DM NomadSage's Curse of the Crimson Throne (Inactive)

Game Master nomadicc

Jill never knew her parents. Her earliest memories were of the orphanage of Sister Gloria's Home for Wayward Children. She was happy there with the other kids. However one day Gaedren Lamm came with some thugs and purchased a number of the kids. Some of the kids he made into his 'Little Lamms', however for the rest, including Jill, they became some of the first who were addicted to Shiver. Jill survived while many of her friends did not. She eventually escaped and longs for the day of revenge on Gaedren.

Name: Lucius Taviskin
Class: Ranger (Sable Company Marine)
Role: Martial, ranged offense
Campaign Trait: Missing Sibling (sister)
Race: Human (Chelish)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Deity: Gozreh

Str 13
Dex 16
Con 12
Int 12
Wis 13
Chr 10

Returning the brooch and getting the job to go to the meat market.

Melianthe Ssulissien
Female Elf Witch 1
NG Medium Humanoid (elf)
Init +3; Senses Darkvision; Perception +3
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Defense
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AC 11, touch 11, flat-footed 10 (+1 Dex)
hp 6 (1d6)
Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +2
Immune sleep
Weakness Light Sensitivity
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Ranged Light crossbow +1 (1d8/19-20/x2)
Special Attacks Misfortune (DC 13), Slumber (DC 13)
Spell-Like Abilities Dream (1/day)
Witch Spells Prepared (CL 1, -1 melee touch, 1 ranged touch):
1 (2/day) Ill Omen, Mage Armor (DC 14)
0 (at will) Resistance (DC 13), Read Magic, Detect Magic
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Statistics
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Str 9, Dex 12, Con 10, Int 17, Wis 10, Cha 15
Base Atk +0; CMB -1; CMD 10
Feats Extra Hex
Traits Drug Addict (Personal), Reactionary
Skills Heal +4, Intimidate +6, Knowledge (arcana) +7, Knowledge (history) +7, Perception +3, Spellcraft +7
Languages Celestial, Common, Elven, Goblin, Orc
SQ +4 bonus on initiative checks, Arcane Focus, Barbed vest, Doctor's mask, Dreamspeaker, Elven Magic, Empathic Link with Familiar, Share Spells with Familiar
Combat Gear Light crossbow; Other Gear Barbed vest, Doctor's mask, Mirror
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Special Abilities
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+4 bonus on initiative checks You gain the Alertness feat while your familiar is within arm's reach.
Arcane Focus +2 to concentration checks to cast arcane spells defensively.
Barbed vest Those injuring you with an unarmed or natural attack must make a DC 15 Ref save or take 1 damage.
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only).
Doctor's mask Often stylized to look like bird masks, a doctor’s mask consists of a pair of goggles attached to a wooden or ceramic “beak” that covers the wearer’s nose and mouth. This beak can be filled with herbs, perfumes, and spices to aid in preventing the contraction of infectious diseases. While worn, the mask grants a +1 circumstance bonus on Fortitude saves made against airborne toxins and scent based effects. In Korvosa, it is a minor crime to wear a doctor’s mask in public if you are not a healer or physician.
Dream (Dreamspeaker) (1/day) (Sp) With Charisma 15+, cast Dream once per day.
Dreamspeaker +1 [Divination] & sleep spell DCs.
Elven Immunities - Sleep You are immune to magic sleep effects.
Elven Magic +2 to spellcraft checks to determine the properties of a magic item.
Empathic Link with Familiar (Su) You have an empathic link with your Arcane Familiar.
Light Sensitivity (Ex) Dazzled as long as they remain in bright light.
Misfortune (1 round(s)) (DC 13) (Su) Target must take the lower of 2d20 for rolls.
Share Spells with Familiar The wizard may cast a spell with a target of "You" on his familiar (as a touch spell) instead of on himself. A wizard may cast spells on his familiar even if the spells do not normally affect creatures of the familiar's type (magical beast).
Slumber (1 rounds) (DC 13) (Su) Target falls asleep.
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Description

Melianthe is a tall elven woman with sleek skin the color of grey ash, violet eyes that seem to burn red at the pupil, and blonde hair. Most of this is usually covered up, however; when she walks the streets of Korvosa, she is invariably in a doctor's mask and a deeply hooded cowl to keep the sunlight from burning her eyes, and to hide her from the eyes of those prejudiced against dark skinned elves--eyes she has hid from most of her life. She has piercings of ebon along the length of her long ears, and nose, and will chuckle unnervingly when asked if she has more. Among companions, out of her doctor's outfit, she wears considerably less.

