The Dragon's Untitled Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master The Dragon

Let it Burn!

Svett Tessen looks at his burnt hands. "How did this happen? Why?" The pain in his hands still remains from time to time. His hands have gotten darker and darker each day. Recently, he accidentally shot flames out of his hand in his own establishment in riddle-port. His business could not recover after that. It's been 20 years in Riddleport for Svett Tessen. This town has certainty kept him occupied. He is a thrillseeker and soon a welcomed regular in the Bucking Horse. Svett Tessen frequented that place, even got a job there, and worked up the latter. Soon he was the owner of the place. The owner, Renauld Vinterton passed away. Svett Tessan cared about his customers. He was humble enough to bartend, even though he didn't have to as the owner of Bucking Horse. Over a few years, Svett fell in love with a frequent regular, a Sarenrae Paladin by the name of Felicia Stirin. Most paladins are not welcome in Riddleport, but redemption is a more compatible virtue. Svett would give her drinks on the house and sing to her, but she stopped his advances. She had to leave Riddleport, despite being his friend. Svett told her that everyone deserves a thrill now and then. Why would a person be living a life if they did not use it? Svett hoped in all his customers that they get that opportunity. Hopefully, no one will stifle that. Felicia Stirin left a copy of Sarenraes Holy Text at Svett's door. Svett smelled it sweetly. I hope I can still help her. That is when.. in his own establishment.. fire poured from his hands. The book burned and his hands turned black.

Svett is now unemployed. Hearing the chance of a job at the Gold Goblin, he seeks new excitement and adventure. He has practiced his voice, maybe he could sing there! Cheat the goblin and take his gold! Now, he feels a strange sense of self, a new feeling of strange energy flowing through him. Something... he wants to understand.

Svett is optimistic. He is a energetic outgoing extroverted individual. He loves the use of language and is a bit obsessed about language at times. He hopes that he will learn them all. He avoids combat as much as possible, preferring to talk it out. If that is not possible, he uses his powers to remove the hostility or danger. He believes that each life is sacred. Adventure is a huge part of living from his perspective, but adventure can mean different things for different people. Learning how to bake a new bread could be a adventure in of itself. He hopes that no one stifles anyones sense of adventure. He is not quick to anger, but he can be surprisingly intimidating. He has a very romantic view of the world. He is a excellent friend to share a drink with. If danger or challenge comes, he will welcome it.

Type: Small Humanoid (Gnome)
Init: +0; Senses: Low Light Vision Perception: +4
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DEFENSE
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AC: 15 , Touch: 11 , Flat-Footed: 14 (+4 armor, +1 Small)
HP: 11 (1d8+3)
Fort: +3, Ref: +0, Will: +4
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OFFENSE
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Spd ft: 20 (15 with armor)
Melee: Dagger -4 (1d3-1l19-20x2)
Ranged : Dagger +0 (10 Feet) (1d3l19-20x2)
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STATISTICS
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Base Atk: +0; CMB: -2; CMD: 8
Feats: Additional Traits
Favored Class Bonus: Skill Rank
Skills : Bluff: +10, Diplomacy: +9, Handle Animal: +8, Intimidate: +9, Linguistics: +3, Perform (Sing): +5, Profession (Bartender): +4 Spellcraft: +6, Use Magic Device: +9
Special Abilities: Oracle Curse-Blackened, Revelation-Channel Positive Energy 5/day, Spells,
Mystery: Life

SPELLS KNOWN
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Level 0: Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Stabilize
Level 1: Bless, Burning Disarm, Burning Hands, Cure Light Wounds,
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SPELLS PER DAY
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Level 0: Unlimited
Level 1: 4 per day

Oracle Curse-Blackened: Your hands and forearms are shriveled and blackened, as if you had plunged your arms into a blazing fire, and your thin, papery skin is sensitive to the touch.

You take a –4 penalty on weapon attack rolls, but you add burning hands to your list of spells known.

At 5th level, add scorching ray and flaming sphere to your list of spells known.

