Servants of the King in Yellow: Alternate Way of the Wicked Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master Divinitus

Rex
Male human (Azlanti) rogue (unchained) 1/ wizard (primalist) 1
CN Medium humanoid (human)
Init +7; Senses Perception +7
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Defense
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AC 14, touch 14, flat-footed 10 (+4 Dex)
hp 9 (1d8+1)
Fort +0, Ref +6, Will +5 (-2 vs. Charm or Compulsion effects if there's a promise of wealth or power)
Resist fire 10
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Special Attacks primal magic, sneak attack (unchained) +1d6
Wizard (Primalist) Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +7)
. . 1st—heightened awareness[ACG], snowball (DC 15), undine's curse[ARG] (DC 16)
. . 0 (at will)—detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost
. . Opposition Schools Abjuration, Enchantment
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Statistics
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Str 10, Dex 18, Con 10, Int 18, Wis 16, Cha 10
Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 14
Feats Fiendskin, Maleficium, Scribe Scroll, Weapon Finesse
Traits quantium university graduate (nex), reactionary
Skills Acrobatics +8, Appraise +8, Disable Device +7, Escape Artist +8, Intimidate +4, Knowledge (arcana) +8, Knowledge (local) +8, Knowledge (planes) +8, Knowledge (religion) +8, Linguistics +8, Perception +7, Sense Motive +7, Sleight of Hand +8, Spellcraft +8, Stealth +8
Languages Aklo, Azlanti, Common, Draconic, Elder Thing, Protean, Shadowtongue
SQ forewarned, power-hungry, prescience, trapfinding +1
Other Gear 1 cp
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Special Abilities
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Abjuration You must spend 2 slots to cast spells from the Abjuration school.
Enchantment You must spend 2 slots to cast spells from the Enchantment school.
Energy Resistance, Fire (10) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Fire attacks.
Foresight Associated School: Divination
Forewarned 1 (Su) Can always act in surprise rounds.
Power-Hungry -2 vs. Will saves if the effect's creator promises wealth or power
Prescience (7/day) (Su) Roll a d20 at the beginning of the round, and use that result as the result of any other d20 roll before the next turn.
Primal Magic (1/day) (Su) As a swift action, attempt to channel primal magic to cast a prepared spell without losing that spell from its spell slot.
Quantium University Graduate (Nex) +2 trait bonus on concentration checks when casting arcane spells.
Sneak Attack (Unchained) +1d6 Attacks deal extra dam if flank foe or if foe is flat-footed.
Trapfinding +1 Gain a bonus to find or disable traps, including magical ones.

It was Moonday again. Almost midnight.

His favorite time. This was when the dreams came.

Prae sat on his bed, his short legs hanging off of the edge.

"Soon, dear children. Soon, I will hear His voice again. And all shall be known."

Prae stood up, and walked slowly, even reverently, over to the far wall.

Within minutes, he has entered one of his trances, the black sheen that often covered his eyes returned, and his hands went to work.

He picked up a sharp, but smooth, piece of rock that he kept hidden under the underside of his mattress. The guards had often taken his old ones away, but he always managed to get another.

The rock arched across the now familiar symbols etched into the wall.
No one could make any sense of them; even Prae himself had little insight into their meaning.

And still he traced.

The deep impressions in the wall caught the edges of the rock, and the eerie sound of rock on rock echoed throughout the cell again.

"He speaks to me. He speaks to me!"

"The Last Moon, The Harbinger of Last Days, tell me your secrets! Open my eyes to your wisdom! Allow me to look beyond these mortal walls and into the madness of the void!"

He then fell silent, his eyes returning to their normal shade of blue.

But still the sound echoed, and on he traced.

He sat in his cage, wrapped in weighted chains to keep him from using his full strength.

The hunger scratching at him like a parasite that had gotten under his scales.

He longed for the day someone would grow lax again when feeding him and forget to use the pole to slide in the meat.

He knew not the makings of the building outside his own cage as even with the muzzle over his mouth, he had killed an orderly and another patient.

He howled in frustration as the hunger spoke to him like a deafening roar.

His face pressed up against the slit that was his feeder, his only interaction with the outside world as his nose flared trying to smell something that would at least sate his appetite.

He gnashed at the door, trying to force the slit open all the while cursing in Draconic

"Feed me you weak savages, feed me or the beast within will tear your soul from you body" he said in a rough, thick gravely voice.

A minor sane moment slipped through for the man before the beast took back over and he began to rampage inside his cage, chains straining to keep him in check.

The chains bit into his scales, some cutting through to the flesh beneath and when he caught a whiff of his blood he calmed for a brief moment.

He licked at the wound, drinking of his own blood , feeding the beast inside for but a brief moment.

That was when lunchtime was sounded and the slit slide open, a raw slab of meat was pushed into the room and the slit was quickly closed as the sound of teeth gnashing and ripping the flesh apart began to fill the room.

