GM Rednal's Rappan Athuk (Inactive)

Game Master Rednal

Timothy knew he was a freak. Much of his body had been covered in scales since his birth which had killed his mother. He had never known if it was his birth that had caused her body too much trauma or if it was the shock of seeing him that made her heart give out. Either way he had managed to survive on his own for several years as there was no father around and he had no idea who the man had been. Luckily for him he was found alone near the farm by a strange old man and taken away. They lived in solitude for many years.

Father Griss taught him many things about the world, secret knowledge. The old man was slightly insane but he had managed to survive many strange things and taught Timothy all he knew, how to help others survive also and fight back against the things that go bump in the night. The father was too old, well past his youth and had a few too many injuries from his many adventures that had finally caught up to him. He helped Timothy to disguise himself in magical and mundane ways so he could go out without negative reactions from people who couldn't handle his scaly skin, his leathery wings, his claws, sharp teeth and least of all his bronze eyes when they shon in the dark. Many would take him for something evil. Mostly because they were entirely ignorant of the true horrors that lurked in the dark and those that weren't rarely survived.

There were boons to his freakish form. The ability to shrug off wounds left him luckily alive when perhaps he should have died. Though he quickly learned not to make the same mistake twice. He found great freedom in flying above the cities at night when he couldn't be seen by anyone. Many nights he would fly around for hours, watching the towns and cities wherever he was staying at the time. He had only let one person besides Griss see him with his disguise down. Griss' grand daughter was a sorcerer, the only family he had left. They trained and worked together many times, building a strong connection over many years and adventures. Until one night they were hunting down a vampire who had been terrorising a village, taking people at night and killing cattle. When they infiltrated it's lair she was captured in a trap and before he could rescue her was turned into its thrall. After he defeated the vampire he left her, unable to deal with what he was going through. He told Father Griss that she was dead and as far as he was concerned she was. Griss became sick and rapidly deteriorated in his old age, dying not many years after.

Timothy laid him to rest, the hallowed ground of the cemetary specially prepared so that his body could rest in peace. Now Timothy would continue his legacy of the fight. He fought against many strange and alien things but at least one of them seemed to aid him and give him strength in battle. He didn't understand it at all. He just hoped the time when payment was demanded was a long time coming, and that he had time to figure out a way to survive. There were rumours of an ancient tomb full of evil creatures and things unspoken. Griss had told of a time he had tried to venture in but failed. Down the well was only darkness. He had failed and barely got out alive and always warned Timothy from going there. "You weren't a dragon old man. Perhaps I can succeed where you failed."

Brother Donovan... was he really brother to anyone?

The girl left just before dawn, taking the money off the counter. The slight ridges along her spine, the way her eyes glowed in the dark when she got excited. He knew what she was. Most of her... clients were too drunk to notice or remember. But, their subconscious wouldn't let them come back. As far as he knew, Brother Donovan was her only reliable client.

She was an adult, but he always thought of her as a good kid. There was an innocence that seemed genuine, but then again she could be that good.

The mist was thick as he made his way up the hill. His vestments always felt heavier in the mist, it was the moisture, he knew... It didn't make it any better. Literally, more weight on his shoulders.

He entered the gate into the outer monastery, mentally chuckled at the veneer of security as he moved through the courtyard and into the monastery proper. What mankind should fear, knows not of walls.

They bowed and steepled their hands, he was The Chosen. Eight Masters swore to dedicate their lives to training him, preparing him. The Chosen: part savior, part sacrificial lamb. Isn't that always the case? Prepare, an interesting and unfortunate term that made him feel like a dinner dish. Cleaned, scrubbed, dressed and trussed.

Eight masters, the number of chaos. The irony was surely lost on them. He was the vessel they choose to fill with their strength, knowledge and prowess. Scriptures, texts, tomes... Half his time was academic study. Half was equal parts stretching and discipline of the mind. And the other half, yes they crammed more into the day than was humanly possible. That third half was physical training.

The enemy, if they could be deemed such weren't human, not vaguely. Why should we limit ourselves?

I tell you the story of Richard Upton Pickman, a half giant expatriate artist of great renown that had settled in Cheliax. His works were brilliantly executed, but so graphic that they resulted in his membership in the Chelaxian Art Club being revoked and himself shunned by his fellow artists. The gentle Pickman was truly a gentle giant with a creative side that had taken to the occult, demonic, and devilish, and before is obsession with the occult, he was a favorite of the local boys as he drew caricatures of them for free, and the themes were whimsical and fairy-like in quality.