At 10th level, add wall of fire to your list of spells known and your penalty on weapon attack rolls is reduced to –2.

At 15th level, add delayed blast fireball to your list of spells known.

Race Traits:

Keen Senses: Gnomes receive a +2 racial bonus on Perception checks.

Obsessive: Gnomes receive a +2 racial bonus on a Craft or Profession skill of their choice.

Gift of Tongues: Gnomes love languages and learning about those they meet. Gnomes with this racial trait gain a +1 bonus on Bluff and Diplomacy checks, and they learn one additional language every time they put a rank in the Linguistics skill. This racial trait replaces defensive training and hatred.

Gnome Magic: Gnomes add +1 to the DC of any saving throws against illusion spells that they cast. Gnomes with Charisma scores of 11 or higher also gain the following spell-like abilities: 1/day—dancing lights, ghost sound, prestidigitation, and speak with animals. The caster level for these effects is equal to the gnome's level. The DC for these spells is equal to 10 + the spell's level + the gnome's Charisma modifier.

Weapon Familiarity: Gnomes treat any weapon with the word “gnome” in its name as a martial weapon.

Low-Light Vision: Gnomes can see twice as far as humans in conditions of dim light.

Magic Trait:

Dangerously Curious: You gain a +1 bonus on Use Magic Device checks, and Use Magic Device is always a class skill for you.

Social Trait:

Fast Talker: You gain a +1 trait bonus on Bluff checks, and Bluff is always a class skill for you.

Faith Trait:

Omen: You gain a +1 trait bonus on Intimidate checks, and Intimidate is always a class skill for you. Once per day, you may attempt to demoralize an opponent as a swift action.

Campaign Trait:

Looking For Work (Perform Sing): Choose one of the following skills: Bluff, Craft (any), Diplomacy, Intimidate, Perform (any), Profession (gambler), or Perception. You gain a +1 trait bonus in that skill, and that skill is always considered a class skill for you.

Armored Coat: 20lbs/50gp

Dagger: 1lb/2gp

Oracles Kit: 29lbs/9gp
- backpack, a bedroll, a belt pouch, candles (10), a flint and steel, an iron pot, mess kit, rope, soap, torches (10), trail rations (5 days), and a waterskin.

Total Weight: 30lbs-Medium Load.