She has three main faces to the world: alluring and uncomfortably sensual; a no-nonsense masked healer full of great compassion for the downtrodden; a former shiver addict haunted by past tragedies, still plagued by the occasional twitch in her weakest moments. None of them encapsulates her in the entirety. At her most confident and true, she possesses a rich, throaty laugh that shakes even the angriest bravo who dares to threaten her.

Background
Little is said of the elves of the night; some call them the dusk elves, or grey elves, and usually in a hissed whisper with a spat punctuation. Whether their blood is infused with drow, or if they are some other origin--one of many ancient races of elves, once mighty and now persecuted by drow and sun elf alike, and yet brooking with both in some quarters--few discuss the possibilities, possibly for fear of discovering flaws in the story of the race of elves, so well known for being haughty, xenophobic, and pure.

Melianthe is such an elf. Her small tribe in the Churlwood slain by daylight elves, she fled to from town to town, always harrassed and despised. After some years, she found Korvosa and descended into darkness. Dusk elves are despised, as many consider them kin to drow, and thus her attempts to honestly integrate into society were met with scorn, and the scorching sun. She soon drifted into Lamm's clutches. Discovering her ability to send messages in dreams, he convinced her that shiver would increase her powers...but instead used her to send messages from her hallucinatory dreams to him and his cronies in order for idle amusement. She was used like this for a nightmarish period of time.

Finally breaking free, she huddled under docks and in sewers out of sight, sick with withdrawal, but determined to be herself again. After long months of living in the bowels of Korvosa, shaking off the effects of shiver, she found herself surrounded by crawling arachnid and insectile vermin, and given power by a mysterious dark form just beyond the clusters of arthropods. This form told her that revenge is not always evil, and deception is not always a lie, and unto her a great scorpion came, to be her guide and companion.

Melianthe returned to the streets of Korvosa with new resolve: to heal those who had been made ill by Lamm and others. Disguising her alien beauty beneath a doctor's mask, she treated the sick, found companions if not friends, and bided her time. Revenge is not always evil, but its patience can be matched by its bloodiness.

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Vraesh Mardan should be happy to live in Korvosa. That's what his father used to say often. Vraesh knew that his parents arrived to Korvosa as refugees from Cheliax, where the people cursed with the abyssal heritage were seen as good only for slavery. Father rarely spoke about his days in Cheliax, and when he did, he spoke slowly and with big pauses, as if carefully choosing what can be said and what was best left unspoken.
However, Vraesh himself had nothing to compare Korvosa to, and he wouldn't call it particularly tolerant. Since childhood he was a constant object of attacks and insults, but he soon noticed that at the root of this aggression lies fear. As if people expected him to turn into a Balor any time of the day.
Vraesh's temper was not as fiery as his appearance might have suggested, and he has grown as a quiet outcast. His heritage primarily manifested in his innate gift for magic, and he spent most of his time studying intensely to prepare for the entry exams to the Acadamae. Inside him, though, resentment and despise towards the so-called civilized races were building up. It could have led him to a woeful end, if not for Amanda.
Amanda was a half-orc girl he met at his first year of the Acadamae. It was a match made in heavens - they both were shunned by the society, they both had non-traditional appearance, and Amanda had a golden heart. Vraesh quickly noticed that her approach to magic was much more intuitive and spontaneous - she was training to become a sorcerer. These different approaches to the mutual interest have become their favourite conversation subject, and they spent hours on end talking about it during their evening promenades on Korvosa's quays and docksides.
It was there when he learned that Amanda had a family. Particularly, an older brother. Her brother Kadran was working at the docks, and he was everything Amanda wasn't - proud, brutish, and ill-tempered. Amanda has kept their relationship hidden from her brother, rightfully fearing his wrath. When he spotted them together, he made a very rude scene and threatened Vraesh.
At first, Vraesh was afraid, and even stopped dating Amanda for a while. But the more he thought about it, the more stupid this situation seemed to him and he felt more and more confident about himself. After all, he was a budding wizard with a mastery of the forces beyond that which the thug could even comprehend. Next time, he'll just turn him into a toad!
He made amends to Amanda and before long, her brother has somehow learned of it. One night, he met Vraesh in a dark alley. Vraesh was alone. Kadran brought friends. Vraesh raised his quarterstaff - a wizardly possession most students had - and invoked the most powerful spell he has recently learned. The thugs immediately fell asleep, but Kadran just blinked.
”Give me your walking stick, maggot. You can’t even use it propery anyway. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
The first strike has dissected the skin on his forehead. The blood filled his eyes and he didn’t see the second swing breaking his forearm. When a powerful jab with the staff’s end hit him in the solar plexus, he has finally lost consciousness.
When he awoke, broken and barely alive, the medic was working on him. He thought he was in a hospital, but it was not a hospital. It was a prison. He, was accused of murder, even as he had just almost become a victim of murder himself.
As Vraesh later learned, Kadran and his gang worked for a crimelord named Gaedren Lamm. Lamm has killed a man that night, and Kadran was tasked with finding a scapegoat for the crime. Vraesh turned up just at that time. They planted a ring belonging to the victim on his senseless body, and called the guards themselves, claiming to be witnesses of the murder who have detained the dangerous criminal. Vraesh was facing a sure sentence, if not for Amanda’s help, who has witnessed against her own brother and exposed the plot. Shortly after, she mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen again.
Even though Vraesh was now a free man, his life was broken. His wounds took months to heal and his fingers never fully regained the finesse befitting a wizard. While he was under trial, he was discharged from the Acadamae. But most of all, he has lost the sense of superiority that he nurtured in himself. It turned out any common thug could hurt him and his loved ones, and break his life. This will not do. He will become stronger, learn to defend himself, and he will make Lamm pay for what he and his cronies did to himself and must have done to Amanda.

