Liz's Best Character Ever: Damiel

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

What do Rambo, MacGyver, James Bond, Doctor Frankenstein, and Mad Max have in common? Besides making one hell of an adventuring party, they all know how to use SCIENCE! to turn themselves into a veritable army. Of course, we could instead save space on that camel and ride with the one hero who can do it all: Damiel, the best character ever.

Most characters' destinies are written before they take their first step. Fighters are on the frontlines, clerics are on hand to heal injuries, and rangers are off in the wings. Damiel scoffs at these common party roles. The alchemist takes Destiny into his hands and bottles it.

In Skull & Shackles, Damiel can do anything you want him to do. Need a healer? Easy. Get him Cure spells and Potions of Healing, and he'll make Kyra look slack. Need someone to dish out party buffs like candy? He can do that, and he'll do it with the best items in the game to boot. Intelligent and quick, Damiel can "go rogue" and neutralize traps and locks alike. And when it comes to dishing out pure damage, it's tough to beat explosives.

Equipped with only a Noxious Bomb and any other card, n00b Damiel can blast an enemy with 1d10+1d8+2d6+5 (that's an average of 22 damage!!)... and there's a good chance he'll recharge BOTH of those cards and do it again later without so much as a scratch. Yelling an earth-shattering "KABOOM!" and cackling maniacally are optional, but encouraged. Knowledge is power, and power corrupts. Enjoy it.

Not only can Damiel take on nearly any role, but he's never stuck with just one. Want to watch the world burn? Add more oomph to bombs with the Grenadier role. Feeling more sanguine? Patch up a wounded party with the expert skills of the Chirurgeon.

Like any good cocktail, the best mixes are the result of imagination and ingenuity. With a little bit of everything, Damiel can confidently wander into the wilderness alone. (That's good news, given the rumors surrounding the adventuring parties that haven't returned with him.) A fighter who finds a shiny new sword can stab things more efficiently (big whoop), but the alchemist who finds a new potion recipe has a whole new power at his beck and call. Weaker items that fizzle out after a moment's use become the juice of juggernauts.

Imagine playing the Potion of Heroism on yourself every... single... turn. To use his best tricks, Damiel really wants to walk the razor's edge. Play your cards right, and he gets stronger when he's gasping his last breath. Never challenge an alchemist when death is on the line! MWAH HA HA ha ha! *ahem*

With the secrets to life and death in his pockets, Damiel can take on anything and look good doing it. Ignore the twitchy, bloodshot eyes and gruesome stains on his coat. Really, the only thing better than playing Damiel is playing two Damiels at once....

Liz Spain
Pathfinder Adventure Card Game Designer

Friday Publisher Preview: Iconic Heroes Set 3 (Part 1)

Friday, October 24, 2014

Hard to believe it's Friday already, and time for another look at upcoming Pathfinder Battles miniatures!

This week we're taking a peek at three figures from March's Iconic Heroes Set #3, a stand-alone release featuring six figures. Unlike many of our Pathfinder Battles releases, Iconic Heroes sets do not come randomly packed. The same six figures are in every box, with a visible window to let you see what you're buying.

WizKids has really outdone themselves with premium sculpting and paint masters for the Iconic Heroes sets. The new digital sculpting process allows us to nitpick all of the little details that make our iconic characters iconic, and WizKids is planning to make the Iconic Heroes as beautiful as any figure we've ever done for the Pathfinder Battles line so far.

Another difference is that each Iconic Heroes set will include six exclusive cards for the Pathfinder Adventure Card Game, one for each character in the box. These cards can be used with any PACG campaign.

Let's take a look at some digital sculpts!

Up first this week is a familiar face, as we previewed her a couple of weeks ago in another blog. But in case you missed her, here's Alhazra, Human Oracle, from the Advanced Player's Guide. The amount of detailing on Alhazra's stole will push the factory to the limit, but I'm confident the final figure will look absolutely amazing!