Gold: 44gp

Ionacu Palaserri (formerly Ionacu Jeggare) is a Wisceri actor of mixed blood and considerable ambition. He has lived in the magnificent Cheliaxian Empire his entire life and knows nothing else. One of the many who pay lip service to Hell and one of the few who would rather play the hero than be the hero. He is the son of a Varisian woman and a diabolist mage of considerable standing in Westcrown. He does not know how his parents met nor did he ever ask, for as long as he could remember he was too enraptured by the drama in other peoples’ lives to notice the problems of his own, specifically, the lives of people who do not exist. Ionacu is an actor, a man who wishes to wear the skin of another person, if only for a brief time. His father tried to dissuade him for this path. As well respected as actors were becoming in Westcrown, to his father, actors were still people of low standard who cavorted with thieves and whores. Ionacu’s father introduced him to a world of devils, backstabbing, and arcane experimentation that would make most people from other lands cringe or make their blood boil with righteous fury. From a young age, Ionacu was taught to read, write, and venerate Asmodeus. His father tutored him personally since he could walk, but as much as he tried to keep an eye on the boy, he could not tame young Ionacu’s wanderlust. He didn’t want to memorize tomes of Infernal writings or deal with devils or worse—Wisceri nobles. He wanted to entertain people. This instinct was nurtured by his Varisian mother who came from a land which revered dance and telling tales and life on the open road. When Ionacu was 8 years old, his life was changed when he managed to witness the theatre first hand. When he was 8, every day his family would bring him by the theatre building and every day he would ask what was inside. One day, when his father was busy, his mother, ever the free spirit, snuck out with him to the theatre and showed what was inside. Ionacu witnessed an elaborate opera with grandiose music and dark themes; although his mother blocked his eyes when everyone died gruesomely at the end. Everything was larger than life and the themes fit largely into the Chelaxian values that his father brought him up with. Ionacu saw this as the best expression of Cheliax, though his father did not agree. He saw anything that did not directly serve the interests of keeping order as a worthless pursuit. Ionacu was stubborn however. Stubbornness seemed to be the only attribute both his parents shared. He continued pursuing this interest of his when he was enrolled in one of Westcrown’s schools at age 10. There, he became a student of the Church of Asmodeus. He was not well liked at this school. Not being a pure Chelaxian hurt his reputation significantly and the fact that his mother’s people were renowned as thieves and grifters did not help either. His Varisian blood was immediately apparent in his appearance with his dark skin and black hair. For this reason Ionacu made sure everyone in that school thought he was the most devout Asmodean there was. He stood out, making fiery speeches in favor of Cheliax’s own patron deity, reciting quotes from his holy book wherever he could. The priests were pleased. They thought perhaps he would some day join the clergy. His father had a reputation as being a devout Asmodean, and he was quite pleased with what he heard. But it wasn’t genuine. It was acting. That thing his mother told him about; pretending so hard that you buy into your own lies. This was the art form the people in the opera practiced. At a young age, he decided he would use this as his armor against the world, and some day, he planned to go on that stage. His mother was actually amused by this behavior when she found out about it. She knew it wasn’t genuine. His father was arrogant and expected things to go his way, but his mother knew it was an act and actively encouraged it. She even told him of a place where he could learn more: the Temple of Shelyn. The church of the goddess of art is dedicated to all arts after all. Acting, writing, poetry, even brewing, were all considered arts. It was here he met Gabradon, a man with a talent for various different types of performance. Back then, Gabradon was only 19, with Ionacu being 12, but Gabradon looked older than his 19 years, and spoke with an air of authority which made him look like the perfect teacher. Gabradon taught Ionacu the art of acting in secret because both Ionacu and his mother knew that his father would not approve of his son cavorting with actors or worse—Shelynites. Ionacu’s mother was most likely a Shelynite herself, but was too smart to show it. Soon his mother was out of the picture. Around the time of Ionacu’s 12th birthday, she disappeared without a clue as to where she was going or why she would leave her son. The only thing that she left behind was a mysterious deck of cards, with the inscription “To my dear Ionacu” written on them. He questioned his father about it, but he claimed to be just as ignorant of what happened to her as he was. His father claimed that she went back to her homeland, but was unclear about the specifics. To this day he is not sure whether his father knew what happened or not. As a result of this experience, he always kept that deck of cards close-by, even though he was unable to acknowledge why. Since then, Ionacu threw himself into his acting with a zeal unlike ever before. It was around this time father decided to put Ionacu to work in his arcane experiments. Ionacu’s father, Ursion was actually a conjurer and expert in the outer planes in service to one of Cheliax’s noble houses. It was a type of magic that involved dealing with devils. Here he learned the importance of negotiation. Devils negotiated in blood and one could not afford to be sloppy in these dealings. He started working alongside his father and his imp familiar since he was 14. He grew to despise his work, developing an especially potent hatred for his father’s familiar. At 16, he formed an acting troupe with Gabradon as he continued to go to school and assist. A year later, he was a fully fledged bard. He completed his training with Gabradon and his troupe of colorful characters, and through acting, Ionacu, became a proud carrier of the Chelish bardic tradition, and mastered his first spells. These spells became necessary as the further Ionacu got into acting with his troupe, the more often they had to mingle with certain elements of low society; tieflings, half-breeds, adventurers, thieves, whores, and the like. This was mainly to avoid people who had contact with Ionacu’s father, but also as a form of method acting, as he was told that it was best to observe some of these ‘characters’ in their natural environment. His observations made him good at telling people what they wanted to here. Not only did he interact with the common folk in taverns, but as his role as his father’s assistant increased at 17, he became involved in court life. While he disliked court life, it was something he gained an understanding of. Ionacu knew how to play his role in the Chelaxian court as a new up and coming preacher and diabolist. He even dressed the part. Even though he did not care for this life, he saw it as a necessary evil if he wanted to get ahead. One day he finally got a big break. He got the attention of a wealthy noblewoman with connections to the opera. Although he was not the best singer, he more than made up for it with his amazing acting talents and charisma. It seemed as his dream would finally come true. It was at this opera he met the beautiful and talented rising actress Noveria. He was enraptured by her the minute he saw her. They quickly got acquainted and Ionacu felt complete for the first time in his life. It did not last long however. It was soon revealed that Noveria only pretended to take interest in him to sabotage his career before it could get started. She succeeded. In his first big audition, everything that could go wrong did. He showed up late, his lines were replaced, and the theatre just seemed to collapse upon him. His father also found out about his activities and Noveria took the lead role and ran off with another man. Ionacu was devastated and has had issues with trust ever since that incident 4 short years ago. The young actor became more determined than ever to bury himself in his work. Ursion saw Ionacu’s activities as a betrayal of his trust and completely disowned him. He was cut off from all family resources; include his father’s will and considerable influence in the society. He was even forbidden to use his father’s last name, so Ionacu took his mother’s last name. This made life even more difficult for him as this way everyone new he was not of pure Chelaxian blood. And the empire looked down of those whose ancestry was from out of this land. Suffice to say his career hit its lowest point. He rejoined Gabradon and his troupe. Ion was forced to act for pennies and squatted in the abandoned buildings of the slums of Westcrown. He spent his nights drinking in dockside taverns of ill-repute. He went from being surrounded by nobles and sages to spending his time with the dretches of society. For Ionacu this proved to be both a test of his mettle and a learning experience. He started carrying around a short sword and bow for protection and used magic to knock out any would be assailants. Meanwhile, the city was on edge due to recent events. With the shadows and the crime rates of Westcrown having the law enforcement more vigilant than usual, the paranoia began to infect him. Without money or influence, he could not survive long enough in Cheliax to get his career back on track. It was as simple as that. Ionacu began consolidating his contacts in both high and low society. He took a loan from a young woman in one of Westcrown’s noble families, but soon found himself in debt to them, and they did not have a reputation as being forgiving. In debt and cut off from Chelaxian society, and viewed as an outsider by what he saw as his own people, Ionacu became desperate and began to rely on funds acquired from both friends and distant relatives as he spent his time in taverns filled with rough people. As the tension in the districts of Westcrown rose, he could not shake the feeling that it had something to do with him. Even stranger, it almost felt as if his mother’s deck of cards was trying to tell him things. Ionacu knew something odd was going on behind the scenes and he had to find out. So in debt and cut off from his influential family, he looked for a way to prove himself and get himself out of this hole he’s dug for himself. A few weeks ago he got a letter inviting him to come to Varisia to learn the secrets of a Varisian magic tradition called ‘the Harrow’, which has some connection to his deck of cards. With uncertainty in his heart and a need to put the past behind them, he heads to Varisia to confront the country’s most famous circle of mages—the Cyphermages. Next stop: Riddleport. Who knows, he might even get some inspiration for his own theatrical script.

