WotW: A Knot of Thorns The First Parchment (Inactive)

Game Master Xzaral

Init +2 AC 12 touch 12 FF 10
HP 10 Fort +4 Ref +2 Will +2

Skills 6 with favored class (Sorcerer Class skill plus Diplomacy)

Bluff +9, Diplomacy +9, Know (Planes) +5, Know (Religion) +5, Spellcraft +5, Use Magic Device +9

Feat(Bonus) Fiendish Heritage (Kyton Bloodline+Random Rolls from AP #25)
Feat (1st) Iron Will

melee claws +2 to hit Damage 1d4+2

Darkvision: Tieflings see in the dark up to 60 feet.

Skilled: Tieflings have a +2 racial bonus on Bluff and Stealth checks.

Spell-Like Ability: Tieflings can use darkness once per day as a spell-like ability. The caster level for this ability equals the tiefling's class level. (This will be swapped out for an ability on the chart, roll for three pick one or I will let you pick)

Fiendish Resistance: Tieflings have cold resistance 5, electricity resistance 5, and fire resistance 5.

Fiendish Sorcery: Tiefling sorcerers with the Infernal bloodline treat their Charisma score as 2 points higher for all sorcerer class abilities.

Languages: Common, Infernal, Abyssal

Class Skill: Diplomacy

Bloodline Arcana: Whenever you cast a spell of the charm subschool, increase the spell's DC by +2.

Corrupting Touch (Sp): At 1st level, you can cause a creature to become shaken as a melee touch attack. This effect persists for a number of rounds equal to 1/2 your sorcerer level (minimum 1). Creatures shaken by this ability radiate an aura of evil, as if they were an evil outsider (see detect evil). Multiple touches do not stack, but they do add to the duration. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Charisma modifier. (9 times/day)

Spells Known 0-4, 1st-2
Spells per day 0-At Will, 1st-5
DC of Spells 0-16, 1st-17 (+2 for Charm Subschool)

What Talingarde did not know is that all their suspicions and intolerance was justified. All their good work in the community was only for cover.

Jacin grew up with parents who not only worshipped Asmodeus, they were also powerful summoners of devils. Jacin grew up also worshipping Asmodeus and committed himself for life. His infernal Kyton blood was strong in him, manifesting itself while he was young. His parents, also sorcerers of great power helped him learn how to wield these powers.

The day finally came when he could summon his first devil. He had studied for month preparing for the day. He had even purchased a dove to rip its heart out when he summoned the imp. The summoning cerimony began as his parents began chanting. In the middle of ceremony Sir Balin of Karfield and his agents broke into their home, slayed his parents and injured Jacin. His punishment was going to Branderscar Prison before being burned to death.

If he ever got the chance he would bring down not only Sir Blain but also all of Talingarde. Then he and his kind could worship in peace.

"Its time for Talingarde to fall and usher in a new age where anything is allowed."

How would your character react to a world where Asmodous's doctrine is the law of the land instead of Talingarde's, and furthering such a viewpoint? Just looking for some insight.

I guess I can see your viewpoint on the chaotic side, but let me explain and I decided to do a re-write if that is ok. See background please.

Me and Halvor
As far as the two of us, we are not a package deal. It would be awesome to both get in, but neither of us expect that. We talked about the tiefling character before and when he wanted to use it I backed off and went with Genisen.

Thank you for your consideration.

To be honest, as I read over his backstory again, I asked myself the same thing. Pretty much the only reason I could really think of was he was sending more souls to Hell. Other than that, it really makes no sense. I think I'll change it to keep em alive, if your ok with that.

The other part is that her way of dealing with PTSD has been to effectively numb her emotions. I imagine there might be some fun flashback episodes after the fact (interesting roleplaying opportunity there!), but on a conscious level she just doesn't care, and would easily kill women or children if needed.

I am sadness walking.
I am failure on foot.
I am impotent revenge festering.
I am Feegle.