Hana
Female Human (Chelaxian) Ninja 1
CN Medium Humanoid (human)
Init +3; Senses Perception +4
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Defense
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AC 15, touch 13, flat-footed 12 (+2 armor, +3 Dex)
hp 8 (1d8)
Fort +0, Ref +6, Will +0
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee Dagger +3 (1d4/19-20/x2)
Ranged Shuriken +3 (1d2/x2)
Special Attacks Sneak Attack +1d6
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Statistics
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Str 10, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 14
Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 13
Feats Two-weapon Fighting, Weapon Finesse
Traits Holy Schemer, Unhappy Childhood (Tortured)
Skills Acrobatics +7, Bluff +6, Climb +4, Disable Device +7, Disguise +6, Escape Artist +7, Perception +4, Perform (dance) +6, Sense Motive +5, Sleight of Hand +7, Stealth +7
Languages Common, Varisian
SQ Poison Use
Combat Gear Dagger (4), Leather armor, Shuriken (5); Other Gear Belt pouch (empty), Tanglefoot bag, Thieves' tools
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Special Abilities
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Poison Use You don't accidentally poison yourself with blades.
Sneak Attack +1d6 +1d6 damage if you flank your target or your target is flat-footed.

Hana's mother did not survive giving birth to her, despite the healer's best -- and as her father discovered afterwards, prohibitively expensive -- efforts. Her father was given just enough time to name her before being sent to debtor's prison for being unable to pay the healer, and thus the Milk of Human Kindness' orphanage was given yet another mouth to feed.

She grew up as yet another unwanted child among many, and not a terribly obedient or respectful one either. The matron frequently had to admonish her and tell her how grateful Hana should be for how much worse it could have been.

Then one day, it got worse -- her father died in an accident with his work crew while still in Debtor's Prison, and the stipend the orphanage drew from his 'pay' dried up. The matron spent quite some time savoring each word as she explained to the eight-year-old girl how the orphanage could no longer afford to waste its 'generosity' on an ungrateful, disrespectful girl when there were so many other children who would certainly appreciate it much more. 'Luckily', she knew of a man who had 'generously' decided to take her in and give her a chance to become a productive member of society...

Sarcasm aside, Hana did live better under Lamm's 'care' than she had in the strict regimen of the orphanage. Lamm quickly discovered that her agility and quick fingers had the makings of a very talented pickpocket and burglar, and as long as she brought him his due, he didn't care what else she did...

... Until the day she slipped up and was almost caught while lifting a lady's precious gems. She got away and managed to shake off pursuit, but one of the guards had recognized her as one of Lamm's Lambs, and the Korvosan Guard was dispatched to search for her at his home.

