About Wadi Ahk'kolon
Stats: Str 11, Dex 12, Con 14, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 16
Description: 22 years old, 5’5”, 148 lbs., Light Brown hair (missing several clumps and is nearly bald) underneath a scarf; Blue eyes.
Skills: 6+6(int)= 12 total
Elemental Bloodline (Fire)
- Traveler's outfit (worn)
- Cold Weather outfit (stored)
- Light Crossbow
- Bolt (x10)
- Case (Map or Scroll)
- Rations (trail/4 day)
- Torch (x2)
- Backpack (Bedroll, Flint and Steel)
- Pouch (Belt) [Candle x5, Chalk (5 Piece), Ink (1 oz. Vial); Inkpen; Sewing Needle;]
- Waterskin (filled)
- 1 vials of Antiplague
- 1 vial of Antitoxin
* 1 potion of Cure Moderate Wounds ((loot recovered/purchased)
* Wand of Infernal Healing (44 charges)
* Necklace of Fireballs (type II)
* Cracked Mulberry Pentacle Ioun Stone: This stone grants a +1 competence bonus on Bluff and Diplomacy checks.
- Pouch with 62 gp, 8sp, 7cp
- Entertainer's outfit
- MW Courtiers outfit (plus 120 gp jewelry)
- Sling (makeshift), and pouch with 12 shot glasses as 'bullets': -1 to hit, 50% 1d2 bludgeoning or 1d2 slashing damage per hit.
Wadi was the youngest child of a middle class family who had been blessed/cursed with a throwback to the old elemental bloodlines, back before Cheliax fell to the rule of House Thrune, under the thrall of Asmodeus. He was subject to the Fires of Hell ritual to allay suspicion from the rulers of Cheliax, but he was counseled to become an actor, all the better to conceal his motives from enemies. He is a good-natured soul, who wants nothing more than freedom for his people.
Now he works as an actor during the playwright season. Still, his talents have not gone unnoticed, as he has been sponsored for membership into the Pathfinders. Now his first mission is about to get underway...
Now that his first mission has been completed, as attesting to the nightmares about the final confrontation, he is looking forward to his next assignment...
After completing his second assignment successfully, he never talked about what happened at the end of the assignment, but at various odd times he would break out in a smile, and hum various syllables in a foreign language. Most people considered him a bit addled, and considering what happened, they may very well be right.
As his fame has increased, so had the attention he has received from members of the opposite sex. He generally enjoys the compamy of a pretty lady, but he is all too aware of how pleasure is used as a tool or a weapon by House Thrune. A complicated situation, which requires him to walk a fine line. He realizes as his fame grows too his ability to hide his true feeling must grow as well, else his soul (not to mention his life) will be lost. Complicating things is a growing attraction between a fellow actress Alena. He wonders whether he should pursue the lovely woman further, or if allowing himself to become romantically entangled would compromise his charade further...
Silent Tide (Imcomplete)
Beggars Pearl (Completed)
O Most Delectable of Servants,
Additionally, your task will bring you near the Candlestone Caverns. Their fae inhabitants are known to produce exotic medicinal agents and toxins. Please acquire any information that you can about these unusual materials. Fail me not or your next whipping will be short.
Paracountess Zarta Dralneenj
Pallid Plague Event #3,170 (Completed)
Bloodcove Disguise (Completed)
A couple of days ago at a cast party, your chorus girl contact pulled you into a corner and while making out "as a cover" that she seemed to enjoy just a little too much, slipped a folded NOTE into your pocket. She leaves you with a flirtatious wink and her lipstick marks trailing up your throat to one ear.
Slave Pits of Absalom (Completed)
Among the Living (Completed)
You are collecting your belongings together in your room at the Grand Lodge, when, heralded by a small cloud of brimstone, a rolled piece of vellum suddenly appears in mid-air, and drops onto your bed.
I’ve missed you terribly these past months and even today spent hours longing for your company. Alas, I’ve been told you’re being sent to dreary Oppara, the so-called gilded capital of loathsome Taldor. If only you could see the frown upon my face, you would know the sadness I feel at seeing you sent away again.
Since you’re headed that way, I’ve enclosed a letter I’d like you to deliver for me. It bears the seal of a Qadiran merchant prince we bought ages ago, and I’d like you to make certain it ends up in the hands of Taldan nobility. I care not how they receive it—in their pocket, slipped onto an official’s desk, dropped on a well-dressed corpse... how you choose to serve Cheliax is entirely up to you.
One last thing: open the letter and I’ll personally see to it that you burn in the fires of hell, and I will use *your* skin to send the note requesting the services of my next play-thing.
All my love,
Paracountess Zarta Dralneen
Among the Dead (Completed)
When you return to your room to pack, there is a sudden smell of brimstone, and an imp appears in mid-air. It favours you with an obscene gesture, before dropping off a tightly rolled vellum scroll, and disappearing once again. The scroll is sealed with the Paracountess' mark - a blood-red kiss.
Tender Flesh Puppet,
I long to see you back within the walls of my estate - the servants tell me they miss your screams. That filthy wretch Sebastus Hustavan has fallen far indeed - I hear that the Society is offering him some menial labor work within the halls of the Society in exchange for his information about the Zyphus cult. What an exquisite opportunity! Enclosed, find a small pouch with a single emerald inside - deliver this to Hustavan, and whisper to him that he will get more if he keeps his eyes and ears open inside the Society's halls, and reports everything he learns to my agents. I will contact him again once he's safe in Absalom. Do not let any of your compatriots see you do this - it must be a secret.
Additionally, it seems we missed an opportunity to learn more about the Zyphus-created zombies the cult used in their assault on that pitiful Taldan opera house. Should the cult still be keeping a zombie or two standing around, take a perfect sample of the creature's brain matter, and return it to me.
Whatever it takes,
Paracountess Zarta Dralneen
Mists of Mwangi (Completed)
When you return to your room, you discover a lipstick 'kiss' on your dresser's mirror. When you move over and touch it, and unseen hand begins to draw a message in lipstick upon the mirror:
You must prove yourself worthy of bliss: something strange is afoot at the Blakros Museum. Evil spirits vex the place and foul mists run its corridors, driving men mad. Driving men mad is a deep interest of mine, as you well know. Find the source of this infestation of power and bring me a sample of it, so I might study it. Do this and you shall know Hell’s most lustful delights.
Among the Gods (Incomplete)
Tender Flesh Puppet,
I trust this finds you in good health, for the moment. So, it is to be Antios’s Crown, is it? In this instance, I care nothing for the scepter that is purported to be in residence upon that decrepit and decaying monument to Taldan “glory.” But while you’re there, you can aid me in something that has become a problem of late. Thrune inquisitors have begun poking about my family’s history, insinuating that my noble title and position in the Chelish Embassy here in Absalom are in jeopardy. I need you to destroy anything identifying the wife of my ancient forebear, Angatar Dralneen, who was buried atop Mount Antios when Cheliax was still part of Old Taldor. Remove this evidence from the face of Golarion and I’ll reward you in ways more creative than your imagination can fathom.
Whatever It Takes,
Paracountess Zarta Dralneen
+ 5 gp Day Job
-150 gp 2 vials of Antiplague, and 1 vial of Antitoxin
Rescue at Azlant Ridge
Slave Pits of Absalom
Among the Living
*-2 PP for purchase of wand of Infernal Healing
Among the Dead
Mists of Mwangi
*+2 circumstance on all Cha based checks with dwarves of the Five Mountains.
*Exemplar of Falcon's Hollow:
*Hero of the Fey:
*Voucher for 267gp of equipment from House Cartahegn, no weapons or armor.
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