Human male Tracksmage (Druid-no companion, domain)

"Those bastards," Feegle yells between the bars of his cell, his voice cracking under the weight of his tears.

"Those frakking bastards!!!" Feegle yells to emphasize his point to whomever might be listening.

Screw them all. Screw them with the wrong side of Calistria's whip...and their wrong sides as well. They deserve nothing less.

Feegle turns and slumps down in his cell, his left hand wiping the tears from his eyes, a small sniffle failing to recapture the snot running into his mouth.

"I deserved better. I should have better!" Feegle yells into the back of his cell, certain that no one cares what he says or what he thinks.

Feegle debates getting up to yell again, but doesn't feel like wasting the energy. His sadness has drained his will.

In truth, it *was* Feegle's fault that he was here. After all, *he* got caught and no one else did. Feegle was at fault...but it wasn't like he was going to admit that. In theory, he wasn't supposed to get caught...except that he did. The King...Damn his soul!...deserved it.

Feegle was supposed to hoist the effigy of the King (clad in diapers and buggering a goat dressed as his High General) around the tree while the others were supposed to light it afire.

Of course, that didn't happen. Everything went wrong. Everything.

Sure, it had been Feegle who built and stuffed the effigy. And it had been Feegle's idea. But he shouldn't be in here.

With righteous anger, Feegle rises and yells again impotently against the bars of his cell, "Screw you kingy! Screw all of you! You deserve it! You deserve to be in here, not me!"

Dirty. And like a man who's been crying far too much to be called a 'man'.

An unkempt Varisian male, dark hair, green eyes, about 5'10", 180lbs.

Feegle has some muscle to him, but his frame looks like it's never been fully fleshed out. He could, with a bit of effort, become more, but hitherto has not cared enough about himself to make it happen.

Feegle likes revenging.

And the King has trounced on Feegle far too often to avoid being a target of Feegle's wrath.

You see, the King stole something of great value to Feegle: the only woman he ever loved, Marigold Pottersmoot, the woman that Feegle was sure he was destined to marry.

Of course, Marigold claimed she was just working as a chambermaid within the Palace, but Feegle knew the *real* truth: the tramp was sleeping with the King. Definitely. Assuredly.

For how could the King deny the beauty of his Marigold? She was the prettiest girl ever to tend bar at the Wretched Weasel Inn (where Feegle first met her). Marigold was always nice to Feegle...always said 'hi' and sometimes gave him an extra smile when he ordered his grog.

Feegle was sure she liked him...and then she left. She left to go work in the Palace...leaving Feegle all along.

And that is why the King must pay. The jerk!

This is where I come to cry.

Also, I'm an experienced PbPer who will post often. I'd be honored to be in an 'evil' campaign.

I can do a full build/alias pretty quickly.

My PbP samples include:

Wren the Feathermage 500+ posts in a 3000+ PbP campaign
Dyrant Maynor 1000+ posts in a 6000+ campaign
Appario Lind 900+ posts in a 5000+ campaign

As for the alchemist. Sorry, I see that I counted the racial penalty prior to spending the point buy. It has been corrected.

So this is specifically an evil campaign? Hrm, I kind of prefer the misunderstood good guy. You know, the guy that appears to be evil on the surface but when you scrape away the rusty exterior he is basically a good guy; misunderstood, but good nonetheless.

I withdraw my application. Enjoy the campaign.

Cheers

Str - 18 + 2 (Racial) = 20
Dex - 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Con - 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Int - 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Wis - 8
Cha - 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

There is a curse upon those of the Devarre bloodline: The Curse of the Black Blood. Sometimes it skips a generation, but its stain has marred those who belong to Jethryk's family for centuries. When it manifests, it victims are universally shunned, or worse, burned as witches, as they have obviously been tainted by Dark Powers.

In Jethryk's case, the taint manifested at puberty: He was wracked with fevers and chills for months, until one day, he started weeping tears of blood - black blood.