Lamm had managed to talk and bribe his way out of being accused of anything, as usual -- but by the time Hana arrived home empty-handed he was in a mood to set an example to all of his little lambs as to what happened when they let him down.

Hana doesn't remember much of the beating that followed. She vaguely remembers begging him to stop, and the realization dawning that he wouldn't. She doesn't remember how she got away, either, but the priestess of Calistria that found a thirteen-year-old girl unconscious and on the brink of death in an alcove in the temple proper (despite the fact that the temple had supposedly been locked down for the night) insists that she only found one knife concealed in her clothes when she treated her injuries when Hana distinctly remembers never carrying less than two.

Calistria, as a rule, isn't known for Her generosity either, but She does have a soft spot for those who hold vengeance in their hearts. And from her part, Hana found Calistria's honest selfishness a refreshing change from the orphanage's for-your-own-good hypocritical benevolence, and the concept of personal freedom appealed a great deal -- as did the notion of one day exacting suitable vengeance on Lamm...

Nowadays she's still an excellent pickpocket and burglar, although since the temple doesn't really need the money she is more likely to be asked to recover embarrassing information or blackmail material. At eighteen, she recently became old enough to do service... And discovered with mixed feelings that Lamm never even recognized her -- rage because he obviously didn't even remember the girl he nearly beat to death, and delight because the lack of recognition will make revenge that much easier to carry out.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Hana doesn't have a very high opinion of laws -- as far as she's concerned, the law has never helped her when she needed it, so why should she care? -- or of people in general, with what few friends she has managed to make as strong exceptions.

In many ways she's a consummate Calistrian: Pretty, clever, and selfish... And nurturing dreams of the vengeance she'll mete out on old Lamm.

Soon.

Chaotic Neutral priest of Calistria
Domains Chaos and Charm
Str 10 Dex 12 Co 12 Int 11 Wis 14 Cha 14+2=16 Natural Ac 11 HP 8+1=9 Ref +1 Will +4 Fort+3
Traits Charming, Missing sibling (sister)

The day Cyfle strode into Korvosa, she knew that she had made the right decision. Though she originally came to the city to study the differences between the migratory patterns of Korvasian
and Mwangi swallows, she was awed by the sites, sounds and smells of Korvosa and it's unique people. She befriended an elderly Gnome shopkeeper and offered her help in exchange for room and board. The
two became fast friends and later developed a pseudo mother/daughter relationship.

It was when her employer was accused of murder that the reality of the harsh laws of Korvosa opened Cyfle's eyes. Luckily, for her, but unluckily for the eyewitness, the case was eventually dropped against her adopted parent. However, the stigma remained causing long standing patrons to no longer patronize her establishment. She found out that before he died, that the eyewitness ratted out some jerk named Gaedren Lamm as the one that did both the murdering and the framing. If she can find this Lamm, she knows she can clear her mentor's reputation once and for all. So, with that, she sets off with her favorite tracking cat, Mr. Grumpy Bob, to bring Gaedren Lamm to justice.

To say Cyfle Anthea has a unique appearance is a profound understatement. Her short hair is choppy and asymmetrical, coming down to just under her earlobes with streaks of orange color running through it. She also possesses complete heterochromia iridum, in which one eye is a deep blue and the other is dark green.

Though Varisian, she tends to not wear flowing scarves common with those of other Varisians. Her clothing is a piece-meal smattering of different cultures, races and professions that constantly changes from day to day. (She may well wear the boot of an Elven ranger on one foot and adorn the other foot with a sturdy slipper of an Tian acrobat, while also wearing a bright red bodice matched with sailor breeches.)

