BWatford's Mummy's Mask Table #1 (Inactive)

Game Master bwatford

No, the Jaden Crane monastery was not the right place for Sef. Yeah, the monks were impressive fighters, but he was pretty sure they didn’t train him right. They were keeping their best techniques hidden while they made him waste time trying to feel his inner chi. Who in his right mind would believe such a ridiculous thing?
So one night Sef packed his things, grabbed a few weapons, and left. Jaden Crane always kinda sounded like a sissy name to him. He kept training himself, improving his form, finally free not to waste any time on that idiotic meditation.

He travels from town to town, earning a bit of food by working as a bouncer or more often challenging some rich drunk idiot to a wrestling or boxing match. He ended up in Wati when he heard about the opening of the necropolis and the lottery to explore them: yes, that sounds like the kind of opportunity that interests him! Getting out of those tombs rich in fame and gold, that’s just what he needs to set his life on the right track!

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Defense
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AC 14, touch 14, flat-footed 10 (+2 dex, +1 wis, +1 dodge)
HP 10 (1d8+2)
Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +4

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Offense
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Speed 30 feet
Melee unarmed strike +3 (1d6+3), spear +3 (1d8+4, x3), flurry of blows +2/+2 (1d6+3/1d8+4)
Ranged spear +2 (1d8+3, x3) , shuriken +2 (1d2+3), flurry of shuriken +1/+1 (1d2+3)
Special attacks flurry of blows (-1/-1), stunning fist (1/day, DC 11)

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Statistics
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Str 16, Dex 15, Con 13, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 8
BA +0; CMB +3; CMD 15 (+2 grapple)

Feats: Improved unarmed strike, Stunning Fist, Dodge, Power Attack, Improved Grapple
Skills: Acrobatics +6, Climb +7, Perception +5, Stealth +6, Survival +6
Languages: Common, Osirian
Traits: Orphaned, Blood of the Pharaohs
SQ:

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Gear:
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Monk’s kit (backpack, belt pouch, blanket, rope, soap, torches (10), trail rations (5 days), waterskin) 8 gp
Monk’s outfit 5 gp
Spear 2 gp
20 Shuriken 4 gp
2 Daggers 4 gp
Costly tattoos 5 gp

32 gp

Spells known:
4 0th, 2 1st

Spells/day:
4 1st level

DC 14+Spell Level

Spells Known:
0th
Detect Magic
Prestidigitation
Light
Ghost Sound

1st
Mage Armour
Color Spray

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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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Weapon and Armor Proficiency
Sorcerers are proficient with all simple weapons. They are not proficient with any type of armor or shield. Armor interferes with a sorcerer's gestures, which can cause her spells with somatic components to fail (see Arcane Spells and Armor).

Cantrips
Sorcerers learn a number of cantrips, or 0-level spells, as noted on Table: Sorcerer Spells Known under “Spells Known.” These spells are cast like any other spell, but they do not consume any slots and may be used again.

Eschew Materials
A sorcerer gains Eschew Materials as a bonus feat at 1st level.

Bloodline Arcana: Whenever you cast a harmful spell, you gain a bonus equal to the spell's level on Intimidate checks made against any creature adversely effected by that spell until the end of your next turn. Adversely effected typically means damage, but it can also mean debilitating effects or conditions.

Student of Humanity (Ex): At 1st level, you gain Diplomacy, Knowledge (history), Knowledge (local), Knowledge (nobility), and Linguistics as class skills. In addition, when using these skills to learn, study, or gather information about humans, you add an insight bonus equal to your Charisma bonus on such checks.

The Story so Far:

Malik's only memory of his parents was of hurried whispers and of being passed from clammy shaking hands to the hard embrace of his mentor Nasir. Raised in a blur of different tutors and little time to himself, Malik had the education of a king. Nasir taught him the ways of combat, though his leanings were more to the battle of words than the battle of swords. History played a large role in his studys, with a strong focus on the past of Osirion and the pharaohs, this he learned from lengthy and boring tomes as well as a portly and slightly senile old man named Jed. It was also from Jed that Malik learned what he knows of the Ancient Osiriani language.

When his gift for magic was discovered he learned from the best sorcerer Nasir could find and safely bring into confidence, a kindly middle aged woman known only as Daveen. Daveen was the first mother figure in Malik's life and not only taught him the ways of magic but did her best to instill compassion and a love of life in the young man. It was on the day that Daveen disappeared without a trace and with the possibility that she was captured by their enemies that Nasir decided it was time Malik was told of his heritage; that he was the rightful pharaoh of Osirion and that the blood of the ancient ran through his veins.