His parents, fearful of what might happen to their son, and, more importantly, the rest of their family, if Jethryk's condition became common knowledge, his parents quickly bundled him off to the capital, where he was nominally apprenticed to a local barrister that the family had had dealings with in the past.

Jethryk chafed at the virtual exile and imprisonment that had been forced upon him, but he studied the law, nursing a cold hatred for those who had abandoned him. One day, however, he found an avenue for escape: In an obscure legal codex, he discovered allusions to a contract that, when signed, granted the signatory unimaginable power... in exchange for a few small boons.

Blinded by thoughts of revenge, Jethryk failed to consider the implications of what he was seeking, and eagerly spent every waking moment he could call his own feverishly attempting to track down the hinted contract. His quest was largely fruitless for months, until, serendipitously, he found an ancient scroll, tucked into the space behind a shelf of tort law. When he read the words, he could barely contain his excitement, and eagerly whipped out a quill, using his own blood as ink. Upon signing his name, the scroll erupted into flame, and he was immediately beset with excruciating agony, as a glyph was seared into the flesh of his chest - an upside-down pentagram. Once the pain abated, he could feel warmth suffusing his body, his ice-cold heart melting as power thrummed through every fibre of his being. Torching his master's library, he left the capital, heading 'home'... It was high-time he paid his 'respects' to his parents...

He has no quarrel with the rank and file peasantry of the nation, though; provided they do not get in his way, he will leave them alone. He is not an anarchist, after all... He merely seeks redress for perceived wrongs; if doing so happens to place him in a position of power, so much the better.

If it helps, I have a long pedigree of PbP involvement here on the Paizo boards.

In terms of character development, something to consider: Although Jethryk does not realise it (I will deliberately not take Knowledge(Religion).), the contract that he signed deeded-over his soul to Asmodeus, with the option for the Archfiend to call on him for service during life, as well. (To circumvent the need of a holy symbol, I will take the 'birthmark' trait to make the scar on his chest count as a holy symbol.)

Let me know if there is anything else that you would like to know :-)

Saeldur Vehiron, male elf witch (vengeance patron)

* Saeldur is 130 years old and the last male heir of the Vehiron Lords, elves that lived in Talingarde long before Man was born.

* Twenty years ago, the human Lord Redwyne secretly hatched a plot whereby the Vehiron holdings were attacked and burned by Giant-kin. During the attacks, Saeldur's parents were brutally murdered. Redwyne feigned driving off the marauder, claimed some obscure human law and managed to claim their lands as his own.

* For the past twenty years, Saeldur has scraped by on the last remnants of his family's wealth while plotting his revenge. At last, the catalyst he sought was found when he obtained a book of dark magicks, The Binding Of Three, and began to devour it's dark secrets like a hungry pauper.

Consorting with Dark Powers

* At last, Saeldur successfuly made contact with his patron, whom his dark book identified as The Judge.

* The Judge requested that Saeldur find another like-minded soul, and that he would be granted a familiar through which he would receive gifts with which he could implement his retribution on Redwyne and Talingarde.

* Saeldur approached his sister, Lindethiel, who has busied herself with the artistic pursuits of Shelyn, to be his accomplice.

* Horrified at what she discovered, she sought out the renown Sir Balin for advice on how to deal with her brother's misdeeds. Sir Balin is not known for his tolerance, and now Saeldur sits in Branderscar awaiting his judgement.

Saeldur rarely eats or sleeps, as elves tend to be able to survive with little of either. As such, he is extraordinarily gaunt even for an elf, a trait extentuated by his lengthy limbs. His hair is colorless, long and straight while his eyes are a deep amber.

* Saeldur's plans for retribution may be limitless, depending on how deep the rabbit-hole goes. While he most personally identifies Redwyne as the most immediate cause of "injustice", he knows Talingarde has degenerated into a land where societal whims can usurp centuries of order. To truly atone for what has transpired, Saeldur surely must guarantee it cannot happen again.

