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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

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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

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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

lat 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 streetighting. “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 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.”

The d20 Modern Roleplaying Game handles martial

arts well enough for games that focus on gunplay,

driving, criminal shenanigans, getting your brain eaten

by zombies, and all that other fun stuff, but in these

games, combat with weapons is a preference, and a skill

in unarmed combat is developed as a fallback position

in case you are disarmed. Many people, however, enjoy

watching movies with Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan, Jean-

Claude van Damme, and others that feature a decided

focus on unarmed combat. Blood and Fists allows you

to bring these kinds of combat situations into your d20

Modern game. In addition to two-isted, two-footed

action scenes, Blood and Fists also gives you new rules

for the more mystical side of the martial arts, abilities

like Ki and Zen.

Blood and Fists begins with three advanced classes

to round out the selection offered in the d20 Modern

Roleplaying . Two of these, the Martial Arts Master and

the Contemplative Master, are offered as alternatives to

the d20 Modern Martial Artist advanced class. Following

these classes, a section with three new skills, plus one or

two new uses for existing skills, is offered.

Next is the heart of Blood and Fists : the new feats.

Blood and Fists presents over one-hundred new feats

to augment the martial arts rules presented in the d20

Modern Roleplaying Game . These feats are broken down

into several categories, including: Martial Arts Styles,

representing over thirty real styles to replace the generic

martial arts feats in the d20 Modern Roleplaying Game ;

Martial Arts Maneuvers, representing the specialized and

advanced moves learned by the dedicated martial artist;

Signature Maneuvers, representing the exotic moves and

stances found in some styles; and lastly, the Power of Ki,

which brings Ki into the game as a new form of FX.

The next section presents new weapons and weapon

rules from nations around the world, broken down

culturally and geographically.

Following this, Blood and Fists presents a section

on the Martial Arts Campaign, which presents Martial

Arts Campaign Themes. A Theme is somewhat like

the Campaign Models presented in the d20 Modern

Roleplaying Game , except that Themes may come and

go through the course of the campaign.

Blood and Fists concludes with the Hanmei , a

tournament run by a mysterious Chinese businessman,

a tournament where qualifying takes place in the back-

alleys of California, Japan, and Hong Kong, and where

the inal rounds take place in the penthouse gardens of

Japan’s elite. GMs may enter their PCs into the Hanmei

as an action-illed adventure to ind out who is the best,

or the characters may investigate the Hanmei’s darker

secrets. The Hanmei section presents martial artists of

every description, and the GM may use these characters

as recurring allies and adversaries in the campaign even

if he does not use the Hanmei.

Chapter 1:

Classes

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 pack of

uniltereds, 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 light number. The next stage of the

Hanmei takes place in Hong Kong.

This section presents three new

advanced classes for d20 Modern

games. The Bad-Ass Barroom

Brawler is a wild, undisciplined ighter

who relies on anger, brute strength, and

dirty tricks to win his battles. The Contemplative Master

explores the mystical side of the martial arts, learning the

subtle yet powerful mysteries of Ki and pressure points.

The Martial Arts Master is the living embodiment of his

style, learning its maneuvers and mastering them to a

degree few characters can match.

Bad-Ass Barroom

Brawler

Max watched the two ighting 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

“qualiiers.” 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

The Bad-Ass Barroom 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 ighting style, but not too

many people are willing to tell him that.

Requirements

To qualify to become a Bad-Ass Barroom Brawler, a

character must fulill the following criteria.

Base Attack Bonus: +3.

Feats: Brawl, Streetighting.

Reputation

Bonus

1 st +1 +2 +0 +0 Rage 1/day +1 +0

2 nd +2 +3 +0 +0 Bonus Feat +1 +0

3 rd +3 +3 +1 +1 Cheap Shot +1d6 +2 +1

4 th +4 +4 +1 +1 Bonus Feat +2 +1

5 th +5 +4 +1 +1 Rage 2/day +3 +1

6 th +6 +5 +2 +2 Cheap Shot +2d6 +3 +2

7 th +7 +5 +2 +2 Bonus Feat +4 +2

8 th +8 +6 +2 +2 Bonus Feat +4 +2

9 th +9 +6 +3 +3 Cheap Shot +3d6 +5 +3

10 th +10 +7 +3 +3 Rage 3/day +5 +3

Fort Save Ref Save Will Save Special

Defense

Bonus

Table 1-1: The Bad-Ass Barroom Brawler

Level

Base

Attack

or run) for the duration of that encounter. The Bad-

Ass Barroom Brawler can only ly into a rage once per

encounter, and only a certain number of times per day

(determined by level). Entering a rage takes no time

itself, but the Bad-Ass Barroom Brawler can only do it

during his action.

Bonus Feat: The Bad-Ass Barroom Brawler gains

a bonus feat at 2 nd , 4 th , 7 th , and 8 th level. The feat must

be selected from the following list, and the character

must meet the feat’s prerequisites to select it : Box Ears,

Cleave, Elbow Slam, Endurance, Frightful Presence,

Great Fortitude, Haymaker, Head Butt, Improved Brawl,

Improved Bull Rush, Improved Damage Threshold,

Improvised Weapon Proiciency, Kidney Punch, Power

Attack, Simple Weapon Proiciency, Toughness.

Cheap Shot: Once per combat, the Bad-Ass

Barroom Brawler can do something really nasty, dirty,

underhanded, and generally in violation of barroom

combat etiquette. If the attack hits, the Brawler inlicts

the listed amount of bonus damage. Hit or miss, the

Brawler’s opponent is on his guard for the rest of the

ight and will no longer be vulnerable to the attack. This

attack will not work on targets that are not subject to

critical hits or have no discernable anatomy.

Contemplative

Master

Class Information

The following information pertains to the Bad-Ass

Barroom Brawler advanced class.

Hit Die: 1d12.

Action Points: 6 plus one-half the character’s level,

rounded down.

Class Skills: The Bad-Ass Barroom Brawler class

skills are as follows: Bluff, Drive, Gamble, Gather

Information, Intimidate, Knowledge (streetwise), Repair.

Skill Points per Level: 2 + Intelligence modiier.

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 irm “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 ight. 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

ingers. 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 irst hint of impatience entered the old man’s voice.

“I am not here to ight. I am Ishinomori Katsumoto.

My daughter is named Brianna. I am looking for her.

Class Features

The following features pertain to the Bad-Ass Barroom

Brawler advanced class.

Rage: Bad-Ass Barroom Brawler temporarily gains +4

to Strength, +4 to Constitution, and a +2 morale bonus

on Will saves, but suffers a –2 penalty to AC.

The Constitution bonus increases the Bad-Ass

Barroom Brawler’s hit points by 2 points per level, but

these hit points go away at the end of the rage, at which

time the Constitution score drops back to normal. While

raging, a Bad-Ass Barroom Brawler cannot use skills or

abilities that require patience and concentration (the only

class skill he can use while raging is Intimidate).

A it of rage lasts for a number of rounds equal to

3 plus the character’s (newly improved) Constitution

modiier, but the Bad-Ass Barroom Brawler may

voluntarily end the rage before that time has elapsed.

At the end of the rage, the Bad-Ass Barroom Brawler is

fatigued (–2 to Strength, –2 to Dexterity, can’t charge

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