Jasper River-run
Male Gnome Sorcerer (Wildblooded) 1
CG Small Humanoid (gnome)
Hero Points 1
Init +1; Senses Darkvision; Perception +0
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Defense
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AC 13, touch 12, flat-footed 12 (+1 armor, +1 Dex, +1 size)
hp 7 (1d6+1)
Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +2; +2 vs. illusions, +2 vs. fear and despair
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Offense
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Speed 20 ft.
Melee Dagger +0 (1d3-1/19-20/x2) and
Dagger +0 (1d3-1/19-20/x2)
Ranged Light crossbow +2 (1d6/19-20/x2)
Spell-Like Abilities Dancing Lights (1/day), Ghost Sound (1/day), Prestidigitation (1/day), Speak with Animals (1/day)
Sorcerer (Wildblooded) Spells Known (CL 1, +0 melee touch, +2 ranged touch):
1 (4/day) Color Spray (DC 17), Grease (DC 15)
0 (at will) Prestidigitation (DC 14), Ghost Sound (DC 16), Detect Magic, Disrupt Undead
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Statistics
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Str 9, Dex 12, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 10, Cha 18
Base Atk +0; CMB -2; CMD 9
Feats Eschew Materials, Spell Focus (Illusion)
Traits Ease of Faith, Framed (Family Honor)
Skills Acrobatics +1 (-3 jump), Bluff +10, Diplomacy +9, Fly +3, Spellcraft +5, Stealth +5, Use Magic Device +8
Languages Common, Draconic, Gnome, Sylvan
SQ Djinni, Electricity Ray (1d6) (7/day), Eternal Hope (1/day), Hero Points (1), Illusion Resistance
Combat Gear Dagger, Dagger, Haramaki, Light crossbow; Other Gear Alchemist's kindness (3), Backpack, masterwork (empty), Bedroll, Blanket, Caltrops (2), Chalk (5), Dominos, Flint and steel, Halfling trail rations (2), Hip flask, Ink, black, Musical instrument: Fiddle, Parchment (5), Poncho, Scroll case (empty), Tepache (per cup) (3), Tindertwig (3)
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TRACKED RESOURCES
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Dagger - 0/1
Dagger - 0/1
Dancing Lights (1/day) (Sp) - 0/1
Electricity Ray (1d6) (7/day) (Sp) - 0/7
Eternal Hope (1/day) - 0/1
Ghost Sound (1/day) (Sp) - 0/1
Halfling trail rations - 0/2
Prestidigitation (1/day) (Sp) - 0/1
Speak with Animals (1/day) (Sp) - 0/1
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Special Abilities
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Dancing Lights (1/day) (Sp) With Charisma 11+, cast Dancing Lights once per day.
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only).
Djinni You were born with the power of air genies, and the magic of the djinn is strong in you.

Bloodline Arcana: Whenever you cast a spell that deals energy damage, you can change the type of damage to electricity. This also changes the spell's d
Electricity Ray (1d6) (7/day) (Sp) Starting at 1st level, you can unleash an elemental ray as a standard action, targeting any foe within 30 feet as a ranged touch attack. This ray deals 1d6 points of electricity damage + 1 for every two sorcerer levels you possess. You can use this a
Eschew Materials Cast spells without materials, if component cost is 1 gp or less.
Eternal Hope (1/day) +2 save vs. fear and despair. 1/day, reroll a 1 rolled on 1d20.
Ghost Sound (1/day) (Sp) With Charisma 11+, cast Ghost Sound once per day.
Hero Points (1) Hero Points can be spent at any time to grant a variety of bonuses.
Illusion Resistance +2 racial bonus to saves against illusions.
Prestidigitation (1/day) (Sp) With Charisma 11+, cast Prestidigitation once per day.
Speak with Animals (1/day) (Sp) Speak with Animals 1/day.
Spell Focus (Illusion) Spells from one school of magic have +1 to their save DC.

Jasper and his brother Foster were in Korvosa to attend the Acadamae. Everything in life has been easy for Jasper so far, with his silver tongue, ability to talk his way out of almost anything and natural magical talent. Foster had to study for hours on end to achieve the same result, pouring constantly over his spellbook. Nevertheless both were well on their way to graduating with honors when Foster began working as an accountant for Lamm to help pay his tuition. Lamm eventually used Foster as a convenient scapegoat to take the wrap for the murder of a business rival. Although Jasper managed to smooth things over, his disgraced brother was forced to quit the acadamae and abandon his life's ambition. Determined to clear his brother's name and getting no help from the city watch, Jasper is set to confront Lamm himself.

Morvern Solari's mother was an ambitious young social climber who attached herself to the Korvosan diplomatic corps long enough
to find an exotic elven lover. When this union resulted in a child the father showed only a mild interest, and when he transferred away he left behind a polite letter and a modest stipend to aid the single mother in raising her child. The combination of heartbreak and
windfall led the young woman to begin a life time as a career alcoholic.

Morvern grew up ashamed of his mother's increasingly tawdry ways and longing to live up to the legacy he imagined for his distant father. He turned his natural intelligence towards magic, hoping to earn prestige by training at the Acadamae. He did well enough there, though he endured frequent teasing from his peers about his wastrel mother.