* As such, Saeldur will not rest until he is certain that Talingarde is ruled by a more orderly, traditionally-minded body.

* It's likely his patron, The Judge (or whatever The Judge really is...) has plans as well, and his encouragement will give Saeldur just the right nudge to continue their "shared goals".

A letter to Saeldur's sister, penned within Braderscar a week prior to his scheduled execution, with instructions to deliver to her fifty years after his death when she has hopefully grown bored with the ways of Shelyn.

~

My Dearest Lindethiel,

I am penning you this correspondence as I have no other to whom I may bestow the responsibility that must be borne to ameliorate the injustice perpetrated upon our blood.

For countless centuries, our fertile lands remained safe within the care of our forebears. You know as well as I that Redwyne's seizure of our family's holdings would not have been possible without the assistance of that insufferable lackwit whom sits upon the throne, seeking only to further the distinct interest of Man.

You have been an utter disappointment to me. You have wasted a century of your formative adolescene pursuing the vanities of your goddess, when you could have instead helped your own brother achieve what is rightfully ours. Then, because you never developed a spine or will of your own, you shared the plan I trusted solely with you to this wretched Balin - another human who's only claim to fame, like Redwyne, has been bringing an end to the hard-earned power of others.

I can only pray your dilletance diminishes now in adulthood, and over the course of the century since my execution, you have finally matured enough to remember what was once ours. Redwyne should also be long dead. His children, fat and rich from the fruit of our lands, should lack the cunning of their father.

You may have finally turned to the Savored Sting in search of retribution. I too, began my journey there, but the path appeared longer than I had the patience to travel. There is a tome that I managed to stow away my dearest sister, a tome whose prose casts a dark shadow over the poems you so loved as a child. Within is the knowledge to regain what was ours.

Do not make the same mistake as I did, and try to convert those who beliefs are not already aligned with yours. During my brief stay in Branderscar, I have learned that there are many who are displeased with Talingarde. Oh, that I could find an escape with this like-minded flock - we could restore the land to a more structured state of affairs - one where these manling-lords can't simply undo a milennia of tradition with the wave of the hand just because one claims evidence of an extra-marital affair.

Trust me sister, when I say I will find a way. If I do not escape on my own and burn this letter, then it will find you and impart upon you the burden of restoring what was Vehiron. If you fail, I will have no choice but to return in other ways.

For Eternity,

Saeldur

He will be a full Witch.

At 1st level, I'm fairly certain he will pick up the Extra Hex feat and begin play with both Evil Eye and Cure Light Wounds.

I see Saeldur as a wealthy dabbler of a sort. Having a high Intelligence, he will have a lot of skills. Knowledge should be covered. I can also see picking up a trait for a Dex skill (Disable? Stealth?) to put all the skill ranks to use.

He is interested in elven traditions, so he will carry a longbow and longsword (although I doubt his Strength will be over 12).

I see Saeldur beginning as Neutral Evil, as he really can get frazzled and make mistakes at times (like trusting his sister), but over I see him gradually tending to Lawful Evil as the campaign progresses.

He is certainly looking for like minded individuals with which to share goals.

GM discretion if The Judge really is Asmodeus.

In the balance of party RP, I can see him trying to keep an identified "purpose" for the actions of the group. I can also see him playing the straight-man to revenge-seekers with a comedic twist (like Painlord's Feegle submission), as Saeldur can be easily "frazzled" or bent out of shape.

I tend to check posts several times a day, and am an active player and GM on the Paizo forums.

I have never played in an evil campaign.

Thanks for reading!

Personality
She is self-absorbed, greedy, and manipulative. When she sees something or someone that she wants, she takes it. She is a bit of a hedonist and very appreciative of beauty in all of its forms. NE alignment, although that could change to LE if she found a code or cause to be passionate about aside from self-gratification

What are her crimes?
Desecration of the monastery where she was raised, blasphemy and consorting with dark powers.