I was taken on a tour of Pickman's personal gallery, hidden away in a run-down backwater slum of the city. As we delved deeper into Pickman's mind and art, the rooms seemed to grow ever more evil and the paintings ever more horrific, ending with a final enormous painting of an unworldly, red-eyed and vaguely canine humanoid balefully chewing on a human victim.

A noise sent Pickman running outside the room with a crossbow while I reached out to unfold what looked like a small piece of rolled paper attached to the monstrous painting. The narrator heard the thud of crossbow bolts and Pickman walked back in with the empty crossbow, telling a story of shooting a large rat, and we departed.

Afterwards, I realized that he had nervously grabbed and put the rolled paper in his pocket when the bolt was fired. He unrolled the paper to reveal that it is a rendering not of the background of the painting, but of the subject. Pickman drew his inspirations not from a diseased imagination, but from monsters that were very much real!!

The story of Richard Upton Pickman did not end. I, Landu the Chelaxian diabolist commissioned the same Pickman after hearing of his tale from Humphrey. Asking for paintings of the most huge, bizarre and twisted devils for my amusement and enjoyment, I demanded explicit scenes where the torture and torment of innocents was featured. It appears that when I arrived at his gallery, my huge painting was displayed on the floor, a massive construction twenty by twenty feet. It is then I saw the very same Pickman in the painting, somewhat enlarged and besieged, fighting the very devils he had drawn. He escaped from the painting, his teeth clenched and spittle flying from his lips. His eyes were unfocused and maniacal. He held a sword of force he had used to defeat some of the twisted shapes and win his escape. He refused to accept payment for his painting, and I refused to accept the painting, shaken to the core and unable to even look at it. Richard Upton Pickman haunts my very dreams to this very day. His whereabouts are unknown, and the Chelaxian government had all his works burned, holding any Pickman art is a capital crime in Cheliax.

The half giant learned his psychic abilities as both a psychic warrior (weapon master) and soul knife (cutthroat) fighting the horrible creatures in his paintings. With the blend of soul knife and psychic warrior, Pickman will fill the skilled rogue, party tank, and still have powerful psionic ability to fuel useful battle abilities. He will have full saves, access to heavy armor, and 6+int skill points per level. The combination of the two classes and his template will make him a fearsome creature to fight.
Currently Soulknife 7/Psychic Warrior 7, he will be the party tank, with the Dream Eater template:

“Dream Eater” is an acquired template that can be added to any living intelligent creature.

CR: Same as base creature +2.

Alignment: Chaotic neutral—most dream eaters are chaotic evil and become worshipers of chaotic evil deities, but Pickman is hanging on to a Chaotic Neutral Alignment by a thread.
Senses: The base creature gains darkvision 60 ft.; if the base creature already possesses darkvision, the range of that ability increases by 60 ft.

Immunity: The base creature becomes immune to mind-affecting effects.
Special Attacks: A dream eater gains two special attacks, as detailed below. Both of these special attacks have save DCs equal to 10 + 1/2 the dream eater’s Hit Dice + the dream eater’s Charisma modifier.

Dream Eating (Su)
As a full-round action that provokes attacks of opportunity, a dream eater can consume a creature’s subconscious dreams if the victim fails to resist with a Will save. A sleeping victim takes a –2 penalty on saving throws against this ability, but automatically wakens if the save is successful. On a failed save, the victim takes 1d4 points of Charisma damage, and the dream eater gains a number of psychic points equal to the Charisma drained, to a maximum amount of psychic points equal to the dream eater’s Hit Dice.

Psychic Assault (Su)
As a swift action, a dream eater can imbue any melee attack he makes with a psychic assault, infusing the mind of the creature struck with hideous nightmare visions and hallucinations. The magnitude of the effect depends on how many psychic points the dream eater spends in the assault. By expending 1 point, the dream eater can cause the victim to become dazzled for 1d6 rounds. By expending 3 points, he can make a victim become staggered for 1d6 rounds. By expending 5 points, he can make the victim nauseated for 1d6 rounds. By expending 7 points, he can make the victim confused for 1d6 rounds. And by expending 9 points, he can stun the victim for 1d6 rounds. The victim can resist the psychic assault entirely by making a Will saving throw.