NE Female Human Oracle/Bloodrager (spelleater) 1
Narcissist/Obsessive

STR 16
DEX 12
CON 18
INT 10
WIS 8
CHA 18

Core numbers
Speed: 40ft
HP: 14

AC: 11
FORT: +6; REF: +1; WILL: +1
Fire Resistance 5

Attack: Melee +4; Ranged +2

Skills 4+1
Diplomacy +8 (1rank +3class +4cha)
Intimidate +8 (1rank +3class +4cha)
Knowledge:History +4 (1rank +3class)
Knowledge:Religion +4 (1rank +3class)
Sense Motive +3 (1rank +3class -1Wis)

Languages: Common, Abyssal

Features
Proficiencies: Simple & martial weapons, light & medium armour + shields (excl. tower) Can cast spells in light or medium armour with no arcane spell failure chance.

Bloodrage: (8 rounds/day) free action to enter granting +4 to Str & Con, +2 to Will saes, but -2 to AC, con increase grants +2 temp hp. Cannot use Cha, Dex or Int based skills (except acrobatics, fly, intimidate and ride) or any ability requiring patience or concentration. End as free action, fatigued for rounds equal to those spent in bloodrage. Cannot enter bloodrage while fatigued or exhausted.

Bloodline (Destined):
-Destined Strike (Su): Free action up to 3/day, insight bonus of 1/2 (min 1) to melee attack.

Mystery (Apocalypse)
-Defy Elements: Fire Resistance 5

Curse (Tongues)
-When in combat can only speak Abyssal

Spells
Oracle: (4/2)
0-Level (at will)
Detect Magic
Light
Resistance
Spark
1st-Level (3/day)
Bless
Cure Light Wounds
Face of the Devourer
Remove Sickness

Background
Akaia was born to merchant family, but left to her own devices. Her parents were busy with their work, either leaving Akaia to occupy herself or in the care of a governess.
Unbeknown to the current folk of the family, in days long past they worshipped fell gods in a cult and their ancient family home had a secret room in the cellar.
With little else to occupy her time, Akaia's explorations found her way to this secret place and the profane tomes it contained.
The prophecies of the End Times in particular caught her attention, it detailed the rise of a Dark Prophet, who would be born an orphan but rise to godhood and burn the world. Her childish mind, suffering from lack of attention and with dreams of greatness started to see herself in the role of prophet. She was almost an orphan for all the care her parents gave her after all...
As the years past her mind twisted further, and she sought to force the prophecy on herself, eventually killing her parents in her beds, making her a true orphan. She burned the Dark Mark onto her flesh and awoke to power.

Unbeknown to her the "Dark Mark" was Yellow Sign, and drew Hastur's attention.

Appearance & Persona
Akaia appears at first glance to be a typical Talingarde woman, of the mid-upper classes. Tall and regal of bearing with raven-black hair. Her eyes proud and filled with purpose.
Her mind however is somewhat twisted, obsessed with the book of the prophecies and narcissistic in extremis, she believes she is destined to godhood and that any obstacles in her way are just a setback and her rise is inevitable.
The fact that she has developed powers has collapsed her way out, she see's her oracle abilities as manifest proof of her rise.

Charles Caigmore
Sanctfied Slayer Heretic Inquisitor / Storm Druid (Air Domain)
Male Samsaran
CN Medium

Init +6; Perception +9;
Low Light Vision
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DEFENSE
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AC ,14 touch 14, flat-footed 10 (+4 dex,)
HP 9

Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +7 +2 all saves against death effects

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OFFENSE
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Speed 30 ft.

Melee

Ranged

Space 5 ft., Reach 5 ft.

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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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Lifebound - +2 on all saves fade to resist death effects, negative energy effects, fort to remove neg levels, con to

stabilize
Mystic Past Life - 1st(Infernal Healing);2nd(Hold Person,Silence);3rd(Greater magic Weapon);
4th(Greater Infernal Healing);5th(Dominate Person)

Studied Target Slayer class feature
Lore of Escape - Add Wis to bluff and stealth
Hide Tracks - Creatures tracking him take -5 on the rolls
Stern Gaze - 1/2 level added to Intimidate and Sense Motive
Domain - Travel
Agile Feet - free action; ignore difficult terrain for 1 round; 8/day

Spontaneous domain casting
Nature Bond - Air Domain
nature Sense - +2 Knowledge Nature and Survival
Wild Empathy - Can improve the attitude of Animals
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STATISTICS
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Str 10, Dex 18, Con 10, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 8

Base Atk +0; CMB +0 (misc mods); CMD +14

Feats:
Weapon Finesse

Traits[b]
Beast of the Society - When Wild shap into small or medium animal, 2 hour per level instead of 1 hour per level
Reactionary - +2 initiative