Nasir had planned for Malik to have more training before telling him and sending him away, but it seemed only envitable that they would soon be found. Nasir would do his best to distract their enemies while Malik would head for Wati, where the ancient tombs within would be opened for exploration for the first time and from where Daveen had disappeared. There Malik would not only have to delve into the tombs and find concrete proof of his lineage, but also attempt to gain allies and supporters in his lawful rebellion. Malik set out for Wati not only willing to fufill his destiny, but with a more personal mission in mind, to find out what had happened to Daveen.

Description
Malik is a quietly imposing young man, despite an average stature and slender build his golden eyes burn with an intensity and ambition that can leave even a more experienced man wondering of the danger in confronting him. His skin while tanned is not as dark as many Osirions for the simple fact that he spent much time indoors at study. He has the hands of a writer and the posture of a soldier and a strong steady voice used to debating.

Personality
While Malik managed to learn something of compassion from Daveen no one could call him a gentle man, he is harsh to those he believes deserve it and holds fast to his opinions, ever willing to laden his words with hidden insults for those he finds beneath him. Despite all this he is a steadfast friend and a natural leader, ever willing to help those he sees in need -as long as he believes they deserve his help that is-. Malik while prideful to a fault is also very protective of the pride of those he considers friends or family and is known to have gotten into scuffles over perceived slights against those he cares about. Because of his pride he can also be reckless and overconfident. It can also be said that Malik has a soft spot for books and tales of all kinds, despite being forced to read many a boring tome he greatly enjoys reading when he can choose the subject.

• While I understand that not everyone has the same skill in such, I find that the grammar is poor. This causes the story to flow poorly. One example is when you use the words "studied" and "delved". These words convey a similar meaning in the context that you use them. They muddle the paragraph and make the story harder to follow.

I will admit my grammar is not always at its best, but in this instance I used them to indicate the variety of intensity/techniques he applied in trying to learn. He studied what was taught, focused by blocking out all else, and delved into finding his own answers outside of the material presented. It was addressed right after where I expressed that, despite his wanting to learn, he was more blessed with a good physique than a strong mind. He's not dumb, he's just not smart. He didn't have the 'capacity' to learn the job, but he had the 'natural' 'talent' of athleticism.

• In the second paragraph you detail what Mulluq is obsessed about, though you never explain why. What childhood event brought him to such a conclusion? Why does he hate undead with such passion?

The paragraph starts with his reason. 'If there was one thing he could retain' means that despite wanting to know more, only that one thing stuck in his head. Maybe it was how it was taught, or just that the teachings were more involved. For all his desire to be a priest of Pharasma, all he could really remember the most was HER hatred for undead. For his love of the church he wants to defeat its enemies, but the only enemy he can think of are the undead, so he focuses his attentions on that. Since he didn't have the capacity to be a priest, he had to settle for a more physical position within the church, and a temple guard was his option.

• Also, in the second paragrah you don't explain why he wanted to guard the Necropolis. Is it because he is morbidly fascinated with death/undeath? Or is it because of something else?

It's not that he wanted to guard the Necropolis. He was a guard for the priests whenever they had duties to perform within the Necropolis. It was the only opportunity to actually face the undead and to him felt like he was doing more for his church than just being a guard. He was in a situation to actively face the enemies of the church.

• You posted earlier your reason for wanting to go into the tomb of Wati. Said post included an apparent devotion to Pharasma. To convey my problem with this statement, I will quote your background for clarity: "but his talents always lay with his natural athleticism over his mental faculties. As such, his instruction turned more toward learning the duties of the temple guard."

Answered above. He loves the church, and serving it, but he's just not priest material. He had to settle for everything he could do just shy of being a priest. With all these groups of people suddenly going in and being allowed to rummage around the tombs, he wants to help by ensuring that the people going in act accordingly to the tenets of Pharasma.

You actually imply that he did not want to worship Pharasma. At the least, you indicate that you do worship her but have less passion about it than others more faithful to her.

Incorrect. Reread it. He WANTS to worship her, and does as best as he knows how. Sadly, he isn't really blessed with the brains for it, so he uses his muscles in her name instead.

So many plot points that never get enough information to completely define who Mulluq is. Characters are not just flat objects to write on, they are a canvas. Need to use more.

I feel, based solely on your questions, that didn't actually catch what was said. You gave it enough attention to formulate many questions off of it, but the answers to them are actually within the text itself.

My point isn't to call you down to humilty, it's to show what others are going to see when they read what you have created. I should ask, though, why do you have so many archetypes? Taking so many makes it appear like you are out just to win.

My number of archetypes was addressed by the GM. I just didn't go in and change them yet based on the GM's response when I asked him about it. As I understood it, if I was selected I would be able to discuss with him between the two options I had in mind.