Special Abilities: A dream eater gains telepathy with other dream eaters to a range of 30 feet.

Ability Scores: Str +6, Dex +2, Con +4, Int +2, Wis +2, Cha +4.
Skills: A dream eater gains a +4 racial bonus on Perception and Stealth checks. He also gains a +8 racial bonus on Knowledge (religion) and Knowledge (planes) checks, and these two skills are now always considered class skills for the creature.

: These magic emulsions enable their possessor to create actual, permanent objects simply by depicting their form in two dimensions. The pigments are applied by a stick tipped with bristles, hair, or fur. The emulsion flows from the application to form the desired object as the artist concentrates on the desired image. One pot of marvelous pigments is sufficient to create a 1,000-cubic-foot object by depicting it two-dimensionally over a 100-square-foot surface.

Only normal, inanimate objects can be created, but Pickman has found a way to use diabolical materials to create truly diabolical subjects. The pigments must be applied to a surface. It takes 10 minutes and a DC 15 Craft (painting) check to depict an object with the pigments. Marvelous pigments cannot create magic items. Objects of value depicted by the pigments —precious metals, gems, jewelry, ivory, and so on— appear to be valuable but are really made of tin, lead, paste, brass, bone, and other such inexpensive materials. The user can create normal weapons, armor, and any other mundane item (including foodstuffs) whose value does not exceed 2,000 gp.

Items created are not magical; the effect is instantaneous.

Strong conjuration; CL 15th; Craft Wondrous Item, major creation; Price 4,000 gp.

Father Griss had been a great mentor to Timothy, rescuing him when he was young from a monster attack which killed the rest of his family but left him alive. Father Griss said he had been touched by something otherworldly, marked. Somehow when the creatures were attacking him and his family he could understand them. He did not know why but later learned he could speak a language he had never been taught. Griss said some people called this mark a curse, but if he embraced it it could instead strengthen instead of weaken him. He decided to embrace it rather than run from it and his connection to the divine grew. In his quest to find out where this connection came from he found clues linking back to the old gods. Griss had met one, or maybe it was an emmisary of her. Nevertheless a beautiful woman had visited him one day in his quests and he had known something powerful stood before him. He whispered her name to Timothy, Yidhra. If it was her that cursed him because of Griss' past he could never know for sure. She never appeared to him. Leaving him in the dark as to his purpose and fate.

Timothy grew very close to the Father's grand daughter. They trained together and hunted creatures for Griss as a team, vanquishing many foes in the attempt to protect their fellow men from those dark creatures that went bump in the night. She, Yvendra, was a sorcerer of some strength, knowing the ways of the Harrow better than many, a strong Diviner. Her insights proved valuable on their missions and saved them from many a close call.

As Griss grew older he could no longer go out in the field with them and stayed home, entrusting them with the mission. They were usually successful, destroying many evils, werewolf packs, haunts, undead and other unspeakable things which the common man would sooner forget existed and get along with their comfortable lives. They made few lasting friends, only contacts who fed them information. This rumour or that one, were they were needed. Griss had set that up when he was young. The network of souls he called it. The meaning of the name was a mystery to Timothy. With this help they eventually found a very old and hidden vampire lair. Only one remained and had until recently remained dormant. A string of missing people had tipped off their contacts and they investigated.

The old mansion they found in the middle of no where was the home of this ancient vampire. Guarded by grotesque undead and traps. They got split up and Timothy was cornered and alone. The vampire pounced and captured him, draining him of life before Yvendra could find him. He lay there in the coffin, dead. When he woke the next day, strangely he could not feel his master. She had defeated him and destroyed him coffin. He saw her standing over him, tears in her eyes. He could smell her, a new coppery smell. It was beautiful. He knew he was a killer now, but he resisted at first. She should kill him so he wouldn't harm anyone else. It's what they had fought for their whole lives. But she put the lid back on his coffin and walked away, unable to destroy the man she loved.