Ionacu appreciates the way of life Chelaxian rule has made possible, even though some of his acquaintances in the taverns harbor bizarre ideals of personal freedom. He sees this as unrealistic. He values his own freedom to drink and be merry and finds slavery distasteful, but a fundamental change in Westrown would go against what he loves about being a citizen of Cheliax. To him the best way to appreciate what it means to be a citizen of Westcrown is through art and culture. Without order, the things he loves dearest are simply would not take place. A revolution is hardly the place for an opera. Ionacu considers himself a patriot, though that did not extend to his worship of Asmodeus, not that he isn’t eager to pay lip service to the deity when the right people are around. He actually doesn’t really care for any kind of deity, regarding as the divine as a distraction from the current world. This is why being disowned has wounded him so much. Not that he is blindly opposed to every kind of change. He has a hard time trusting people as a result of recent events, but never shows it. Ionacu acts nice, friendly, even playful, even though he still possesses the scheming, distrustful attitude that has characterized his people for centuries. He built his identity upon deception, which means never letting people know what’s really going on in your head. Ionacu knows there is something up recently, and fears it may have something to do with him somehow. He is heavily in debt, cut off from his diabolist wizard or his father, and swears that a deck of cards is trying to somehow speak to him.
Ionac’s mixed blood is apparent in his facial features. He has dark skin, dark eyes, and black hair but high cheekbones and an almost cocky, devilish look in his shifting, dark brown eyes. His skin is almost as dark as a full-blooded Varisian man’s. His build and mannerisms are more in line with his Chelaxian countrymen’s. He’s of an average height and somewhat slight build, which enables him to play a wide variety of roles (though knowing some illusory magic doesn’t hurt either). His arms are long, spindly, and graceful. He’s constantly moving his hands as he speaking, making grand, sweeping gestures. His hair is thick, black and wavy, which accentuates the kind of roguish handsomeness he possesses. He keeps it cut short because he feels that people can see more of his face that way. Whenever he moves it is with bravado and showmanship. He even wears a great flowing cape over his expensive garbs. When he isn’t wearing the colorful clothing or nobles or entertainers, he wears dark leather, meant to slow any assassin’s blades that may be lurking behind the corners of Westcrown. Wherever he goes he carries a short sword, a journal, and a strange deck of cards unlike any cards one would find in Cheliax.

