chuffster's Suicide Squad

Game Master chuffster

Background

Alluriel's mother, Nitsche, was a blood hag who lived in Arthfel Forest, who often preyed on people who entered or lived near the woods. General Heskell, Alluriel's father, saw the devestation she was wrecking and marshalled his men to hunt her down. THey found her in a clearing, about to devour a helpless woodcutter. Caught by surprise, Nitsche was wounded by them, but she managed to escape, swearing vengeance on the General.

Nitsche bided her time and used illusions to conceal her true semblance before infiltrating Augustana. She found out that General Heskell had a young wife whom he loved very much. One day, when he went out on a long voyage to raid Cheliax ships, she kidnapped his wife, tortured her to death and war her skin, masquerading as her. Who knows how long this deception would have gone on, except when the ship mage paid him an unexpected visit and recognised her for what she was. She was forced to flee, pregnant with his child...

She left his child, Alluriel, in an orphanage at Almas, secure in her knowledge that she could "collect" the child later. Alluriel grew up in the orphanage, where there was never enough food to eat, leaving her waif thin and pale. Yet there was something about her mismatched eyes and streak of white running through her dark raven hair that gave people shivers. Her only friends were those who were not human, ostracized by the rest of the society just like her. She ran into a stranger who asked her to help bring a certain book(religious book on Dispater), out of the city, where he would collect it from her outside the city, paying her in advance. She waited for him, but he never showed up. She was about to dump the book when some of the symbols caught her eye. Curious, she read from it, finding that the principles outlined in the book were very much to her liking.

She started a protection racket in the slums of Almas with her friends, offering protection for tithes to her, while employing more of the non humans to "encourage" more people to sign up for protection by thrashing the places of those who did not pay up. Her mother, Nitsche, tried to call her out of Almas, but reading the religious book, she found meditation techniques to help her resist the call. Soon she had the slums under her iron grip, and she began to spread her base of operations to the rest of the city.

Capture

She's not sure where it went wrong. Probably someone snitched out on her. The result however, was Eagle Knights showing up at the doors of her headquarters. She ordered her men to blockade the front door while she and a few friends tried to escape by the back, just to find the Eagle Knights waiting on the other end of the tunnel. She tried to break through their lines, but the last thing she remembered was a mace coming down on her head...

Then she woke in prison.

Female Changeling Cleric of Dispater 6 (Evangelist Archtype - Leadership Domain)
LE Humanoid
Init +5; Perception +4
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Defense
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AC 14, touch 10, flat-footed 14
hp 45
Fort +6, Ref +2, Will +9;
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee Sickle +4 (1d6+1)
No ranged.
Spells (CL 6th; concentration +10)
. . At will—Stabilize, Create Water, Light, Guidance
Lv 1 spells: Murderous Command(x2)(DC 16), Ant Haul(x1), Liberating Command, Bless(D)
Lv 2 spells: Silence, CMW, Lesser Restoration, Summon Monster 2, Enthrall (D)
Lv 3 spells known: Dispel Magic, CSW, Communal Resist Energy, Prayer(D)
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Statistics
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Str 10, Dex 10, Con 12, Int 13, Wis 18, Cha 20
Base Atk +4; CMB +4; CMD 14
Feats Noble Scion (War), Selective Channeling, Improved Channeling
Traits Sacred Conduit, Convincing Liar
Skills Knowledge Religion +10, Diplomacy +12, Bluff +12, Sense motive +11, Perform (Oratory) +9, Disguise +5
Languages Common, Draconic

Alternate racial traits
Inscrutable (Blood Hag): The Sense Motive check DC to gain a hunch about the changeling increases by 5.

Hag Magic: Some changelings develop a gift for spellcasting instead of their mothers' overtly fearsome traits. A changeling with this trait displays one or more stark white streaks in her hair as a child. The DCs of any saving throws against enchantment spells she casts increase by 1, and if her Charisma score is 11 or higher, she also gains the following spell-like abilities, usable once per day each: dancing lights, detect magic, disguise self, and pass without trace. The caster level of these spell-like abilities is equal to the changeling's character level. The DC for these spell-like abilities is equal to 10 + the spell's level + the changeling's Charisma modifier. This racial trait replaces the claws and natural armor racial abilities.

Variant Channeling - Rulership (harm option) - 8 times per day - DC 21
Rulership: Harm—Creatures are dazed for 1 round - 2d6 neg energy

Inspiring Command (Su): As a standard action, you can issue an inspiring command to your allies. The inspiring command affects one ally plus one additional ally for every three cleric levels you possess, who must all be within 30 feet of you. Affected allies gain a +2 insight bonus on attack rolls, AC, combat maneuver defense, and skill checks for 1 round. This is a language-dependent mind-affecting effect.

Single Minded
An evangelist focuses her skills and learning on proclamation rather than the fine details of the church’s deeper mysteries or martial training. Thus, she may select only one domain and does not gain medium armor proficiency or shield proficiency.

Public Speaker

An evangelist gains Perform as a class skill. In addition, she is trained to project her voice with great skill and effect; the DC to hear her speak in difficult conditions is reduced by an amount equal to her class level plus her Charisma modifier (minimum 0).

Sermonic Performance - 19/19 rounds

An evangelist gains the ability to deliver a select number of supernatural and spell-like performances through the force and power of her divinely inspired preaching and exhortation. This ability is similar in all respects to bardic performance as used by a bard of the same level (including interactions with feats, spells, and prestige classes), using Perform (oratory) as the evangelist’s performance skill. However, an evangelist gains only the following types of bardic performance: countersong, fascinate, and inspire courage at 1st level; inspire greatness at 9th level; and inspire heroics at 15th level.