Eventually she drank through her remaining money and became indebted to the wrong sorts of people. Her inability to pay led thugs to come calling on Morvern at his Acadamae residence, suggesting that he should be the one to pay for his mother's debts. Angry words and well placed cantrips drove them off, but Morvern's anger and shame were evident to all.

When Morvern's mother turned up dead an eyewitness described an angry confrontation between a shamed Morvern and an unrepentant mother down by
the docks. A search of his dorm found a dagger still bearing traces of blood among his possessions. Some uncharitable authorities were willing
to believe a resentful half-elf could murder his own mother in a fit of rage, but a few other members of the Acadamae knew better. Their
interrogation of the witness revealed Morvern's innocence and extracted the name Gaedren Lamm. Morvern was freed but the incident cost him
his career at the Academae. and the recanted testimony soon cost the witness his life.

Now Morvern has nothing left of the life he hoped to lead, his past and future are gone. Gaedren Lamm has taken it all.

A straight up specialist wizard, no multi-classing planned. Probably with enchantment and necromancy as opposition schools. Planning on being Neutral Good. I think the way his background is set up I could choose one of several campaign traits, which might help to avoid overlapping traits among party members.

Maliya is a young Half Orc haunted by a history that isn't her own. Her powers as oracle of the outer rifts defined her youth and she joined the Hellknights in an attempt to get a grip on her powers. In combat she'll function as a combination of blaster and, to a lesser extent, enabler and controller. Outside of combat she's a social character with a lot of knowledge on planar dealings. If at all possible I'd like to eventually go for the Hellknight Signifier PrC

Str: 14 Int: 10
Dex: 10 Wis: 8
Con: 12 Cha: 18

Gear: Long Sword, Buckler, Scale Mail, Spear, Light Crossbow, Pathfinder's Kit

Some odds and ends beyond that probably

The daughter of one of Lady Eliasia Laroung's bodyguards and the master of the manor's stables, most of Maliya's youth took place in and around the Laroung manor. As a little girl she was trained both in the combat arts of her mother and her father's work as master of the stables. It looked as if she'd eventually take the place of one of her parents.

When her visions first manifested to her Maliya woke up screaming, babbling in a strange tongue that one of the Lady's apprentices recognised as Abyssal, the language of demons. The young man translated her words for her worried parents. In her visions she had seen dark realms were masses of fiends writhed and fought. She saw scenes of battles, both one fiend against another, against mortals and even against angels. When she stopped talking Maliya fell back into her bed and immediately went back to sleep.

Initially this whole episode was dismissed as a fevered dream, probably brought on by bad food but as the scenes started to repeat themselves, each visions described with more gory details, Maliya was moved to the University for study. There they came to the conclusion that Maliya's dreams were in fact visions of the Abyss and from battles the demons living there fought in the past, fight now or will fight in the future. They were, however, convinced that it would never move beyond these visions and that it simply would be something she had to learn to live with and that it could be a great asset if she decided to learn more on the matter.

For several years Maliya spent time at the university, both as a curiosity for students to study and to learn more about her connection to the abyss. Eventually it was discovered through complicated scrying of the past that one of her father's ancestor's had been a powerful demonologist and that somehow the taint he had placed on his bloodline surfaced in Maliya.

In addition she was still schooled in the arts of combat by her mother, but the horses had become skittish around her ever since the first vision and it took too much time to win the trust of every new horse. It was during sword training that her further abilities first showed as her weapon suddenly wavered as surrounded by hot air and when Maliya raised her weapon to attack the practice target it burst into flame. At this point the people at the university no longer knew what to do with er and considered her to be too dangerous to allow her entry within their walls again. Lady Leroung, who took pity on the little girl, used her connections to secure a place for her amongst the hellknights as a signifier armiger. Her parents, not knowing what other options remained, consented.

Her education amongst the Hellknights was harsh and unforgiving, but with their help she managed to control her abilities and finally get a grip on her visions as well. She still only spoke Abyssal during times of distress but at least she controlled her visions and powers instead of the other way around.

Her education continued and while on leave in Korvosa she met Marn, a young Half Orc who had recently joined the city guard. The two of them fell in love and soon they were engaged. They decided they would marry once Maliya had secured her place as a Signifier since He would have to stop as a city guard by then in order to prevent conflicts of interest for the both of them. It never came that far though, as within a few months of deciding on their engagement Marn was found dead in an alley. He had been on his way back to the barracks from patrol duty in Old Korvosa. The engagement ring both of them wore had been stolen from his body.