[b]Skills (X Points - 1 class, 1 race, etc):
Bluff +8 (1 rank, -1 cha, 5 wis, 3 class )
Climb +4 (1 rank, 0 str, 3 class )
Intimidate +0 ( -1 cha, 1 stern gaze )
Knowledge nature +9 (1 rank, 3 int, 2 druid, 3 class )
Knowledge Religion +7 (1 rank, 3 int, 3 class )
Perception +9 (1 rank, 5 wis, 3 class)
Sense Motive +10 (1 rank, 5 wis, 1 stearn gaze, 3 class)
Spellcraft +7 (1 rank, 3 int, 3 class )
Stealth +13 (1 rank, 4 dex, 5 wis, 3 class)
Survival +11 (1 rank, 5 wis, 2 druid, 3 class)

Languages:
Common
Samsaran
Elven
Gnome
Orc
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GEAR/POSSESSIONS
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Money: GP

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0-Level
Detect Magic
Read Magic
Spark

1-Level
Obscuring Mist
Entangle
Monkey Fish
Produce Flame

0-Level
Acid Splash
Disrupt Undead
Light
Brand

1-Level 3/day
Expeditious Retreat
Protection from Good

I intend to play Charles as delusional. He thinks that he is a wizard even though he never was. Charles also believes

that the royals are out to get him. As the character develops he will get more and more paranoid thinking that the

royals have spies everywhere out to get him. He also has an imaginary best friend named Earl.

Charles as also started to be able to cast spells after devoting himself to hastur. Only to play on the madness even

more, Hastur has given him Druid spells rather than typical arcane spells. I used the Samsaran racial trait to take a

few spells to go with the wizard theme. He has infernal healing, and will use that rather than cure light/mod/ser,

because he thinks he is a wizard. He will rationalize not needing a spellbook, because "RELIGION". Any arcane wand that

he can't use is because "That wand is broken".

Also to play on the druid class, Charles was bitten by another patient. Delusional as he is, he believes he has

contracted some sort of Lycanthrope, but is still not sure what kind. This will play into the Druid Wild Shape later.

Another trickery of Hastur, encouraging Charles's madness.

Ht: 6' 0"
Wt: 170 lbs
Age: 62
Hair: Black
Eyes: White
Skin: pale blue White

Charles Caigmore is trapped in this facility with his best friend Earl Harcaster. They were both wizard students at the

famous Alajar school for Wizards. One day they were experimenting with a new spell they had found when it failed

horribly leaving Earl invisible and mute to everyone except for Charles.

Nobody believes Charles and thinks that he is "Crazy". That is how he and Earl ended up locked up in this place. But

there is more. The royals have been secretly replaced by shapeshifting demons. Earl found out about it and the royals

discovered the fact that Charles and Earl knew about them. The royals setup Charles and Earl with that fake spell so

everyone would think that they are crazy.

Two weeks ago Charles discovered Hastur through other patients. Charles has been praying to Hastur to help them escape,

and he has now vowed himself to Hastur. In return Hastur has granted Charles some spellcasting ability. Unlocked in him

similar to a sorcerer.

Charles also believes that he was bitten by a lycanthrope of some sort when another patient bit him.

Doctors notes: The Patient has been diagnosed with Schizophrenia with mass delusions. When checked in the patient

believed himself to be a student of a nonexistent Wizard School named Alajar. He told doctors that during a failed spell

casting that him and his friend Earl Harcaster were trying to perform, an accident happened leaving the patient as the

only person that can see or hear Earl.

Checking with the local law enforcement found that not only does that School not exist, nor does anyone named Earl

Harcaster exist, but the patient was a fisherman, not a wizard of any kind.

During treatment here, the patient has progressivly gotten worse. The patient was bitten by another patient, and he now

believes that he was bitten by some sort of Lycanthrope. We are concerned that the patient may become violent toward

other patients and recommend seclusion.

New Development. The patient believes that the royals were replaced by demons. He believes they found out that he knows

about them and that they put him here.

Nobody knows why Odrick is obsessed with lightning. Maybe his parents were killed by it. Maybe he was struck once, and it addled his brain. Could be anything else. Only Odrick knows, and Odrick won't say.

All we know is that Odrick loves electricity. The look of it, the peals of thunder it makes, and the feeling of it coursing through his body, seizing his muscles in exquisite agony.

Odrick believes everyone should know the power of lightning. After all, the greatest feeling in the world is being electrocuted. It would be selfish not to share that with others, would it not?

He brings it to them, hosts within his own body and then shares with others, reveling in their writhing in ecstasy. After hours, sometimes days of giving his gift to them, most of his play mates cry, and say "Thank you" as they finally slip into the cold embrace of death. Odrick takes this as encouragement to visit more.

Odrick knows they truly appreciate his gift, because many of his victims stick around, invisibly following him after their death, ghostly forms still locked in expressions of pure joy, mouth wide in a never ending scream and eyes burnt out of their skulls. Sometimes they even help him bring the gift to his new victims, once he takes a while to knock them out of their reveries and help him. His first victim, a burglar, has proven one of the most useful over the years, letting him break into houses with great ease and sticking to the shadows. But the help of the cruel guardsman who tried to stop his mission of joy cannot be underestimated either. Nor the mage apprentice, or any of his other friends. Odrick doesn't play favorites. He'll bring his gift to anyone, anywhere. Even you, if you're patient enough.