Sermonic performance replaces the 1st-, 9th-, and 15th-level channel energy abilities. This caps the cleric's channel energy damage at 7d6 points.

Spontaneous Casting

An evangelist does not gain the ability to spontaneously cast cure or inflict spells by sacrificing prepared spells. However, an evangelist can spontaneously cast the spells listed in Table: Evangelist Spontaneous Spells by sacrificing a prepared spell of the noted level or above.

1st - Command
2nd - Enthrall
3rd - Tongues

Other Gear
MW Chain Shirt, Sickle, Headband of Alluring Charisma, Handy Haversack, Lesser Reach Rod, Wand of Infernal Healing, Cloak of Resistance +1, the rest TBD

Silvio Slate
Human rogue (unchained, scout, underground chemist) 6/VMC alchemist*
NE Medium humanoid (human)
Init +6; Senses Perception +10; Sense Motive +9

Defense
AC 21, touch 14, flat-footed 17 (+7 armor, +4 Dex)
hp 45 (6d8+12)
Fort +4, Ref +9, Will +3
Defensive Abilities danger sense +2

Offense
Speed 30 ft.
Melee +1 rapier +9 (1d6+5/18-20) or
. . mwk cold iron kunai +9 (1d4)
Ranged Acid +9 (1d6/x2) or
. . Alchemist's Fire +9 (1d6/x2) (burns for another 1d6)
Special Attacks chemical weapons, precise splash weapons, scout's charge, sneak attack (unchained) +3d6
Rogue (Unchained) Spell-Like Abilities (CL 6th; concentration +6)
. . At will—minor magic
. . 3/day—major magic

Statistics
Str 10, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 16, Wis 13, Cha 10
Base Atk +4; CMB +4; CMD 18

Class Abilities
Sneak Attack (Unchained) +3d6 Attacks deal extra dam if flank foe or if foe is flat-footed.
Trapfinding +3 Gain a bonus to find or disable traps, including magical ones.
Minor Magic (Light, At will) (Sp) Gain the chosen cantrip as a spell-like ability.
Major Magic (Vanish, 3/day) (Sp) Gain the chosen 1st-level spell as a spell-like ability.
Chemical Weapons (Ex) Can draw alchemical items as a weapon, and adds Int mod to dam with splash weapons.
Danger Sense +2 (Ex) +2 bonus on reflex saves and AC against traps.
Debilitating Injury: Bewildered -2/-4 (Ex) Foe who takes sneak attack damage takes AC pen (more vs. striker) for 1 rd.
Debilitating Injury: Disoriented -2/-4 (Ex) Foe who takes sneak attack damage takes attack pen (more vs. striker) for 1 rd.
Debilitating Injury: Hampered (Ex) Foe who takes sneak attack damage has speed halved (and can't 5 ft step) for 1 rd.
Precise Splash Weapons (Ex) Can sneak att with splash wep direct hit, but not splash (must meet other conditions).
Scout's Charge (Ex) Charge attacks deal sneak attack damage as though foe is flat-footed.

Feats
Charging Hurler Can use Charge action to attack with a thrown weapon within 30 feet. +2 to hit, -2 to AC
Master Alchemist You may create 3 doses of poison in the time it would normally take to create one, and may create alchemical items 10x as fast.
Splash Weapon Mastery Throw Splash Weapons as if you had Far Shot feat (-1 per range increment). If you miss, you can add +1 or -1 to determine where a miss lands. If you hit, choose an extra adjacent square to take splash damage.
Point-Blank Shot +1 to attack and damage rolls with ranged weapons at up to 30 feet.
Weapon Finesse Use Dex mod to modify attack bonus for light weapons

Traits
Alchemical Adept +2 to craft alchemical items and raw materials are not consumed on failed craft checks for alchemical items.
Reactionary +2 to initiative

Skills
Acrobatics +11, Appraise +9, Bluff +8, Climb +2, Craft (alchemy) +19 (+27 to create alchemical items), Diplomacy +5, Disable Device +16, Escape Artist +8, Intimidate +9, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +8, Knowledge (local) +12, Linguistics +7, Perception +10, Sense Motive +9, Sleight of Hand +6, Stealth +11, Swim +2, Use Magic Device +9

Equipment and Misc
Languages Abyssal, Common, Dwarven, Elven, Gnome
SQ alchemy (alchemy crafting +6), debilitating injury: bewildered, debilitating injury: disoriented, debilitating injury: hampered, rogue talents (combat trick, major magic, minor magic), trapfinding +3
Combat Gear +1 elven chain, +1 rapier, mwk cold iron kunai, alchemist's atlatl, potion of cure light wounds, potion of invisibility, potion of shield of faith +2, wand of cure light wounds, acid (5), alchemist's fire (5), holy water (2), liquid ice[APG] (4), tangleburn bag[UE], tanglefoot bag (2);
Other Gear handy haversack, hybridization funnel[UE], alchemist's lab, belt pouch, bomb launcher[ARG], flint and steel, masterwork thieves' tools, silk rope (50 ft.), waterproof bag[UE], waterskin, 1,442 gp, 5 sp

Silvio worked as an apprentice for the Alchemist, Patricia Larson, in Almas. Silvio was Patricia’s cousin’s son, and the alchemist only took him on as a favor to her. While Silvio was sharp and learned the alchemy, the two other apprentices, Naomi and Gregor always seemed to get Patrcia’s favor. Each of the apprentices were supposed to sell their own wares in the shop, and it always seemed that their concoctions were displayed in the front of cases while Silvio’s were pushed to the back. Patrcia would suggest Naomi and Gregor’s creations when dealing with an important customer. It was only when dealing with the poor that she would hawk Silvio’s work, earning him a pittance compared to the others.