Backstory:

Ionacu Palaserri (formerly Ionacu Jeggare) is a Wisceri actor of mixed blood and considerable ambition. He has lived in the magnificent Cheliaxian Empire his entire life and knows nothing else. One of the many who pay lip service to Hell and one of the few who would rather play the hero than be the hero. He is the son of a Varisian woman and a diabolist mage of considerable standing in Westcrown. He does not know how his parents met nor did he ever ask, for as long as he could remember he was too enraptured by the drama in other peoples’ lives to notice the problems of his own, specifically, the lives of people who do not exist. Ionacu is an actor, a man who wishes to wear the skin of another person, if only for a brief time. His father tried to dissuade him for this path.

Ionacu’s father introduced him to a world of devils, backstabbing, and arcane experimentation that would make most people from other lands cringe or make their blood boil with righteous fury. From a young age, Ionacu was taught to read, write, and venerate Asmodeus. His father tutored him personally since he could walk, but as much as he tried to keep an eye on the boy, he could not tame young Ionacu’s wanderlust. He didn’t want to memorize tomes of Infernal writings or deal with devils or worse—Wisceri nobles. He wanted to entertain people. This instinct was nurtured by his Varisian mother who came from a land which revered dance and telling tales and life on the open road.

Around the time of Ionacu’s 12th birthday, she disappeared without a clue as to where she was going or why she would leave her son. The only thing that she left behind was a mysterious deck of cards, with the inscription “To my dear Ionacu” written on them. He questioned his father about it, but he claimed to be just as ignorant of what happened to her as he was. His father claimed that she went back to her homeland, but was unclear about the specifics. To this day he is not sure whether his father knew what happened or not. As a result of this experience, he always kept that deck of cards close-by, even though he was unable to acknowledge why.

At 16, he formed an acting troupe as he continued to go to a school run by the church of Asmodeus and assist his father. A year later, he was a fully fledged bard. He completed his training with a poet named Gabradon and his troupe of colorful characters, and through acting, Ionacu, became a proud carrier of the Chelish bardic tradition, and mastered his first spells.

His father, Ursion saw Ionacu’s activities as a betrayal of his trust and completely disowned him. He was cut off from all family resources; include his father’s will and considerable influence in the society. He was even forbidden to use his father’s last name, so Ionacu took his mother’s last name. Ionacu became desperate and began to rely on funds acquired from both friends and distant relatives. In time it almost felt as if his mother’s deck of cards was trying to tell him things. So in debt and cut off from his influential family, he looked for a way to prove himself and get himself out of this hole he’s dug for himself. A few weeks ago he got a letter inviting him to come to Varisia to learn the secrets of a Varisian magic tradition called ‘the Harrow’, which has some connection to his deck of cards. With uncertainty in his heart and a need to put the past behind them, he heads to Varisia to confront the country’s most famous circle of mages—the Cyphermages. Next stop: Riddleport. Who knows, he might even get some inspiration for his own theatrical script.

