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| - Knights Of The Blade is a setting created by Captain Chaos, which consists of a vast array of background information and a few interconnected vignettes but has not yet taken form in the public eye. It is the story of one man on a mission- not to mention the massive army backing him up which consists of about two thirds of the human race. Said army is called the Sons of the Dagger. Formed in the late 21st Century following World War III, they are a multi-national, incredibly well-equipped, highly-trained, fiercely determined, and all-around Badass Army dedicated to defending humankind and it's holdings from Aliens and Monsters, The Legions of Hell or what have you, and generally try to prevent The End of the World as We Know It and any sort of Apocalypse How at any and all costs. They are led by Lord Dagger, the aforementioned man on a mission, called as such because he is all of the above (Er... except for the multinational part. He's white. Very white.), barely contained by a very Badass Longcoat. Should he take it off, the enemies of humankind are royally fucked. Through the power of Lego Genetics, every member of this organization, known amongst themselves as The Order, is gifted with superhuman abilities of strength, toughness, speed, immunity to disease, aging and what have you, rendering the enhanced individual effectively immortal. They can be killed, though it takes a herculean effort. Redshirt Army? Please. We've got no time for such nonsense. If you are a member of the Sons of The Dagger, you are by admittance a Badass and have a good chance of being Crazy Awesome, or at the very least Crazy Prepared. You've got Powered Armor, big guns, big swords, and if you like, both at once. Or perhaps you prefer two swords? Maybe you've got An Axe to Grind or want to Drop the Hammer? Maybe you're more the two gun type? Trust me, you're not compensating for anything. Anyone who says otherwise is a Jerkass. Maybe you're not a fighter. It's cool, we won't judge. Every army needs support staff. Help fight evil by healing the troops, fixing their gear or making science happen. Whatever you do, you're gonna do it damn well, because that's how The Order rolls. Perhaps these guys sound like a bunch of Mary Sues to you. Maybe. *sniff* Maybe. But when half the galaxy is out for our hides, suddenly those Boring Invincible Heroes aren't so dull anymore. You are about to embark upon the great crusade. This is humanity's struggle for survival writ large, but make no mistake, it's going to be awesome. If War Is Hell, then you need hellish soldiers to fight it. The Rule of Cool is your greatest weapon. Space Is an Ocean, and you're the Captain of the Starship Badass. Forget The War on Terror, we've got trained counter-terrorism operatives! Forget the Zombie Apocalypse, we've got flamethrowers and chainsaws! Forget Perpetual Poverty, we've got lots of cash! That Horde of Alien Locusts? We'll we'll roll right over 'em! Forget Chaste Heroes, it's the Free-Love Future! Forget about grim darkness and evil space communists too! This is war, in color! This is an army of superheroes versus everybody! And humanity always wins! This... game? movie? book? Who knows. Whatever it is, it has a Character Sheet.
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