Since his work never sold for as much as the others, he barely ever had enough materials and looked like a pauper compared to the others. Quality materials were nearly always out of his grasp, and many of his concoctions were weak, which only reinforced the cycle. In his situation, Silvio did what many would do, he turned to crime. He began stealing items from the shop to sell on the street. At first, he sold small amounts of supplies that he could find, but soon, he was pilfering older stock which he hoped no one would miss. Soon, Silvio had developed a reputation for being able to provide the criminal elements with alchemical stock. Almas guards soon found themselves facing fire, acid, and ice when they went to arrest lowlifes. Several guards died from the unexpectedly equipped criminals. After several incidents, they began to notice a trend and soon, a name began to emerge: The Chemist.

In the end, it was Naomi who discovered Silvio’s secret. She was a smart girl and noticed that the young man was around less and less, and when he was, his skills had improved markedly. When Naomi confronted him about his stealing and using stolen goods to create his alchemical items, she taunted him. Knowing that exposing him would completely end his hopes of being an alchemist, Naomi shared Patricia’s dirty little secret. Patricia despised Silvio because his mother had blackmailed her into taking him as a student. Silvio’s mother had discovered that Patricia had cheated on her husband with a Chelaxian diabloist, a revelation that would have destroyed her reputation both in society as well as business. The revelation suddenly made clear the years of suffering and abuse from Patricia.

Faced with the truth about his apprenticeship and being jailed for his crimes, Silvio retaliated. He hurled acid at Naomi, burning her badly. When Gregor came to investigate the yelling, Silvio turned on him too, using Alchemist's Fire and acid against him. Then he set the shop on fire, leaving Naomi and Gregor trapped in the quickly burning building. Enraged by the revelations and stoked by the murders of his fellow apprentices, Silvio went to hunt Patricia down. He found her at home. Not even allowing her to plead for her life, Silvio threw fire and acid at her, her husband, and their small child repeatedly. The guards could barely even identify the bodies afterwards. The Chemist had earned a new name: The Mad Bomber.

For the next two weeks, Silvio evaded the guards thanks to his criminal connections. But Silvo continued to terrorize Almas, attacking random people with a seemingly unending supply of alchemical weapons. Over two dozen people died from acid, fire, or ice in those two weeks, with another nearly 50 suffering burns of one degree or another. It took a squad of Eagle Knights to hunt down and corner Silvio. Even they did not escape unscathed, but in the end the Mad Bomber was captured. He now spends his days rotting away in the dungeon.

Grizzlix
Male trox barbarian (unchained, invulnerable rager) 5/living monolith 1 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 79, Pathfinder RPG Bestiary 4 264, Pathfinder Unchained 8)
CN Large monstrous humanoid
Init +1; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +9
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Defense
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AC 16, touch 10, flat-footed 15 (+6 armor, +1 Dex, -1 size)
hp 74 (6 HD; 1d8+5d12+29)
Fort +8, Ref +2, Will +3; +1 trait bonus vs. divine magic., +2 vs. negative levels, death effects, and mind-affecting effects, +3 competence bonus vs. spells and spell-like abilities while raging but must resist all spells, even allies'
DR 2/—, 4/lethal; Resist extreme endurance
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Offense
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Speed 40 ft. (30 ft. in armor), burrow 20 ft.
Melee +1 keen adamantine bastard sword +10 (2d8+17/17-20) or
. . dagger +9 (1d6+11/19-20)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft.
Special Attacks rage (15 rounds/day), frenzy, rage powers (roused anger, superstition +3)
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Statistics
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Str 24, Dex 13, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 10, Cha 6
Base Atk +5; CMB +11 (+13 grapple); CMD 24 (26 vs. grapple)
Feats Endurance, Improved Grapple, Iron Will, Power Attack, Toughness
[b]Traits devotee of the old gods, osirionologist (osirion)
Skills Climb +12, Knowledge (engineering) +9, Knowledge (history) +10, Knowledge (religion) +10, Linguistics +6, Perception +9
Languages Ancient Osiriani, Common, Sphinx, Terran
SQ fast movement, grabbing appendages, soul stone
Other Gear mwk lamellar (steel) armor[UC], +1 keen adamantine bastard sword, dagger, belt of giant strength +2, backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, canteen[UE], fishhook (2), flint and steel, mug/tankard, sewing needle, signal whistle, spider's silk rope (50 ft.)[APG], string or twine[APG], tent, large[APG], thread (50 ft.), trail rations (7), waterskin, whetstone, 36 gp
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Special Abilities
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Burrowing (20 feet) You have a Burrow speed.
Damage Reduction (2/-) You have Damage Reduction against all attacks.
Damage Reduction (4/lethal) You have Damage Reduction against non-lethal damage
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only).
Endurance +4 to a variety of fort saves, skill and ability checks. Sleep in L/M armor with no fatigue.
Extreme Endurance (Fire) (Ex) At 3rd level, the invulnerable rager is inured to either hot or cold climate effects (choose one) as if using endure elements. In addition, the barbarian gains 1 point of fire or cold resistance for every three levels beyond 3rd. This ability
Fast Movement +10 (Ex) +10 feet to speed, unless heavily loaded.
Frenzy (1/day) (Ex) When injured, fly into a rage, gaining +2 CON, +2 STR, and -2 AC for 1 min.
Grabbing Appendages (Ex) Secondary arms maintain a grapple and can still make attacks with main arms.
Improved Grapple You don't provoke attacks of opportunity when grappling a foe.
Power Attack -2/+4 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage.
Rage (Unchained, 15 rounds/day) (Ex) As a free action, gain temp hp, bonus to melee att/dam, thrown dam, will saves, but AC penalty and limited actions. 1 min fatigue when ended.
Roused Anger (Ex) Enter rage even when fatigued, but at end exhausted 10 min.
Soul Stone (Ka Stone, 3/day) (Su) As a swift action, enlarge person self.
Superstition +3 (Ex) While raging, gain bonus to save vs. spells, but must resist all spells even allies'.

