Jack Daniels's Untitled Campaign

Game Master Jack Daniels

Then word of the First Mendevian Crusade came to Kyonin, and something in the nascent wizard’s heart began to change. Treerazer's depredations in the south of Kyonin were a known quantity, but this was a new thing. The change was subtle at first...a growing urgency to his studies and focus on the more martial aspects of roguery, but that could easily be attributed to the deaths of his parents, supposedly slain in Tanglebriar. But the years became decades, the news from the Worldwound grew grimmer, and the changes continued…not only internal, but also in appearance; the chameleon nature of elvenkind saw to that. His fine, bishounen features hardened and became angular, hawklike; his long blond hair darkened, and a strange mark appeared on his back, the spiral symbol of the Riftwardens. His nights were troubled by dreams of Kyonin’s fall and the death of all he held dear, and so his days filled with arcane studies to the exclusion of everything else. Finally he was ready, and in recognition of his new dedication he left his old name behind him in Kyonin, taking as his name an ancient Sovyrian word meaning only "Weapon."

What Melchesiech did not know until he came to Kenabres was that he was not the first (or even the second) crusading elf with that name. His parents, whom he thought had died in Tanglebriar, had actually joined the crusaders in Kenabres decades before, both calling themselves Melchesiech. They went missing soon after they arrived, though, lost on a mission into the Worldwound.

His alignment is starred because he has deliberately made his personality a better match for the Inevitables, whom he believes are best capable of aiding in his quest to close the Worldwound. His self-sacrifice, though, is ultimately a Good act. So he generally acts LN, but is at heart LG (for the moment).

In appearance, Melchesiech is a blade-thin elf with sharp, ascetic features that in many ways match his hawk familiar. His movements are precise and well-controlled; though possessed of the usual elven grace, in his case his rigidity of posture and stillness when not actually doing anything combine to give the impression of a well-made clockwork automaton. He has little or no emotional affect, again evincing an atypical level of self-control for an elf. (In his case, it is clearly not boredom; he is engaged with the world, but attempts to show no visible emotion beyond an occasional intense curiosity.)

Incidentally, I messed with the fluff for the Riftwarden Orphan trait a bit because otherwise it wouldn't apply to an elf; it's been less than a century since the Worldwound reopened, and the minimum starting age for an elf wizard is 120 years.

He found himself among a small band of fighters, and for once no one looked askance at his stilted mannerisms--no one who had seen the Abyssal general was entirely sane, so there was a certain amount of tolerance for oddity. Survival has a way of overcoming such things. Not that I would have wanted it this way. Of course. They kept to the shadows as much as possible, trying to gather up other survivors. They realized too late, though, that larger groups quickly became targets, and that there were still demons of considerable power in the city. Melchesiech's first warning was when a creature like a great vulture tore apart the three humans in the rear of the group before anyone knew it was there. He put an iron arrow into it, and some of the others managed to wound it slightly, but the band was clearly overmatched. Once again the elf ran.

After that, he avoided contact with anyone. He would sometimes fight, if he could attack from surprise and be sure of killing; more often than not he hid or ran. His goal was the Librarium of the Broken Black Wing, which he had heard might have information regarding demons. The stupidity of this goal did not occur to him, but his mind had still not recovered from the proximity of the demon general, and he was not yet entirely sane.

When he reached the Librarium, though, it had been leveled. The shock left him completely unable to formulate any further plans, and it was all he could do to conceal himself in a nearby building, with the vague hope of waiting for others who might have the same idea he did. He nodded off for a time, roused every few minutes by terrifying nightmares of the demon general coming for him, or by the sounds of distant screams as demons or cultists found another refugee or three. Not for nothing, though, had he studied and prepared himself for this, and eventually his mind recovered at least somewhat from the shocks of the day...enough that he could start to make plans There will likely be a counterattack, and all I have to do is survive until it gets here. This will not be easy. I will need food and shelter, and a small group of competent allies. Small enough not to draw attack, competent enough to beat the minor threats. Five days here, and if there is no counterattack it will be time to flee the city. First, though, allies. He set out into the streets of Kenabres, bow in hand, as dawn broke over the ruined city.