He waited for her to leave before he exited the mansion. All of the other monsters had been destroyed from here. Only the mansion still stood. He shouldn't exist, but he didn't want to die again. He forced himself to exist off animals. The bland taste of their blood gave no joy but kept him from becoming too hungry where he went after others. He managed to control the hunger, the empty spot in his mind where his master had barely resided could not influence him. Perhaps he was lucky Yvendra had destroyed him before Timothy woke and allowed him his own freedom of choice instead of being a thrall.

He knew of a place full of evil that they had never dared enter. Griss had always forbidden them to go to Rappan Athuk. Many other fools had gone and died there, even Griss had once gone and barely gotten out alive, the only one of his team to survive. Best to let some evil sleep he had said. Some things are too powerful and alien to even understand how to fight it. Rappan Athuk appeared to be infested with such. In the dark of night he snuck into Griss' secret basement, past the wards set up to prevent such as him from getting in. The failure being that the passwords had not been reset yet. He borrowed several items and magical weapons for his journey. First he had to survive the journey without being detected. He had no idea what to do once he got there but that could be figured out later. Unknown to him, Yvendra watched him leave, not knowing where he was going or what he was doing. She had kept the fact of his survival from her grand father to avoid the hunt he would undoutably order on him.

1) What languages do you think we'll find most useful? Thanks to a decent Int and a point in Linguistics, I have 3 languages I can pick, and I'm not entirely sure which would make sense to have.

2) Soulknife gives Wild Talent at 1st level, which turns into Psionic Talent if you already are a Psionic character. Would Soulknife 1/Vitalist 1 count as "already Psionic" for this purpose?

3) The Soulknife's Focused Offense blade skill says that it replaces Strength rolls for to-hit and damage with Wisdom. Would this mean you get 1.5x Wisdom modifier to damage when using a 2H? I did a google search and it seems like even DSP isn't 100% on this. Here is the lead designer of Path of War saying "no", and here is another DSP staff member (Andreas Rönnqvist, under the username Angellis_ater) saying "yes".

4) I intend to have a Psicrystal Staff to keep my Psicrystal in. Would it be okay to channel my Mind Blade through the staff, effectively having the blade channeled through the psicrystal? This shouldn't affect anything mechanically, but it'd be really cool fluff-wise. I would stick to using the 2H mind blade form except when using Mind Daggers, which I'd fluff as the blade being thrown from the staff at enemies.

Ulthar, in Golarion’s Dreamland. By law and custom there, no one may kill a cat, and the cats there have long fought in eldritch wars against creatures that would otherwise have slain the merely human inhabitants of their village. It was, as it happens, a clear, cold, and moonless night, a sky so deep that even in Ulthar men and women stayed indoors, huddled around fires to keep from feeling the pull of those vast and alien starlit depths. On rooftop and balcony, and through the narrow and winding streets, though, the cats of Ulthar were on the prowl. And thus they were the only ones to see the clouds blow in, riding winds from the furthest north, halting to crown the peak of Hatheg-Kla. The Gods of Earth had come...but not to dance, as was their wont in ages past. The clouds, almost invisible in the starlight, took on the shape of pshent-crowned humans, as they had for young Menes when Atal the priest was young. A vast and cloudy hand extended towards the town, stretching across the sky. And in the mind of a fine black tom, a voice whispered, Awaken. The Other Gods in their abyss have called for champions. Their Messenger has spoken, and the Great Ones have chosen you to burn Rappan Athuk. The cat began to fade away....

In the waking world, a small black tomcat stirred from its accustomed spot in front of the hearth. He stretched and yawned, eyes closed, still mostly asleep--half in Dream and half awake--and then it happened. Divine power poured from the clouds over Ulthar into where the cat had been, streaming across the gulf that divides Dreamland from the waking world, and burning its way into the cat, changing wherever it touched. Darkness covered the creature, shadows crawling from the corners of the room. The fire died, and the cold of Hatheg-Kla’s heights fell onto the room. Take hands to hold weapons, skill in their wielding, knowledge of your task. Take language and a tongue fit to speak it. The cat yowled, more in surprise than in pain, rising on its hind legs to stand upright as its mind and body were forced to grow and change in strange and unaccustomed ways. Know that you will not fight alone. The blessing of the Great Ones shall stay with you. Call at need. And you shall have allies--the summons of the Other Gods has been carried across the worlds. You will work with them or die. Do not fail us. The cat’s startled yowling turned to words in the Aklo tongue, voice deepening. The darkness parted.