From a paid informant in a tavern of ill repute.
Lucifer Graves? Yeah, I’ve heard of him. We’ve all heard of him. The highwayman that fancies himself a lord among bandits, even calls himself the Flame Prince. You can learn about him in any tavern up and down Avistan, from Varisia all the way down to Qadira. Folks in Absalom have heard of him, but I dunno as they ever met the bastard. There’s plenty what have, though, if you look in the right places round here.

Where he come from, well, I don’t rightly—ten gold, eh? Well. Rumor says he’s Varisian, was born and raised there in the Sczarni clans. Started out young as a crooked one, thieving and conning for the gypsy criminals. Course sooner or later his nature started showing itself, what with the fire in his blood. And that ain’t just fancy language about him having a temper or nothin’, not that he doesn’t have quick passions about all sorts of things. He’s got actual fire in the blood, they say. Er, maybe not actual fire, you know, but, he’s got family of that element, you know?

Anyway, eventually something happened pushed him out from there. Maybe he got tired of being told what to do, or working small-time with the caravans. Some point along the way he moved up from sneak-thief to alley knife, so he had the skills to keep himself alive in most manner of criminal work other than picking locks, it seems. Whatever it was pushed him, he left the Sczarni at some point, and didn’t leave no bridges unburned when he did, neither—stole a wagon and brought some other young folk with him, left ‘em high and dry as he went.

And that’s about how it started, so the story goes. I’m sure you know the rest… but with a fee like that, how could I refuse to explain? He stayed in Varisia for a time, and that’s where he got started doin’ what he does now. He’s a highwayman, and in the old style, too. Fancies himself a gentleman bandit in some ways, I guess, claims he don’t kill when he don’t need to, doesn’t like unnecessary violence. But you tell that to the folks what don’t give in right away, or who start hiring guards after he robs them before. Usually he leaves somebody alive to spread the word, but only one. And sometimes there ain’t no message but a smoldering wreckage on the side of the road.

He’s a flamboyant one, that’s for sure. Leaves his marks, leaves his story. He’s a devil in a fight and easy to recognize, but only once he makes himself known. Be glad he ain’t round here.

…All that? That’s mine? In that case, yeah. I heard tell an old nobleman from before the Revolt got hit up north near the Isger border. Said the robbers’ leader was a man with red hair in a mask and fancy clothes. That’s your man.

But you didn’t hear it from me.

From the debrief report on Operation Penumbra.
Following the gathering of information on the target, a simple and straightforward plan was devised. We set about spreading word that a particularly wealthy and unguarded Andoren emissary was bound for Nirmathas, and then prepared a wagon train to look the part. Of course, the wagon was filled with our own men and women. Although capture of the target was the goal, the other bandits were not of interest, and preparations were made to put down the entire group if necessary. Mission parameters were clear and accepted.

In an uninhabited span of land our lead wagon saw a broken-down cart at the top of a rise, with two apparent peasants nearby. The peasants waved our caravan down, and were heard calling for assistance with their trouble. (Clearly the target possesses a clever bent, or has learned of Andoran’s political situation and respect for the peasantry.) By this time our outriders had already discovered and detained several outlying bandits in the surrounding foothills, and with our prior information on the target’s tactics we were certain of our having found him. After brief discussion, the decision was made to approach to within easy crossbow range before engaging the target in combat.

The battle with the target began with an upper hand on our side: he was struck by one quarrel, and his companion on the roadside was felled in the first volley. However, it soon became apparent that we had either underestimated the target’s following or simply not acquired enough information, as nearly three dozen bandits rose from hiding at the target’s cry. He himself struck off his hat—apparently enchanted, as with it went his disguise—and quickly moved to engage our forces in close combat, throwing a single starknife as he approached.

The target proved as capable in a fight as we’d expected, if not more so. Although most of his followers were poorly trained brigands, the target himself was a fiercely skilled swordsman, and he fought to the last against us, having drawn a rapier shortly after his disguise was lifted. (Where and how he hid the rapier isn’t fully understood at this time; the target appears to be quite skilled at such concealment, as proven further by his later pulling a punching dagger while believed disarmed.) Even when all of his companions had been put down, the target fought, and personally brought down more than ten of our finest agents before being surrounded, beaten down, and manacled.

As the target was being brought back to our facility, he confessed to knowing the operation was a trap. When asked why he engaged our caravan anyway, he grinned and said, “Would’ve made a great story if I won, wouldn’t it?” Target proceeded to draw a punching dagger and killed two more men before he was knocked unconscious and further chained for the remainder of the trip.