Persona:

Ionacu values his own freedom to drink and be merry and finds slavery distasteful To him the best way to appreciate what it means to be a citizeis through art and culture. Ionacu considers himself a patriot of Cheliax, though that did not extend to his worship of Asmodeus, not that he isn’t eager to pay lip service to the deity when the right people are around. He actually doesn’t really care for any kind of deity, regarding as the divine as a distraction from the current world. He has a hard time trusting people as a result of recent events, but never shows it. Ionacu acts nice, friendly, even playful, even though he still possesses the scheming, distrustful attitude that has characterized his people for centuries. He built his identity upon deception, which means never letting people know what’s really going on in your head.

Physical Description:

Ionac’s mixed blood is apparent in his facial features. He has dark skin, dark eyes, and black hair but high cheekbones and an almost cocky, devilish look in his shifting, dark brown eyes. His skin is almost as dark as a full-blooded Varisian man’s. His build and mannerisms are more in line with his Chelaxian countrymen’s. He’s of an average height and somewhat slight build, which enables him to play a wide variety of roles (though knowing some illusory magic doesn’t hurt either). His arms are long, spindly, and graceful.

He’s constantly moving his hands as he speaking, making grand, sweeping gestures. His hair is thick, black and wavy, which accentuates the kind of roguish handsomeness he possesses. He keeps it cut short because he feels that people can see more of his face that way. Whenever he moves it is with bravado and showmanship. He even wears a great flowing cape over his expensive garbs. When he isn’t wearing the colorful clothing or nobles or entertainers, he wears dark leather, meant to slow any assassin’s blades that may be lurking behind the corners of Westcrown. Wherever he goes he carries a short sword, a journal, and a strange deck of cards unlike any cards one would find in Cheliax.

Born in the Elven city of Crying Leaf, the main Elven community in the Mierani Forest, Yuelthea grew up under the threat of Drow and monster attacks. For her early years this fact was hidden from her but during puberty there was no more hiding it from her as the mother of one of her best friends, who worked as a town guard, was found dead from Drow poison.

While she spent most of her years keeping her friend calm and preventing her from charging off to her own death she eventually could not prevent her running herself into the ground. She did not kill herself but instead left Crying Leaf for the human city of Riddleport where she eventually died of alcohol and drugs. When Yuelthea came looking for her it was already too late as her friend was slowly wasting away, the Half Elven Desnan priest who cared for her powerless to do anything.

Yuelthea blamed the Drow for the loss of her friend and shortly after joined the town guard. Considering them to not be active enough she often gathered other, like minded individuals to go hunt for Drow scouts and assassins.

The town's council wasn't happy with the situation and while they initially were unable to do anything about it as she had too much support amongst the populace. When the blot appeared in the sky and it became clear it was somehow related to Riddleport it was the chance the council hoped for as they sent Yuelthea to figure it as she still was in contact with the Desnan priest. While she didn't like it, she had no choice but to follow her orders and as such left for Riddleport.

Yuelthea considers the races other than Elves to be interlopers. She'll begrudgingly agree they have a place in the world, perhaps even more than her own people.

She is also part of the group that sees the Drow as the dirty secret of the Elves. While she sees the elimination of the Drow as the highest priority she also thinks that the knowledge of the existence of her race's secret shame should be hidden at all costs.

Yuelthea is a patient woman by human standards though her fellow Elves consider her rash and impatient. She is one to carry a grudge for years but also one to remember her own debts to others.

While generally kind she isn't too fond of the other races. The exception to this are Half Elves, who she considers to be lost children, and Dwarves, who she has a very deep respect for.