Standing in front of the hearth was a tall and handsome catfolk, with a jet-black coat and blazing green eyes. He wore a dark cloak, sheathed weapons in his belt, a pack on his back. He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers, and tsked at the lack of claws before drawing a gleaming kukri and examining its razor edge. "It will do. Now, to find those allies, and then this Rappan Athuk...."

Shadow is an advanced catfolk Dark Tapestry oracle|slayer, tongues curse (Aklo, of course), two-weapon (dual kukris) stealthy combatant with some face skills. All I've done so far is stat assignments; will update the profile as I refine the crunch. Unfortunately, the boards threw away my first draft.

Male drow cleric of Azathoth 8-illusionist (phantasm) 8
CN Medium humanoid (elf)
Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +17
Aura bedeviling (30 ft., 8 rounds/day), madness (30 ft., 8 rounds/day DC 18)
DEFENSE
AC 22, touch 15, flat-footed 19 (+6 armor, +3 Dex, +2 luck, +1 natural)
hp 80 (8d8+16);
Fort +7; Ref +6; Will +11; +2 vs. enchantment
Defensive Abilities jingasa of the fortunate soldier 1/day; Immune sleep; SR 14
OFFENSE
Speed 30 ft.
Melee +3 conductive spell-storing longspear, +11/+6 (d8+6/x3), mwk cestus +8/+3 (d4/19-20)
Ranged light crossbow +9 (d8/19-20)
Special Attacks channel positive energy 4/day (4d6, DC 15)
Domain Spell-Like Abilities (CL 8th; concentration +12)
7/day—touch of chaos
Racial Spell-Like Abilities (CL 8th; concentration +9)
Constant—detect magic
At will—dancing lights, deeper darkness, faerie fire, feather fall, levitate
1/day—dispel magic, divine favor, suggestion
Cleric Spells Prepared (CL 8th; concentration +12)
4th—chaos hammerD (Will DC 18), freedom of movement, greater magic weapon, spiritual ally
3rd—dispel magic, magic circle against lawD, magic vestment, prayer, speak with the dead (Will DC 17)
2nd—align weapon, defending bone, resist energy, touch of idiocyD, weapon of awe
1st—bless, comprehend languages, command (Will DC 15), ear-piercing scream lesser confusionD (Will DC 15), shield of faith (2)
0—create water, guidance, purify food and drink, read magic
Domains Chaos (Entropy) and Madness (Nightmare)
Illusionist Spells Prepared (CL 8th; concentration +12)
4th—dimension door, enervation, greater invisibility, reach vampiric touch
3rd—haste, major image (2, Will DC 18), vampiric touch (2)
2nd—glitterdust (Will DC 16), darkvision, haunting mist (2), mirror image (2)
1st—grease (DC 15), ear-piercing scream (Fort DC 15), mage armor, silent image (Will DC 16), unseen servant, vanish
0—acid splash, ghost sound (Will DC 15), message, prestidigitaiton
Opposed Schools Abjuration, Divination
TACTICS
Before Combat At the beginning of every day Zarox casts darkvision, greater magic weapon, mage armor, magic vestment, and unseen servant. If his longspear doesn’t have a spell stored in it, he also casts vampiric touch into it.
STATISTICS
Str 14, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 18, Wis 18, Cha 13
Base Atk +6; CMB +8; CMD 21
Feats Combat Reflexes, Drow NobilityB, Greater Drow NobilityB, Improved Drow NobilityB, Improved Umbral Scion, Reach SpellB, Scribe ScrollB, Spell Focus (illusion), Toughness, Umbral ScionB
Traits Fate’s Favored, Horrifying Mind
Skills Acrobatics +7, Heal +11, Knowledge (arcana) +15, Knowledge (history) +11, Knowledge (local) +11, Knowledge (planes) +15, Knowledge (religion) +15, Perception +17, Sense Motive +11, Spellcraft +15; Racial Modifiers +2 Perception
Languages Aklo, Common, Elven, Undercommon
SQ arcane bond (+1 conductive spell-storing longspear), aura, drow immunities, extended illusions, fearful touch, hasten the end, keen senses, poison use, spell resistance, spontaneous casting, surface infiltrator, terror 7/day, weapon familiarity
Combat Gear crossbow bolts (30); Other Gear amulet of natural armor +1, belt of incredible dexterity +2, mwk cestus, cleric’s kit, cloak of resistance +1, handy haversack, headband of mental prowess +2 [INT/WIS], light crossbow, pearl of power (1st), spellbook [all non-abjuration/divination cantrips and spells prepared, plus glitterdust, haunting mists, illusory poison, minor phantom object, unerring weapon], 4679 gp