While the guard couldn't manage to track down the killer nor the ring, Maliya's mentor had more luck using divination. With it, he traced the ring to a shopkeeper in Midland. Sadly her pay as an armiger was to small to afford the ring and the shopkeeper either didn't believe her claims of being a hellknight or wasn't impressed by it and as such he wouldn't give her the ring. He did, however, tell her who sold it to him. Since then she's been on the hunt for a man called Gaedran Lamm.

Lucius was one of only two children born to Vatticus and Aurelia Taviskin in the outskirts of Korvosa. His father made a living as simple farmer, so Lucius grew up in outdoors along with his younger sister Julia (younger by two years). Life was idyllic in many ways, as Lucius and his sister loved the outdoors and were raised by loving parents.

Nevertheless, Lucius always harbored a secret desire for adventure that life on his father's farm would never provide. When just a boy, Vatticus had Lucius accompany him to the grand markets of Korvosa to sell some of the excess crop he had produced in a banner crop year. On a chance meeting, Vatticus introduced his small son to one of the Sable Marine's in town who was monitoring the peace in the markets that day. Lucius immediately was taken by the Ranger and his Hippogriff mount. From that moment forward, Lucius knew what he wanted in life.

As he grew older, his father began to grow frustrated with his son's obsession with joining the Sable Marine Corps. Vatticus tried in vain to draw Lucius' attention to work on the farm, as Lucius would inherit one day. As punishment on his eighteenth birthday for his day dreaming, Vatticus choose instead to take his younger sister Julia with him to the big city to sell the excess crop for the year. Sadly, this decision would result in tragedy, as Vatticus was mugged by the thugs of a local crime Lord named Lamm, and Julia abducted.

When Vatticus returned injured and broken for the loss of his only daughter, Lucius set his mind to achieving two great aims. The first was to hunt down Lamm and bring him to justice, as well as find his sister Julia; the second would be to join the Sable Marine Corps.

Without a word to his parents, Lucius grabbed his possessions and made his way Korvosa.

Lucius is a handsome and youthful looking young man. His hair is jet black, and his eyes are a pale greyish blue. Though wiry and quite athletic, Lucius is only of average height and not overly muscular. His expression is generally weary for someone of his age, though he always has a ready smile for friends and family.

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Lucius tends to be cautious with strangers, and takes his time to warm and open to people. Initial impressions of Lucius usually range from a quiet reserved lad to perhaps a little on the cool and indifferent side. Nevertheless, those who count Lucius as a friend would note is inherent optimism and belief that there is always a better tomorrow.

Have you ever beeb sold? Can you imagine being taken from your family and your tribe at a young age and being dropped into an urban jungle, when all you have know are the open planes and hills and sea? Now imagine the cruelty of Gaedren Lamm. No love, no warmth; only the whip and the demand to bring in more coin and to "not get caught." LOng nights huddling with other unloved youth for warmth and never a full belly. This for 6 years. If you can imagine this then maybe you can understand what drives Sagang. Its not quite hatred. Hatred is too selfish, and Segang's drive is more focused on ending Lamm to make sure he can never steel another's childhood.

The young barbarian spend 6 years in the "care" of Master Lamm. At age 12 he was recognized as Shoanti by visiting riders on market day. He was spotted trying to remove a coin purse from a shopper. It happened so fast. They called to him in Shoanti and he responded instinctively, still remembering the tongue of his early years. The next thing he knew he was in tribal leathers and seated behind a great warrior on his mount. Sagang can still remember holding onto the Earthbreaker across the warrior' back as they left Korvosa. Freedom had been so simple. The guards did not even stop and question them.

Returned to the Shriikiri-Quah, Sagang was once again under the big sky. He had to lear to ride again. And to hunt, and to swim, and to climb. But it all came back. His grandmother was there on his marking day when he received the tribal totems in bright inks onto his face and back. His head was shaved and he was officially named a man. When it came time to make the blood vows, he listened to the others. Most vows were to regain lost land from the evil Cheliax. Some were to avenge a family member or to hunt a great beast, But for Sagang there could be only one vow. Gaedren Lamm must be made to pay for his crimes. Gaedren Lamm must die.

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