(Personal note: I know dispassion is important, but I wish I could be there to see them break this bastard.)

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"She should have died oh yes, she should have. The portents were clear. Black cat and white dove. Yes, yes, she should have died. Good woman, nice woman, kind to her children. Yes. But my lady, my lady said it is her time. Oh yes. So bad for her. But the portents were clear. I watched. I waited. But no illness, no accident. Balance was broken. Oh yes. So... I had to do it! You understand. Yes, yes, I had no choice. The portents were clear. Her time had come. So sorry. But necessary. I watched. And waited. No accident, nono! So I took my fathers dagger. Left it behind. But no matter. Good weapon. And his friends. But children with her. Couldn´t use knifes. But she gave, oh yes, the lady, she gave me a chance. She walked toward that barrel towed up the barn. Was sooo easy to cut it with my knife. Very easy. Of course child died, too. But died innocent. So my lady was easy. And that night a crow flew across the moon. The Lady was pleased. Yes, yes. She liked it. So I checked and waited. And a little thrust here, a slit throat there. I was a good girl to my mistress. Oh yes. When the portents said, it was time and they cheated, those bad people cheated my mistress, I made things right again. Oh yes. But then.... then they caught me. Bad luck. Someone saw me. And then they hunted me. I hid in the sewers, but those bloodhounds, especially that dwarfen one. He was not denied. Oh no. But he did not kill me. Brought me before the court. I told them, full of pride, of my sacred mission. But they didn´t understand. So they threw me in the hole. Was there, many days and nights. Many! Now they say they need me. Someone else is supposed to be dead. The portents are clear, they say. Some more will help me. Does not matter. Many better sometimes. As long as he is DEAD and walks before her throne!"

Yes, Sychon is completly nuts. Like many devoted of pharasma the loss of prophecy drove her to madness. But unlike most, she was not caught. At first. She thinks it is her divine duty to kill those that should be dead according to the portents. So she helps to even the scale.

She is a dagger wielding half-orc warpriest. An alias will be made the moment she is selected. And thank you for the opportunity to create.. a truly sad mad person.

Hel Blackfist 6 SS
Female human (Chelaxian) zen archer monk (unchained) 6 (Advanced Player's Guide, Pathfinder Unchained, Purple Duck Games)
LE Medium humanoid (human)
Init +1; Senses Perception +15

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Defense
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AC 19 / touch 19, flat-footed 17 (+1 Dex, +1 dodge, +1 monk, +6 Wis)
. . Fighting Defensively w/ Crane Style: +4/+4, -- (+4 dodge)
. . Barkskin: +3/+3, +3 (+3 Natural)
. . Cumulative: 26 / touch 23, flat 20 (+1 dex, +5 dogde, +1 monk, +3 natural, +6 Wis)
. . Shield: +4/--, +4 (+4 Shield)
. . Mage Armor: +4/--, +4 (+4 Armor)
. . All Together: 34 / touch 23, flat 28 (+4 armor, +1 dex, +5 dogde, +1 monk, +3 natural, +4 shield, +6 Wis)

hp 51 (6d10+6)
Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +8

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Offense
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Speed 50 ft.
Melee sansetsukon +6/+1 (1d10/19-20) or
. . unarmed strike +6/+1 (1d8)
. . Fighting Defensively w/ Crane Style: -1 (--)

Ranged +1 merciful composite shortbow +14/+14/+9 (1d6+3 nonlethal/×3 plus 1d6 non-lethal)
. . Gravity Bow: (1d8+3 nonlethal/×3 plus 1d6 non-lethal)
. . Ki Flurry Bonus: +14/+14/+14/+9 (--)
. . Fighting Defensively w/ Crane Style: -1 (--)
. . Deadly Aim: -2 (+4)
. . Point-Blank Shot: +1 (+1, must be w/in 30')
. . All but Point-Blank: +11/+11/+11/+6 (1d8+7 nonlethal/×3 plus 1d6 non-lethal)
. . All and Point-Blank: +12/+12/+12/+7 (1d8+8 nonlethal/×3 plus 1d6 non-lethal)
. . All w/ Point-Blank, no Gravity Bow: +12/+12/+12/+7 (1d6+8 nonlethal/×3 plus 1d6 non-lethal)

Special Attacks flurry of blows (unchained), style shot, zen archery
Monk (Unchained) Spell-Like Abilities (CL 6th; concentration +4)
. . —barkskin (self only, 1 ki)[UM]

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Statistics
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Str 10, Dex 13, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 20/22, Cha 7
Base Atk +6; CMB +6; CMD 25
Feats Crane Riposte[UC], Crane Style[UC], Crane Wing[UC], Deadly Aim, Dodge, Improved Unarmed Strike, Perfect Strike, Point Blank Master[APG], Point-Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Weapon Focus (shortbow), Weapon Specialization (shortbow)
Traits bruising intellect, pragmatic activator

Skills Acrobatics +9 (+17 to jump), Climb +5, Craft (bows) +7, Disable Device +3, Escape Artist +6, Heal +7, Intimidate +12, Knowledge (geography) +4, Knowledge (history) +7, Knowledge (nobility) +4, Knowledge (religion) +7, Linguistics +5, Perception +15, Profession (gambler) +10, Profession (librarian) +10, Sense Motive +15, Sleight of Hand +3, Stealth +9, Survival +7, Swim +4, Use Magic Device +9
Languages Abyssal, Celestial, Common, Goblin, Halfling, Infernal