Indrito was raised in Magnimar, the child of a guardsman and a Calistrian prostitute. Like many Emberkin, he struggled with questions of morality and sin during his childhood, often getting into trouble with his mother (and her clients), but able to worm his way out of the spotlight, shifting blame elsewhere and avoiding the sting. Yet, his Aasimar blood would cause him to feel great shame at his actions, and he would find ways to punish himself for his guilt. The cycle of sin and self-flagellation continued through much of his childhood.

Always a curious person, Indrito took to exploring the ancient ruins left by the Thassilonian Empire's collapse, fascinated both by the wonders of their timelessness and by the enormity of time that had spanned their existence. In one such ruin, Indrito found the answers to his life-long questions of morality and vice bound between the covers of an ancient tome. This volume spoke of the gods beyond the stars, of Azathoth, Nyarlathotep, Shub-Niggurath, and, foremost in fascination to the young Emberkin, Yog-Sothoth, the Lurker at the Threshold, who awaits the end of eternity. Reading the time-lost pages, Indrito felt his mind freeing itself from the shackles of both society and biology, unbound from his previous notions of morality.

Since finding the tome, Indrito has traveled far and wide, pushing the boundaries of his moral freedom, subtly influencing events and people across Avistan. He has learned to master the little lies of life, those people tell themselves to make living bearable. He has forged his tongue into a weapon of chaos, and revels in the fire honing it. By the time he has finished with a lie, the listener swears it was theirs to begin with, and holds onto it as dearly as if it were. Nor is he above using magical means of manipulations.

During his travels, he looks for signs of the works of the Elder Gods, seeking clarity of purpose in their freeing madness. His recent works have brought the horrors of Rappan Athuk to his attention. Here is a place where virtue and sin clash for dominance, reminding him of the follies of ancient Thassilon. Here, there is opportunity for freedom to spread from under the thumb of either form tyranny.

"Of course it does not apply to me. I am the soul of honor, kindness, mercy, and goodness. Trust me in all things." -Corwin

"And I, of course, am innocent of all but malice." -Fiona --Chronicles of Amber, Roger Zelazny

Indrito Skalf epitomizes the spirit of these two quotes. A born, raised, and trained manipulator, he sows chaos through the spread of both information and misinformation, awaiting the day when the Great Old Ones and Outer Gods will come to Golarion and bring about a new age of chaos and wonder. Indrito plies his innocent good looks, the innate feelings of trust he engenders in others, and skills of deception born of a human's lifespan worth of practice to not only believe his words- but to spread them.

Indrito bring plenty of skills to the party; he is a decent trapfinder/disabler, consummate diplomancer, plentiful healer, powerful enchanter, and sage extraordinaire.

Male peri-blooded aasimar (emberkin) Inveigler Bard (Archaeologist) 7 Oracle (Psychic Searcher) 8 Gestalt

CN Medium outsider (native)
Init +10; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +15
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Defense
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AC 22, touch 12, flat-footed 21 (+7 armor, +1 deflection, +1 Dex, +3 shield)
hp 80 (8d8+16)
Fort +14, Ref +16, Will +17
Defensive Abilities evasion, trap sense +2, uncanny dodge; Immune exhaustion, fatigue; Resist acid 5, cold 5, electricity 5
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Offense
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Speed 20 ft.
Melee +1 mithral rapier +7/+2 (1d6+1/18-20)
Ranged +1 shortbow +8/+3 (1d6+1/×3)
Special Attacks archaeologist's luck 14 rounds/day (+2), charming falsehood

Spell-Like Abilities (CL 8th; concentration +18)
. . 1/day—pyrotechnics (DC 22)
Oracle Spell-Like Abilities (CL 8th; concentration +18)
. . 1/day—speed or slow time