I will be removing the Infiltrator, and need to decide on Beastmaster or Skirmisher. It all comes down to his beetle friend. I will be taking the option that allows me to keep the pet. If I can't do so with Skirmisher, then I will be a Beastmaster. I originally had chosen Skirmisher because it removed the ranger spells, and the premise of the character was that he wasn't good enough to be a cleric, so I felt him having the spells went against that.

Also, I spent a feat just to take a Khopesh, which I'm willing to bet is not on any of the optimizer guides (don't know since I don't use them). The weapon is just to add flavor to a character native to the region.

Also, as I've been told by the druid player in my home game, animal companions don't pay off in the long run. Regardless, he is built around doing what I can to keep the pet. I even took the Human racial trait to give it a +2, and am putting it in its Int which loses the one vermin benefit of Mindless.

If anything, I was concerned that I have weakened myself too much that there would be concerns about me not holding my own.

Scholastic (Ex)
Lore wardens gain 2 additional skill ranks each level. These ranks must be spent on Intelligence-based skills. All Intelligence-based skills are class skills for lore wardens.

Weapon and Armor Proficiency
A fighter (lore warden) is proficient with all simple and martial weapons and with light armor.

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BACKGROUND
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The Story So Far:
Born in the city of Tephu, Rasul came from a family of old god devotees who ran a small temple where the worship of the old gods could be practiced. As a child Rasul was quick to question the devotion of him family, why worship gods that had receded from Golarion so strongly?

Rasul's lineage can be traced back to the most devote guardians of an ancient temple to Osiris. Handed down through the generations the fighting styles and ways of the guardian are still kept as tradition. Rasul's father still held incredible pride in this fact regardless of the fact that his family no long enjoyed the divine powers of the past. So as tradition calls, he went on to train Rasul as a guardian since the day he could walk.

Wanting a better life for her son, Rasul's mother decided to send him off to apprentice and become a scribe against his fathers wishes. It was during this time that Rasul's curiosity became known as began digging through the history of the country, gods, and people. During his time as an apprentice, Rasul continued to casualy practice worship towards the old gods.

Three scribes took notice of this, and would constantly pester and bully Rasul for his apparent devotion to gods who would not answer. Eventually becoming fed up with their actions, Rasul summoned the courage to stand up to the scribes, scolding them for mocking his beliefs. Eventually this escalted to a fight among the four of them three against one. What started off as the average scrap, was taken too far and Rasul ultimately succumbed to the wounds he received at the hands of the scribes, dying as they scattered in fear.

In the abyss of death, Rasul heard the voice of one of the old gods for the first time, Osiris spoke to him, words of reassurance and of a future destiny. Rasul returned to the living resurreceted as a changed man and with a new found devotion to Osiris. Unsure of what to do with his second chance or even where he should start, Rasul returned to his small temple home in the hopes of returning to his previous life with a new found devotion to worship so that he could once more make contact with Osiris for answers to his questions. Though that is not what happened.

Upon his arrival home, Rasul found the people of his temple worshiped him as a prophet of Osiris and proof that the old gods still cared for the common people. It wasn't long until the commotion spread and rumors went around, people said that it was his duty to carry out the will of Osiris. Rasul's father was incredibly proud of him and the rest of his family became caught up in the excitement as well.

At first, Rasul was confused and hesitant, unsure if all the belief of his people was true but as he searched for answers, searched for why Osiris brought him back, he came to a realization that it didn't matter if it was true. Rasul's devotion shortly became immensely strong, and soon his mother asked of him if he could leave the temple for a time due to the massive uproar his rebirth had stirred.

That was his chance. With his mothers request in mind, Rasul decided that it was a good time to leave, that he would travel and spread his faith and devotion to others in hopes of restoring the old gods worship to it's former glory in his proud country. But most importantly he needed answers, and it wasn't long until he found himself in Wati readying himself to plunge deep within its tombs to find the answers he needed, no matter the cost.

His duty, devotion, and faith to Osiris would keep him strong. Rasul decided that he would change his country for the better, for his people and for himself. That was his destiny.

Appearance: 6'5", darker tanned skin. Small scars cover his body from his training as a guardian with one large and gruesome scar in the middle of his chest from when he was killed. Rasul has calming and friendly demeanor that seems to radiate from him. He constantly has a smile on his face that tends to lift the spirits.

Personality:
Rasul is quite kind, not really one to look for fights and always willing to help. With this kindness brings naivety though but this generally doesn't stop him. Rasul can sometimes come off as arrogant due to his strong devotion to Osiris and belief that he is a destined to bring forth a new age and the return of the old gods

Trapfinding
A rogue adds 1/2 her level to Perception skill checks made to locate traps and to Disable Device skill checks (minimum +1). A rogue can use Disable Device to disarm magic traps.