Defense
AC 17 (Armor +4, Dex +3) Touch 13 FF 14
HP 30 (3d10+6)
Fort +4 Ref +6 Will +1, +2 vs poison, +2 vs enchantments
Immune: magical sleep

Offense
Melee: masterwork cold iron rapier +7 (1d6 18-20/x2)
Ranged: masterwork composite longbow +7 (1d8 20/x3) Range 110, Ammo: 20
Bombs: touch +6 (2d6+4, 10’ radius splash for 6 fire, DC 15 ref for half. DC 15 Ref or burn 1d6) Range: 20, Ammo: 7/day
BAB 3 CMB +3 CMD 16

Statistics
Abilities: Str 10 Dex 16 Con 12 Int 18 Wis 10 Cha 10
SQ: favored class (alchemist; HP), elven immunities, keen senses, elven magic, weapon familiarity, low-light vision, track (+1), trapfinding (+1), wild empathy (+3), alchemy, poison resistance +2, poison use, swift alchemy
SA: Bomb (2d6+4; 7/day, 6 splash DC 15 reflex for half), mutagen (+2NA, +4/-4, 30min. Currently Prepared: +Dex/-Wis)
Favored Enemy: humanoids (human)
Favored Terrain: urban
Discoveries: explosive bombs
Feats: Point Blank Shot, Rapid ShotB, Weapon Finesse, Brew PotionB, EnduranceB, Throw AnythingB
Traits: Seeker of Brightness (+1 Kn(arcana), +1 Perception), Alchemical Adept (+2 Craft(Alch), no loss of mats so long as don’t roll a 1)
Skills: Acrobatics +6, Climb +8, Craft (alchemy) +15, Disable Device +11, Intimidate +6, Knowledge (arcana) +11, Knowledge (nature) +10, Perception +9, Sleight of Hand +9, Spellcraft +10, Stealth +9, Survival +6
Combat Gear: Acid (10), Alchemist Fire (10), Defoliant (2), Tanglefoot Bag (2), Antitoxin (2), Antiplague (2),
Equipment: masterwork composite longbow bow, 20 arrows, masterwork cold iron rapier, silver dagger, club, mithral shirt, alchemy crafting kit, backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, flint & steel, ink, inkpen, iron pot, mess kit, soap, torches (10), trail rations (5), waterskin, formula book, 50’ silk rope, climber’s kit, pitons (10), masterwork thieves’ tools
Coin 22
Potions: CLW (2), Ant Haul (2), Magic Weapon (2)
Alchemist Extracts: CL 3, Save DC 13+spell level
1st: Ant Haul, CLW, Shield, Reduce Person

Formulae Book:
1st: Ant Haul, Blend, Cure Light Wounds, Endure Elements, Enlarge Person, Heightened Awareness, Jump, Reduce Person, Shield

Description: Dr. Janebroaun Ayres is a 154 old elf, standing 6’2” tall and massing 130lbs. He wears light colored tradesman clothing over stout leather boots up to his knee, and almost always has a thick leather apron on over that. The apron is festooned with pockets, pouches, and little straps for carrying all sorts of vials, tools, and assorted other items. It also bears a striking number of oddly colored stains and a few burn scars. He wears his light brown hair closely cut and simply styled, and has protective goggles on his face or dangling around his neck. When traveling out and about, he carries a heavy reinforced pack, with a well-worn wooden case strapped underneath to hold his alchemy crafting materials. When armed, he has a longbow and quiver over his shoulders, with a finely crafted rapier on one hip, balanced by a long dagger on the other.

Background: Dr. Ayres came up to the Worldwound area several years ago, after honing his alchemical skills to the best he could away from the chaotic realm. In Kenabres, he set up a clinic to render aid for the population, selling potions to cure injuries, illnesses, and the like, and providing much needed alchemical tools for the warriors in the Crusade. Any number of would-be-bandits sought to rob or assault him, finding that his healing skills can be turned quite deadly, especially against fallen Crusading humans.

At the time of the demonic assault, Janebraun was away from his shop, out gathering supplies and making a few deliveries. His building was one of those collapsed in the initial earthquake, but thankfully he already had his necessary equipment and gear with him. For the past day or so, he has hidden, stalking the broken streets while trying to survive as best he can. He helped a few injured citizens here and there, trying to gather up resistance to the incursion, but he does not know if anyone really remains in charge of the city. He keeps his bow ready, remaining in the damaged rubble as much as possible, and prepares to slay any fallen Crusaders who would bring him down.

NG Medium Humanoid (Catfolk
Init +6; Senses Perception +7, Scent, Darkvision 30 ft
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DEFENSE
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AC 20, touch 14, flat-footed 16 (+4 armor, +4 dex, +2 shield)
hp
Fort +3, Ref +7, Will +2
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OFFENSE
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Speed 30 ft.