SQ fast movement (unchained), ki archery, ki pool (10 points magic), ki powers (qinggong power, wholeness of body), monk vow (vow of cleanliness[UM]), style shot (leaping shot)

Combat Gear +1 merciful composite shortbow, arrows (50), arrows (8), sansetsukon[UC], goblet of quenching, handy haversack, headband of inspired wisdom +2, sleeves of many garments[UE], mwk durable arrow (50), wand of gravity bow (CL 2nd, 6 charges; right wrist sheath), wand of infernal healing (9 charges), wand of mage armor (8 charges), wand of shield (CL 2nd, 5 charges; left wrist sheath)

Other Gear bedroll, burner, canteen[UE], cards, deck[APG], chewing stick, comb (0.2 lb), contracting rope, contracting rope, cutting board, wooden (2 lb), ember pot, fuel pellet (10), grappling arrow[UE] (3), hairbrush (0.3 lb), handy haversack, center (max 80 lbs), handy haversack, left (max 20 lbs), handy haversack, right (max 20 lbs), hidden light ring[UE], knife, cutting (0.5 lb), ladle (0.5 lb), mess kit[UE], mirror, nail file (0.1 lb), pot, pouch, belt, pouch, belt, quiver, left hip, scissors (0.3 lb), seasonings, local (0.5 lb), silk rope (100 ft.), skewer (1 lb), skillet[UE], soap, sponge, tinder packet (0.5 lb), tindertwig (10), tooth powder (0.1 lb), tripod, iron (3 lb), winter blanket (2), wrist sheath, spring loaded, wrist sheath, spring loaded
Money 12 gp

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Special Abilities
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Ki Pool (10/day) (Su) You have a ki pool equal to 1/2 your monk level + your Wisdom modifier.
. . Ki Archery (Su) 1 Ki point: +50' range increment for bows.
. . Ki Flurry (Su) 1 Ki point: +1 Attack during a flurry.
. . Barkskin (self only, 1 Ki, +3 Natural Armor) (Sp) Self Only. Costs 1 ki point to activate. Enhancement bonus.
. . Wholeness of Body (1d8+6 hp) (Su) As a standard action, use 2 ki to heal damage to self.
. Vow of Cleanliness (+1 ki) A monk undertaking this vow must wash daily, keep her clothes clean, appearance immaculate, hair braided, and not touch the dirty, diseased, or undead. (Hitting them with weapons is fine.)

Crane Style Fight defensive pen reduced to -2. When in style, dodge bonus increases by 1.
Crane Wing Your sweeping blocks and graceful motions allow you to deflect melee attacks with ease.
Crane Riposte Lessen fight defensive attack pen. Gain AoO when deflect att/lose crane wing dodge bonus.

Fast Movement (Unchained) (+20 ft.) The Monk adds 10 or more feet to his base speed.
Improved Unarmed Strike Unarmed strikes don't cause attacks of opportunity, and can be lethal.

Zen Archery (Su) Use WIS instead of DEX for ranged attacks with a bow.
Flurry of Blows (Unchained) (Ex) As full-round action, gain extra attacks with some weapons.
Perfect Strike (2d20, 6/day) When wielding a monk weapon, your attacks can be extremely precise.
Deadly Aim -2/+4 Trade a penalty to ranged attacks for a bonus to ranged damage.
Point-Blank Shot +1 to attack and damage rolls with ranged weapons at up to 30 feet.
Precise Shot You don't get -4 to hit when shooting or throwing into melee.
Style Shot (1/round) (Ex) At 5th level, a zen archer can learn one type of style shot. Whenever she makes a flurry of blows, she can designate one of her bow attacks as a style shot. This attack does normal damage and has an additional effect.
. . Leaping Shot (max 20 ft.) Leap up to fast move bonus as part of flurry.

Hel Blackhand didn't start out evil - not by a long shot. Raised as a 'classic' mousey librarian by gentry librarian parents in Alvis, she learned the classic 'gentry' skills: manners, diplomacy, grace and deportment, languages, the use of the bow, the managing of a house. Unfortunately, their Iomedean haven of light was discovered by an ultra-zealous witch hunter to possess 'evil tomes' - discussions on the worship of Asmodeus, diabolism, and other similar themes.

Without benefit of a trial, the witch hunter declared them evidence of their evil, and brutally battered the three into helplessness. Lashing them to the bookshelves, the fanatic torched the library, intending that the books would be the timber necessary for the purification of their souls. The skylights in the library broke early on, though, and acted as a chimney, drawing away the smoke that would have mercifully killed the four; though Hel shredded the skin of her left hand and forearm to free herself, she was unable to unbind her parents and younger brother, screaming in agony as the fire consumed their flesh.

But escaping the flames didn't end her torment. Though the witch hunter didn't get the chance to put a blade through her heart then (too many witnesses), when she was placed in a local convent of Irori he would leave items for her to discover - a heat-shattered piece of ceramic sculpture, a half-burned page, and various other items from the library. His persistence shaped the fifteen-year-old's approach to her new god, and she threw herself into learning the self-discipline and skill with the bow necessary to protect herself and never need to put up with such a person again.

When she left the convent, she swiftly decamped to Almas, disappearing into the warrens of the capital city. Soon she was trading her accuracy with a bow and her willingness to brutalize people for food, equipment, and privacy - and never, ever, ever for the company of men. She made examples of every man who laid hands upon her, and made corpses of those who thought 'no' meant 'rape me later'. For the next years, she lived in a most low lifestyle, but it was one that gave her what she most cherished: freedom to do what she needed to, when it needed to be done. She kept a strict regimen of basic habits - bath, working out, practice with the bow. And then a bath.