Mercy was left at the doorstep of a monastery as an infant. Named for St. Marcellus the merciful, she grew up secluded from the world. Hymns and prayer and a hard day's work made one week blend into the next and one year much like another. One could only get into a certain amount of trouble in a monastery but that didn't stop Mercy from trying, she had what her adoptive father called a restless spirit. Since she couldn't always talk her way out of whatever punishment her mischief merited, she became very good at menial tasks, and very familiar with the dark recesses of the monastery that always seemed to need dusting or scrubbing. The voice she began to hear in her adolescence worried her and the monks, who were like family to her. They prayed over her and wove protective wards and kept her so busy that she had no time for anything but work and sleep. She distracted herself for years with endless hours at a scribe's desk copying old tomes and scrolls until eventually the sweet, seductive voice faded. The next voice she heard was rougher, darker, yet somehow more intimate. It drew her to a forgotten alcove deep in the catacombs where she found The Book. As she read, the voice grew clearer and closer. It spoke of all the things she wanted- promised her all she ever dreamed of having, seeing or doing and led her through the invocation hidden in the heart of the tome.

The ritual complete, she found herself in communion with a being from the darkest depths of hell. It whispered to her of pleasures of the flesh and and how she could have the headmaster at her beck and call. She embraced it, manifested the dark spirit, and within the month had lured several of the monks to abandon their vows and join her in debauchery. Of course, it did not go unnoticed. The monk who had raised her like a father... it broke his heart to send the letter to the inquisitors. The came, they cornered her, but they did not expect her to skitter along the ceiling to make her escape. She made her way into the world, exploring and establishing small cults to glorify the seductive vices of devils until finally the inquisitors caught up with her. There was nowhere to skitter to this time. She was caught, branded, and sent to die in a place far from any beauty or grace.

*I have the tongues curse, and when in combat the tongues curse is the only language I can understand. If I were to choose infernal as the bonus language gained from my curse, knowing that it is likely that the other players could reasonably choose infernal then it would not really be a curse. I doubted anyone would have celestial.

Yeah, go figure. I find that to be pretty weird. I believe during Sweetman's recruit, there were like 3 submitted, or something like that. *Shrugs* Who knows? It's like you say, it's a rare opportunity to play one, so what the hey?

Cool. Let me know if you've any questions.(Just make sure they're really easy questions, please.) ;)

Feegle sits in his cell and yet again mourns his fate.

The bastard king. The frakking bastard king.

Losing Marigold Pottersmoot was the last straw in a long line of last straws for Feegle.

First it was the lands the King 'protected' against poaching. The treaty with the First Worlders shouldn't apply to *me*.
Then the taxes for 'meat from non-domesticated' animals. Stupid frakking policy...fully designed to screw me. People should be allowed to eat the meat I brought for sale: it's not like the herds of dinosaurs and lizards are running low.
But then, Marigold Pottersmoot. Marigold! That was the last straw...the King must go down.

I can't do my job where I want to work.
I can't hunt what I want to hunt.
And then the walking jappery steals my woman too?!

Feegle spits on the king's wall of his cell and imagines it running up the wall and into the King's eye.

"This is too much to bear, you jacklesnapes!! Let me outta here and I'll make you my next prey!" Feegle yells again at the guards.

Feegle runs his hands through his oily black hair and wonders if he'll ever get to cut it again.

Ah Marigold...I'll find you. I'll find you and get you back.

Feegle sits in silence for a while longer, clinching his fists in rage.

Most of the food vendors had moved their goods behind glass panes and day after day she couldn't find anyone to take it from. Hunger once again became her master, more than she had ever felt before. She stood for a long while staring at a loaf of bread, just as close as the first she ever took, with only a thin sheet of glass standing between them. Mesmerized by it and numbed by her hunger, she was oblivious to those around her and didn't consider the suspicion she was arousing.