Melee

+1 Dueling Sword, Slashing, 19-20 X2, Magic.
Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22 Slashing damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Ranged
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STATISTICS
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Abilities Str 13, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 8, Cha 16
Base Atk 2 ; CMB +3 ; CMD 17

Skills

Acrobatics +9
Climb +12
Craft weapons +6
Diplomacy +9
Disable device +12
Dungeoneering +4
Local +4
Planes +5
Linguistics +6
Perception +7
Spellcraft +6
Stealth +10
Swim +4
UMD +7

Feats

Level 1- Exotic weapon proficiency (Dueling Sword)
Bonus feat UC Rogue-Weapon finesse
UC Rogue Talents-Combat Trick- Quick Draw
Bonus feat Battle oracle-Weapon focus (Dueling Sword)
Level 3- Dueling Mastery

Spells

Level 0
Detect Magic
Read Magic
Create Water
Spark
Purify food and Drink

Level 1- 6 per day

Cure Light wounds
Divine Favor
Protection from Evil
Remove Fear

Concept and Background

1)Artemis grew up in Kenabres with his foster family, he never knew his birth parent. His family lived month to month, barely scrapping by. He helped however he could.

2) Around teenage years, he asked his foster family about his birth parents. Finding out they were Riftwardens, he believes them to be heroes.

3) Despite his timid nature, Artemis wants to follow in his parents footsteps and become a hero. Though at first he had no exceptional talents.

4) As he grew older and trained in the art of swordplay and attempt at magic, pushing himself to his limits. his hair and eye color grew pale silver, though his skill and potential shot up his eye sight was damaged. limiting his vision in some ways but strengthening them in others oddly.

5) He tries to be prepared for any eventuality, he took up learning languages to spy on enemies, learning weapon crafting and spell craft. Even if not the best at things, he tries.

6) On the day of the Assault, he was readying to leave on a journey to become an adventurer hero. When the Horror began, he rushed out to save as many people as he could, hiding and or escorting them to a "safe" location. He fought and focused on gathering forces, even if not official military, he always had a certain way with words.

Goals

1) To discover what truly happened to his parent

2) He wants to be the worlds greatest hero and save everyone he can see.

Secrets

1) He sometimes resorts to thievery to keep his family surviving.

Fitting with his heroic nature, he's unwaveringly loyal to his friends and those he cares for. He believes people can be redeemed even if they commit heinous actions.

Picture of him

It wasn't until her late teenage years, when UU's unearthly heritage (Plumekith Aasimar) really started to assert itself that she had to revisit her career choice. That, and a 'chance' meeting on the road with a warrior-priestess of Shelyn. She had to be one of the nastiest looking hags UU had ever seen. And her only talents were a gift for sharp-tongued criticism and displaying artistry at delivering a decisive, single-handed, beat-down on a group of highwaymen. Nine Hells thought UU, maybe I can do that! She put down her tattoo needles and apprenticed with the old lady (Class Combo: Cleric/Monk). In her six years of apprenticeship and even when she took on the mantle of a warrior-priestess - UU never learned the old woman's name. They were just 'old lady' and 'stupid girl'. Though, after 5 years, UU was pleased that she was promoted (grudgingly) to 'girl'.

UU spent a couple years as an itinerant priestess putting boot-to-ass for Shelyn before the dreams returned. This time, they were more like nightmares. The songbird was battered, sometimes wounded. It always flew North to circle over a beseiged city, fortified by walls within walls. The city's defenses were taxed, pressed on all sides by waves of demonic foes pouring from a great rent in the land miles away. The bird enters the city, settles on a haggard tree in a small courtyard garden and begins to sing. After the second sleepless week of these dreams, UU headed for Kenabres - the location could be no other. Roaming the city, using her dreams as a guide, Udaya soon found the courtyard. Every day, around her duties, she returned to the courtyard waiting for the bird to appear and give her further guidance. She was there when the unthinkable happened.

Udaya appears as a tall Varisian woman with dark olive skin, brown eyes, and an unruly mane of black hair. She wears a thick cotton monk's gi in beige and a black pleated hakama. Atop both, slung diagonally across her chest, is a simple, almost military, grey cassock of her faith. She is never without her well-used and razor-sharp glaive featuring a curved blade. Her Aasimar heritage manifests as a black faerie-fire-like halo when she is angry.

STR[11] [+0][1p]
DEX[16] [+3][5p][+2Race]
CON[10] [01][2p][-2Race]
INT[14] [+2][5p]
WIS[12] [+1][2p]
CHA[16] [+3][5p][+2race]