She gained a reputation for a sharp, biting wit, a keen discernment, and a blazing hatred for men and withering contempt for almost everyone else. It was said that she could blister a man's thoughts right out of his head with a scornful critique of his form, failings, or intellect. She also amassed a small collection of useful items - things that could help her blend in, kill better, or just make her life easier. Because Hel was a woman with a mission.

Having evaded him when she left the abbey, for almost seven years Hel hunted the witch-hunter that had started her down this path. She determined his habits, catalogued his preferences, identified his family, friends, and co-workers, sifted for rumors of his duties, the people he offended, those who owed him debts and favors. Eventually, her persistence paid off, and the woman the authorities called 'the Arrow-Slit Killer' (for her ability to strike her targets through only a narrow gap) was able to deduce the witch-hunter's pattern, and a vulnerability.

Unfortunately, despite her success at getting the drop on him in an early-morning ambush, he led her on a hellish cat-and-mouse chase across the wakening city. Ruthlessly using civilians to block line-of-sight and absorb an arrow or two meant for him when necessary, the witch-hunter raised the watch, further delaying her pursuit. Her fleetness, however, meant that though he was able to temporarily evade her, he was unable to make good on his escape. Hel's arrows cut too close time and again, slicing across his skin and, by the time he stumbled onto the steps of the Temple of Iomedae, turning him into a bloody, tattered mess - one which, except for the burns, echoed the mess Hel had been ten years earlier.

There is no doubt that Hel is guilty of murder; the clerics of Iomedae emerged from the temple just in time to witness her straddle the barely-conscious witch hunter and calmly, ruthlessly fire two arrows into his skull. Spells blasted her into unconsciousness, and the Iomedaeans turned her over to the city guard with alacrity.

Her trial was equally short, for though they desired to prove her guilty of scores of attacks and dozens of murders that had occurred over the past seven years, she would confess only to one: the murder of the witch hunter. She told her story to the judge (excluding of course the other incriminating bits) with neither shame nor pride, as poised and self-controlled as any martial nun of Irori. The sentence given down was that of the death penalty, but a wise person commuted it to life at hard labor ... and then someone else decided that a certain 'team' they were putting together could use a ranged combat specialist.

I am a proud Taldan, from a long line of proud Taldans. My family has been among the senate for generations and we have served the interests of the empire all that time. The honored ancestor for whom I am named was one of the soldiers of the First Army of Exploration! My great-grandfather was raised and inducted into the royal family for our families contributions, even now we still celebrate the anniversary of his raising. My father married my mother in a great ceremony, hosted at the home of the Grand Prince himself. What better way to celebrate the union of the royalty of Taldor with the nobility of Kyonin, hmm? I tell you of my family history so you can understand who I am. Elorus, my brother, sits on the senate. Iaome, my sister, is married to one of the great generals of the empire. So, you may ask, how is it that I, the younger son come to you now? The answer is simple, I love my country more than I do myself. As soon as I was of age I joined the army, in the army I learned that my youth on the family estates as a hunter had well prepared me for the role of scout. I did well in the army, but the command structure was not for me. After I left I was approached by agents of the Grand Prince, they had a request, a duty, for me. I readily accepted without truly knowing what they wanted. The nature of my new job soon became apparent however, I became what is known as a deniable asset. When enemies of the Empire moved against us my job was to find them and eliminate them. If I was caught, I was simply a Taldan extremist who would be disavowed by the Grand Prince. For years I served the interests of the Grand Prince, killing Galtish rebels, Chellish infernalists, and hated Qadirans.

My last duty for the Grand Prince was one of the most sensitive ones in my career. I tracked down a senator who had been selling state secrets and operating against the best interests of Taldor and in the best interests of Chelliax. I found him, slipped into his home, and I killed him. It was a simple thing really, the act itself. I cleaned up, put him in bed and made it look like he drank to much and expired in his sleep. The was no evidence to link me to the crime. No physical evidence anyway. Magical evidence is harder to control for. The damned Inspector Vors found me out, he raised just a bit to much havoc and the Prince was forced to placate him. On the night of my capture I said goodbye to my wife, kissed my sleeping children, and went out to give the inspector a show. I caught him in an alley just off the main thoroughfare and made as if I was going to kill him, he was surprised and had little chance. Bleeding and crawling away he saw my masked face and my drawn daggers and little else. The agents of the Empire waiting nearby appeared and apprehended me, beating me to near unconsciousness and dragging me away while tending to the inspector and telling him that I was a Galtan extremist and that I would be dealt with accordingly. The next morning they hung some poor merchant from Galt and said he was me. They stuck me in this prison to let things blow over and keep me on tap for if there was another job requiring my particular talents. So, here we sit.