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BACKGROUND
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The Story So Far: Amal's story begins four generations ago, with his great great grandfather. His great great grandfather made many a bad decision in his life and was a very poor provider because of it, unable to feed his family through honest means he found himself joining a group of bandits with whom he wandered the sands plundering from the poor and rich alike.

It was during this time that Amal's great great grandfather and his fellow bandits accidentally stumbled across a hidden tomb. Overcome with greed and the pain behind the thought of their families going hungry, they decided to delve into the tomb, where they would find their doom.
As the group went deeper and deeper, they were overwhelmed with a feeling of dread. Eventually they reached the end of the tomb in which they had found no treasure and it was there that they found the sarcophagus. A coffin made of pure gold with gems encrusted into it, as the others became excited, only in Amal's grandfather did the feeling of dread still remained.

He wanted nothing to do with it, so Amal's grandfather began to wander back to the outside, the sounds of his comrades opening the coffin in the background echoed throughout the entire tomb. As he neared the entrance of the tomb he noticed something odd, absolute silence. The silence was not to be however as he soon heard the terrible screams of his dying comrades. Completely filled with fear, he rushed back down into the depths with his sword drawn. All he found was an open coffin and all of his comrades wasted away to nothing but bone.

Amal's great great grandfather left that tomb and never looked back as he attempted to make his way home. It was during this time that the Mummy's Curse took a hold of him, and he slowly wasted away to rot. Unaware of his death, his wife grieved for her husband that never returned and raised their daughter, Amal's great grandmother, by herself.

The family curse hadn't become apparent until Amal's grandfather was born. He was born with much of his body a withered ruin akin to the flesh of a mummy. Fortunately, this was easily covered up by a simple robe, and no one outside of his family learned of their terrible curse. Knowing the consequences of allowing knowledge of the curse to spread the family kept it a dark secret and managed to live a peaceful life despite the curse.

Nearly fifty years passed, Amal's father was born with the curse as well and unfortunately for his family he found it more difficult to hide his damaged face as he grew older. Rumor spread quickly, at first Amal's family was feared, but that soon turned into a kind of disgust. Amal's father was attacked and killed by fanatics who saw the curse as akin to being undeath itself. Amal's grandfather and his mother took the young Amal and fled.

Forced to become a nomad of the desert, Amal had an incredibly harsh upbringing as he faced starvation and bandits on a day to day basis. His mother forced him to wear a metal mask to hide the curse that plagued his face so that he would not meet the same fate as his father. Amal learned how to wield a blade to help defend his family against the hardships of the desert. It was also during this time that Amal began to fiddle with junk salvaged by his family, he found himself taking apart and creating devices and puzzles for fun, the mental exercise a kind of competition that was non life threatening.
Eventually his family found a way to make money and live a slightly better existence. They traveled as an entertainment caravan, Amal used his dexterity and skill with devices to wow the crowd and act out the tales his grandfather would tell, often of a family cursed by a mummy. They hid the truth right under their audience's noses. When his grandfather passed Amal and his mother could no longer continue the shows, neither of the charismatic enough to keep the attention of an audience.

Once again finding themselves in poverty, Amal was forced to take on underhanded and dirty business to survive. As pickpocket and thief he did what it took to make sure his mother was taken care of. They were stopped in Wati for a time when he heard of the opening of the tombs and of the dangerous traps, ancient lore, and boundless treasure to be found within. Amal had a brilliant idea, he would give up his life of crime to delve within these ancient tombs in search of a way to reverse the curse that had plagued his family for generations allowing him to never wear a mask again, and then return with bountiful loot so his mother could finally settle down and live the rest of her days in complete wealth and comfort.

And there was another thought he tried not to consider too strongly. One of the wondrous devices and traps he could find in the depths of the ancient tombs, the puzzles he could defeat and the battle of wits he could have against those now long dead.

Appearance: Amal wears a metal mask that covers the entirety of his face, never being seen with it off due to the mark of the curse that lies underneath. He seems to give off a rather ominous radiance that faintly flows about him. Amal stands at about 5'5" and his skin a darker tanned color. His hair is jet black yet it his hardly seen as it is covered by rough bandages to protect his head from the heat of the sun.

Personality: Amal -never- talks about himself. He constantly dodges questions directed at him that are about his past by putting the conversation on others. He can come off as touchy at times if you push too much, but seems rather polite if the subject is left alone. He constantly seems to be interested in traps and puzzles, acting as though they're more of a game rather than a dangerous situation.