|Prototype: Master of the Underworld|
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The Master of the Underworld is the nemesis of the pulp heroes, the antithesis of all this is decent, good, and just. No mere mob chieftain, the Master of the Underworld is a criminal genius, a master plotter whose abilities, resources, and skills make him the equal of the eraâ€™s various mystery men, the champions of law that ordinary criminals fear. Just like those worthies, the Master of the Underworldâ€™s real identity is hidden from the world, unknown even to his closest cohorts. His masked visage serves both to protect his precious secrets and to frighten those foolish enough to take sides against him. And just as the mystery men employ unusual, even extraordinary equipment and tactics, so does the Master of the Underworld have his own fantastic acco...
|Prototype: Mata Hari|
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The Mata Hari class is named after the infamous actress, courtesan, and secret operative who operated during World War I. The historical Mata Hari was a Frenchwoman who used her sex appeal to gain access to numerous diplomats, generals, and politicians across several nations, only to reveal their secrets to her German paymasters. The d20 Pulp Mata Hari is the evil counterpart to the Seductress class, an accomplished, amoral female spy, saboteur, and (when necessary) assassin who serves as beautiful but deadly nemesis for both male and female pulp heroes. Her most lethal assets are her charm, class, and beauty-closely followed by her expertise with knives and poisons. This 6 page PDF is an easy-to-integrate PC class and just the sort of thing needed for GMs to add depth to any great d20 Mod...
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The dank dungeon cell as getting boring, as well as disgusting, and since rescue didn’t seem to be coming, Mopsy Segalle decided to liberate herself. A few minutes of effort and straining muscles, and she was free of the straight jacket, and just in time too; she was sure the coarse sackcloth was going to give her just the worst rash. A few more moments of work with one of her hair pins, and the steel chains binding her ankles fell away. Now to get out of this cell! Pressing herself against the bars, Mopsy just had to wait a few more minutes for one of the brainwashed cultists to pass by on one of his regular patrols. The masked cultist’s dark brown robes couldn’t conceal his shock at seeing the beautiful girl standing there, free, and the befuddled thug was even more con...