and is a member of the Expert role.

In cinematic campaigns allowing a limited use

of Supernatural Powers, this character takes the

Adept role and is a master of his Ki. In the fantastic

campaign a character with this role is a Wuxia

master allowing him to ﬂy through the air and even

project his Ki into blasts of elemental damage.

Fu, Kendo, Kyokushin Karate, Kyudo, Lucha Libre,

Pa-Kua, Pentjak Silat, T’ai-Chi Chuan, Ying Jow

Recommended Skills: Concentration, Diplomacy,

Sense Motive, Stealth

Martial Arts

Master

“New Contest.”

Kimmy stepped into the center of the ring,

ignoring the snickers. Stretching, she watched her

opponent shrug off his jacket to go bare-chested in

the cool night air. He squatted low several times,

swinging his arms back and forth, military tattoos

rippling on his wiry frame. He was watching her,

too, his eyes never wandering from her, and his gaze

made the hairs on the back of Kimmy’s neck stand

up.

Stop being a Daddy’s girl.

She walked over to the man, extending her hand.

“Kimmy.”

He just nodded at her proffered hand, still

not taking his eyes off her. “Marcel Bontecou.”

His French accent was so thick she could barely

understand him. It was almost funny, in a way, like

something you’d hear in a bad movie.

Then he stood up, smiling at her. She was barely

ﬁve feet, and he wasn’t much bigger. He was bald

with bushy eyebrows and some sort of scar on his

chin.

“Begin.”

Suddenly the smile was gone. The man began

bouncing on his toes, dancing around her. He

looked wired. Manic. Suddenly, his leg snaked out.

Kimmy darted back with the agility of a cat, but he

still grazed her.

Right on the inside of her knee.

The pain exploded through her leg, and the wind

was sucked out of her lungs. She made the mistake

of giving into her reﬂex and reaching down for her

leg, balancing on one foot.

Marcel dropped down like a dancer, planting his

hands on the ground and swinging both legs around

“I am not here to ﬁght. I am Ishinomori

Katsumoto. My daughter is named Brianna. I am

looking for her. This is not the place for her.”

The handler stepped forward, handing the old

man a card. “This is where your daughter is,

Sensei.”

The old man took his foot off the soldier’s arm.

The soldier gasped, trying to move it, but it just

hung limp, numb, and useless from his shoulder.

Katsumoto ﬁxed the handler with his gaze, and

his voice was steel. “You gave one of these to my

daughter.”

The young handler nodded, unable to speak.

The old man turned and walked away.

Recommended Role : Expert (Adept in cinematic

and fantastic campaigns)

Recommended Feats (feats in italics are

new feats described below): Animal Empathy,

Assessment, Blind-Fight, Canny Dodge, Dedicated,

Defensive Attack, Dodge Focus, Hip Throw ,

Improved Defense, Improved Disarm, Improved

Throw, Improved Trip, Leg Sweep, Light Sleeper,

Mind Over Body (only in cinematic martial arts

campaigns), Momentum Throw, Subtle Power (only

in fantastic martial arts campaigns) , Uncanny

Dodge.

Recommended Supernatural Powers (only in

cinematic or fantastic martial arts campaigns):

Body Control (only in cinematic campaigns) ,

Calm (only in cinematic campaigns), Combat

Sense (only in cinematic campaigns), Elemental

Aura ( only in fantastic campaigns ), Elemental

Blast ( only in fantastic campaigns ), Enhance

Ability ( only in fantastic campaigns ), Enhance

Senses ( only in cinematic campaigns ), Nature

Reading ( only in cinematic campaigns ), Pain ( only

in cinematic campaigns ), Psychic Weapon ( only

in fantastic campaigns ), Wind Shaping ( only in

fantastic campaigns ), Wind Walk ( only in fantastic

campaigns )

Recommended Martial Arts Styles (note that

styles are still feats, they are listed separately for

convenience) : Aikido, Burmese Bando, Chi Kung,

Eastern Wrestling, Fencing- Spanish, Hsing-I Kung

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to knock Kimmy’s one good leg out from under

her. Before she even hit the ground, he was up and

dancing around her again, smiling as she tried in

vain to locate him. He loved this. Kimmy could tell.

He missed it, even. Too much, perhaps.

“Are you crying? So delicate. Like a butterﬂy.

Marcel loves to hunt butterﬂies.”

Don’t cry. You cry too easily, Kimmy.

Kimmy could hear her father’s voice in her head.

God, she hated that voice. She wanted to yell at

him when he got like that. He’d wanted a son. She

wished he could have admitted it, just once. But no.

He had other ways of showing his disapproval.

A shadow. A glimpse out of the corner of her eye.

Kimmy rolled, and the Frenchman’s foot landed

beside her head. Right where her neck had been.

He’s going to kill me.

Kimmy moved on instinct. Stop looking for him.

You can feel where he is, anyway.

A scuff of a sneaker. In her world, so contracted,

the sound was like a car skidding on a rain-slick

road. No crowd. Just her and the maniac. Her hand

snaked out and caught a pant leg.

Kimmy pulled like her life depended on it.

Another thud. This one much louder. Kimmy rolled

away from it, onto her feet.

She went down again just as quickly, grimacing in

pain as her knee gave out.

Marcel was up again immediately. “Butterﬂy has

some spark, hmm?” He licked his lips at her failed

attempt to get up again.

Can’t ﬂy on a broken wing.

Kimmy saw him coming toward her again.

Straight toward her. No dancing this time. She

tested her ankle—the one he’d knocked from under

her—as she crouched on the pavement. Still works.

She drove herself forward on one leg right into

Marcel’s midsection. She felt the air rushing out of

him, but he rolled with her movement, pitching her

away as he went down.

She punched him in the groin as she hit the

ground, and she heard him cry out in pain and

surprise.

Reﬂexively, he kicked her, the point of his shoe

hitting her right in the temple. The streetlights

seemed to stretch and swirl. Why was Daddy

practicing her so hard, anyway? She hated the dojo.

Hated the history. Especially hated him.

Wait. Maybe this was her rape prevention class.

That was it. Kick to the groin. What’s wrong with

my leg? Eye gouge. Ridgehand to the throat.

She couldn’t sleep yet. She had an exam

tomorrow. Daddy would kill her if she didn’t get

honors.

The Martial Arts Master has devoted his life to

mastery of the physical and mental disciplines of

one style of martial arts. Characters who take this

class will generally refer to themselves by their

Style name (Aikido Master, Karate Master, etc.).

Recommended Role : Warrior

Recommended Feats (feats in italics are

new feats described below) : Accurate Attack,

Attack Focus, Attack Specialization, Body Blow,

Counterstrike, Flying Kick , Greater Attack Focus,

Greater Attack Specialization, Heel Kick, Hip

Throw, Improved Strike, Leg Sweep , Parry Focus,

Seize Initiative, Thigh Kick , Tough, Weapon Bind,

Weapon Break

Recommended Martial Arts Styles (note that

styles are still feats, they are listed separately

for convenience) : Animal-Imitating Chuan Fa,

Arnis, Banshay, Boxing, Capoeira, Cobra, Dragon,

Drunken Master, Eagle, Fencing- French, Fencing-

Italian, Gatka, Goju-Ryu Karate, Hapkido, Hwa

Rang Do, Iaijutsu, Jeet Kune Do, Jujutsu, Kemjutsu,

Kobujutsu, Kuk Sool Won, Kung Fu, Savate, Shao-

Lin Kung Fu, Shotokan Karate, TaeKwonDo, Wing

Chun

Recommended Skills : Acrobatics, Intimidate,

Jump, Stealth

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