Iacobus Flint

Male Half Elf Slayer 6
LE medium humanoid (elf, human)

Str 13, Dex 18, Con 13, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 12
Base Attack +6, CMB +7, CMD 21
AC , Touch 1, Flat-footed 1
Fort +6, Ref +9, Will +4
HP 39 (6d8 + 6)
Speed 30ft
Init +8

Feats: Skill Focus (Stealth)(b), Weapon Finesse, Two-Weapon Fighting (b), Power Attack, Improved Initiative, Improved Two-Weapon Fighting (b)

Traits:

Skills: Diplomacy, Perception, Stealth

Languages: Common, Elven, Infernal, Chellish

Special Attacks:

Special Qualities:

Combat Gear:

Other Gear:

Special Abilities: Low-Light Vision, Slayer Talents (Ranger Combat Style (Two-Weapon Combat) x2, Rogue Talent (Bleeding Attack))

I am a proud Taldan, from a long line of proud Taldans. My family has been among the senate for generations and we have served the interests of the empire all that time. The honored ancestor for whom I am named was one of the soldiers of the First Army of Exploration! My great-grandfather was raised and inducted into the royal family for our families contributions, even now we still celebrate the anniversary of his raising. My father married my mother in a great ceremony, hosted at the home of the Grand Prince himself. What better way to celebrate the union of the royalty of Taldor with the nobility of Kyonin, hmm? I tell you of my family history so you can understand who I am. Elorus, my brother, sits on the senate. Iaome, my sister, is married to one of the great generals of the empire. So, you may ask, how is it that I, the younger son come to you now? The answer is simple, I love my country more than I do myself. As soon as I was of age I joined the army, in the army I learned that my youth on the family estates as a hunter had well prepared me for the role of scout. I did well in the army, but the command structure was not for me. After I left I was approached by agents of the Grand Prince, they had a request, a duty, for me. I readily accepted without truly knowing what they wanted. The nature of my new job soon became apparent however, I became what is known as a deniable asset. When enemies of the Empire moved against us my job was to find them and eliminate them. If I was caught, I was simply a Taldan extremist who would be disavowed by the Grand Prince. For years I served the interests of the Grand Prince, killing Galtish rebels, Chellish infernalists, and hated Qadirans.

My last duty for the Grand Prince was one of the most sensitive ones in my career. I tracked down a senator who had been selling state secrets and operating against the best interests of Taldor and in the best interests of Chelliax. I found him, slipped into his home, and I killed him. It was a simple thing really, the act itself. I cleaned up, put him in bed and made it look like he drank to much and expired in his sleep. The was no evidence to link me to the crime. No physical evidence anyway. Magical evidence is harder to control for. The damned Inspector Vors found me out, he raised just a bit to much havoc and the Prince was forced to placate him. On the night of my capture I said goodbye to my wife, kissed my sleeping children, and went out to give the inspector a show. I caught him in an alley just off the main thoroughfare and made as if I was going to kill him, he was surprised and had little chance. Bleeding and crawling away he saw my masked face and my drawn daggers and little else. The agents of the Empire waiting nearby appeared and apprehended me, beating me to near unconsciousness and dragging me away while tending to the inspector and telling him that I was a Galtan extremist and that I would be dealt with accordingly. The next morning they hung some poor merchant from Galt and said he was me. They stuck me in this prison to let things blow over and keep me on tap for if there was another job requiring my particular talents. So, here we sit.

Iacobus Flint
Male Half Elf Slayer 6
LE medium humanoid (elf, human)

Str 13, Dex 18, Con 13, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 12
Base Attack +6, CMB +7, CMD 21
AC 21, Touch 14, Flat-footed 17
Fort +6, Ref +9, Will +4
HP 39 (6d8 + 6)
Speed 30ft
Init +10

Attacks: +1 Rapier (+11, 1d6+2, 18-20/x2)
+1 Shortsword (+11, 1d6+2, 19-20/x2)
MW Dagger (+11, 1d4+1, 19-20/x2, 10ft)
MW Shortbow (+11, 1d6, x3, 60ft)

Feats: Skill Focus (Stealth)(b), Weapon Finesse, Two-Weapon Fighting (b), Power Attack, Improved Initiative, Improved Two-Weapon Fighting (b)

Traits: Armor Expert (-1 to ACP), Elven Reflexes (+2 to Initiative)

Skills: Acrobatics (6 ranks), Bluff (6 ranks), Climb (1 ranks), Diplomacy (2 ranks), Disguise (3 ranks), Heal (1 ranks), Knowledge(Geography) (2 ranks), Knowledge(Local) (2 ranks), Knowledge (Nobility) (2 ranks), Perception (6 ranks), Ride (1 ranks), Sense Motive (3 ranks), Stealth (6 ranks), Survival (6 ranks), Swim (1 ranks)

Languages: Common, Elven, Infernal, Chellish

Special Attacks: Sneak Attack +2d6 +2 bleed, Studied Target +2

Special Qualities: Elven Immunities, Track +3

Combat Gear: +1 Rapier, +1 Shortsword, MW Dagger x2, MW Shortbow, 20 arrows

Other Gear: +1 Mithral Breastplate, Cloak of Elvenkind, Potion of Cat's Grace x2, Potion of Invisibility, Potion of Fly, Potion of Cure Light Wounds x2, Potion of Reduce Person, Potion of Shield of Faith +2, Bandoleer, Explorer's Outfit, Noble's Outfit (w/jewelry), Signet Ring, Ranger's Kit, Pathfinder's Kit, Deluxe Dungeoneering Kit, Disguise Kit, Healer's Kit, Crowbar, Bandoleer, Black Adder Venom (2 doses), Blue Whinnis (2 doses), 43 gp, 5sp

Special Abilities: Adaptability, Elf Blood, Fey Thoughts (Diplomacy and Escape Artist are class skills), Keen Senses, Low-Light Vision, Slayer Talents (Ranger Combat Style (Two-Weapon Combat) x2, Rogue Talent (Bleeding Attack), Poison Use)

Favored Class: Slayer (+1/6 New Slayer Talent x6)