Bard (Archaeologist) Spells Known (CL 7th; concentration +17)
. . 3rd (3/day)—charm monster (DC 25), cure serious wounds
. . 2nd (6/day)—anonymous interaction[ACG] (DC 24), blindness/deafness (DC 22), calm emotions (DC 24), cure moderate wounds
. . 1st (7/day)—charm person (DC 23), disguise self, hideous laughter (DC 23), innocence[APG], unseen servant
. . 0 (at will)—animate tools, canny effort, detect magic, mending, prestidigitation, sift[APG]

Oracle (Psychic Searcher) Spells Known (CL 8th; concentration +18)
. . 4th (5/day)—cure critical wounds, divination, divine power
. . 3rd (7/day)—cure serious wounds, invisibility purge, locate object, nap stack[APG] (DC 23)
. . 2nd (9/day)—augury, cure moderate wounds, hold person (DC 24), lesser restoration, sound burst (DC 22)
. . 1st (9/day)—cure light wounds, mistsight, murderous command[UM] (DC 23), shield of faith, shield speech, unbreakable heart[ISWG]
. . 0 (at will)—cleansing ray, create water, detect charm, discern health, enhanced diplomacy, lightning sand (DC 20), purify food and drink (DC 20), read magic
. . Mystery Time

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Statistics
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Str 10, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 20, Wis 12, Cha 30
Base Atk +6; CMB +6; CMD 18

Feats Antagonize[UM], Battle Cry[ACG], Divine Protection[ACG], Extra Revelation[APG], Extra Rogue Talent[APG], Greater Spell Focus (enchantment), Improved Feint, Noble Scion Of War[ISWG], Persuasive, Spell Focus (enchantment)

Traits fate's favored, innocent

Skills (Rank Stat Class Misc)
Acrobatics +3 (2 1 3 -3)(-1 to jump),
Appraise +10 (2 3 5 0),
Bluff +29 (8 10 3 8),
Climb +2 (2 0 3 -3),
Diplomacy +31 (8 10 3 10),
Disable Device +11 (8 1 3 -3+2),
Disguise +21 (8 10 3 0),
Escape Artist +3 (2 1 3 -3),
Fly +2 (2 0 3 -3),
Handle Animal +14 (1 10 3 0),
Heal +5 (1 1 3 0),
Intimidate +16 (1 10 3 2),
Knowledge (arcana) +12 (1 3 5 3),
Knowledge (dungeoneering) +12 (1 3 5 3),
Knowledge (engineering) +12 (1 3 5 3),
Knowledge (geography) +12 (1 3 5 3),
Knowledge (history) +12 (1 3 5 3),
Knowledge (local) +12 (1 3 5 3),
Knowledge (nature) +12 (1 3 5 3),
Knowledge (nobility) +14 (1 3 5 5),
Knowledge (planes) +12 (1 3 5 3),
Knowledge (religion) +19 (8 3 5 3),
Linguistics +11 (1 3 5 2),
Perception +15 (8 1 3 3),
Perform (act) +21 (8 3 10 0),
Ride +2 (1 1 3 -3),
Sense Motive +14 (8 1 3 2),
Sleight of Hand +7 (2 1 3 -3+4),
Spellcraft +16 (8 5 3 0),
Stealth +3 (2 1 3 -3),
Survival +2 (1 1 0 0),
Swim +2 (2 0 3 -3),
Use Magic Device +21 (8 10 3 0)

Languages Aklo, Celestial, Common, Draconic, Dwarven, Elven, Gnome, Sylvan, Thassilonian

SQ bardic knowledge +3, clever explorer +3, hidden enchantment, inspiration, investigator talent (amazing inspiration), lore master 1/day, oracle's curse (lame), revelations (knowledge of the ages, speed or slow time, temporal celerity), rogue talents (coax information, convincing lie), slow and steady, taken to the grave, truespeaker, truth be told, undetectable alignment, undetectable thoughts

Combat Gear extend metamagic rod (lesser), runestone of power (1st), wand of cure light wounds, durable arrow (20); Other Gear +1 mithral lamellar (steel) armor, +1 mithral heavy steel shield, +1 mithral rapier, +1 shortbow, handy haversack, headband of alluring charisma +4, ring of protection +1, ring of spell knowledge i, bedroll, belt pouch, flint and steel, hemp rope (50 ft.), ink, black, inkpen, journal, masterwork thieves' tools, mess kit, mirror, pot, soap, torch (10), trail rations (5), waterskin, 76 gp