The sound of shattering glass was quickly followed by a blow to the head, and she blacked out as her body slumped to the ground. By the time she came to, she was bound and laying on the cold hard floor of a prison cell, a piercing headache the only reminder of how she got there. Sitting up, she scoots her back to a wall and stares at the sliver of light, waiting.

Please, please, please tell me that your prisoner number in Branderscar will be 24601...

Manacles lock his hands together, but there are no chains. Iron bands weigh down his unshod feet as he is shoved by guards to the cold stone. He rises to his knees and leers at the guard - a threat. A promise.

"This one here ought to give you trash some sport. A pirate. Probably helped maroon some of you before you ended up rotting in here." The guard spits, his gap-toothed smile both cruel and haughty. He kicks at the dirty prisoner - a blow that describes the exchange as personal and not merely abusive. When the guard lowers himself to the seated prisoner, he speaks in low tones.

"For three weeks we chased you after we sank ye. You killed eight good men trying to run from us. I'll be praying ye don't last three weeks here, and that I'm blessed to tell those families I saw it done meself."

The guard grabs the young man by the hair and jerks his head until the pale light illuminates blood-stained cheeks and icy blue eyes. A prominent scar runs across the bottom of the left side of his face, made more pronounced by the lack of stubble along its length.

With a quivering frown, the guard clears his throat and spits into the prisoner's eye. He slams the man's head into the grime-covered stones and stares until he sees blood flow. He rises from his haunches and leaves wordlessly.

Eyes fall on the bleeding man. A new prisoner must be taught things. The lords of the damned look on, wondering who will try the new man's mettle. His return gaze tells them he is ready.

No one moves.

Melee

Ranged

Benefit: This birthmark can serve you as a divine focus for casting spells, and, as a physical manifestation of your faith, increases your devotion to your god—you gain a +2 trait bonus on all saving throws against charm and compulsion effects as a result.

**I would like to re-flavor this as a burn scar**

Murder:
You have killed without just cause and been condemned for it. To be sent to Branderscar Prison, this was no typical killing but a particularly savage and unforgiveable act. You may also have killed someone with powerful friends.
Punishment: Death by beheading
Benefit: You deal 1 additional point of damage when flanking a foe. This additional damage is a trait bonus.

***I would like to flavor this as another 'benefit' of the Contract.***

FC bonus - Bonus Spells
+1 Orison

This ability replaces the oracle’s curse.

Mystery - Flame

Cinder Dance (Ex):
Your base speed increases by 10 feet. At 5th level, you receive Nimble Moves as a bonus feat. At 10th level, you receive Acrobatic Steps as a bonus feat. You do not need to meet the prerequisites to receive these feats. Oracles with the lame oracle curse cannot select this revelation.

If you decide to roll with Haruk, I could say he learned of Asmodeus through him in prison. I think that would be pretty cool also. I intially had him learn of Asmodeus in prison. But I wound up switching things around, based on the fact that I wasn't sure how that would all work.

He has no desire to worship Mitra(or Sarenrae or whichever you decide to roll with) seeing how his life has been nothing but hardship. What have they ever done for him? Plus, in his mind, he feels he deserves to be in power, and Asmodeus is the perfect being to grant him that.

He would choose the Antipaladin due to being the complete opposite of the King's knights.(I'm totally going on the fact the King has paladin's within his army) What better way to oppose them, than to become exactly as them, only better.(See how I threw "better" in there?) :)

If not Haruk, then he would be interested into why there are those being arrested for worshipping him. He would be most interested in learning about who he is, based solely on the fact that the King is against it. Once he learned what Asmodeus is all about--the greatest benefit being power, obviously--how could he refuse? Especially considering that he KNOWS Talingarde would be far better off worshiping Asmodeus than these "other" gods. At least, in his mind.