Next up is the conniving Damiel, Elf Alchemist. We're excited about the level of detail that will go into Damiel's equipment, complete with clear potion bottles and a fully stocked alchemist kit/backpack. We see Damiel winding up to throw an alchemical bomb. Watch out!

My favorite for this week is Alain, Human Cavalier. His banner ripples in the wind at the end of his lance as his cloak billows behind him in dramatic fashion. Check out that banner and his tabard to see some of the coolest and most detailed tampo stamps we've ever done for Pathfinder Battles. Alain comes fully geared up and ready to kick ass, and I couldn't be happier with how he turned out.

We're only a couple of weeks from the November 19 release of the full The Lost Coast 45-figure blind-boxed set. Now is a good time to make sure that you've preordered or set up a Pathfinder Battles Ongoing Case Subscription to make sure you don't miss a single figure. The Lost Coast is one of my favorite sets in a while, and its loose theme means it's packed with a ton of figures usable in just about any campaign. We've also introduced new subscriber benefits with this release (30% off Pathfinder Battles purchases across the board, 75% off the limited-edition case incentive figure) that you'll definitely want to check out.

See you next week for three more iconics!

Erik Mona
Publisher

Illustration by Christopher Burdett

Golarion Day: Death to the Iconics!

Thursday, February 24, 2010

So we have this book coming out soon called Undead Revisited. A 64-page book that's sort of a spiritual sequel to Classic Horrors Revisited, I suppose, in that it's got ten six-page articles that explore all sorts of scary monsters. But whereas Classic Horrors Revisited focused on frights that come from myth and legend, Undead Revisited focuses more on undead who were mostly created whole cloth for the game. A few in here, like the wight, are certainly from mythology, but most of the undead in this book are things like bodaks, devourers, graveknights, nightshades, and raveners—creatures made up for the game and only very loosely (if at all) inspired by overall stories featuring undead and threats from beyond the grave.

Anyway, when I was ordering art for the book, I decided to have a little fun. Each chapter opens with a half-page illustration, so why not show these horrible undead doing what they were born to do—kill player characters? So for each chapter opener, you get to see some violent undead monster killing off one of our iconics—pictured here, the iconic alchemist Damiel meets his end at the shadowy hands of a shadow.

Of course, there's only ten chapters, and when you count the three most recent additions to the party (the samurai, the ninja, and the gunslinger), we've got over double that in iconics. That DOES mean that only ten of the iconics get offed in this book. So make sure to check out Undead Revisited when it comes out to discover if YOUR favorite iconic bit the dust!

James Jacobs
Creative Director

Iconic Love

Monday, February 14, 2011

For some of us, Valentine's Day is just another day. We go to work, come home, maybe hang out with our significant others a bit or send the kids off to the sitter for a rare night out. For other people, however, Valentine's Day carries more significance, and flat-out demands acknowledgement. They see it as an excuse to truly cut loose, to go all-out with the romance and treat it like a real holiday.

And then, apparently, there's a third type of person: the type for whom Valentine's Day means a chance to go totally insane. Such appears to be the case with Pathfinder Tales author Kevin Andrew Murphy. How else can you explain the fact that he chose the occasion to, without any prompting or warning, write us an entire heroic crown of sonnets immortalizing the iconic characters' backgrounds in prose. (For those of you who've forgotten your 400-level literature classes, a "heroic crown of sonnets" is a specialized form of poetry in which you have 14 sonnets, each linked by their first and last lines, plus a fifteenth which is made up exclusively of the previous sonnets' linking lines, in order. Needless to say, it's incredibly difficult to do well.)

I'd say more, but I'm still processing the whole thing, so I think it's better to just post the sonnets in their entirety. Happy Valentine's Day!

The Fifteen Loves of Golarion

A Heroic Crown of Sonnets for Valentine's Day 2011
by Kevin Andrew Murphy

1. Alain, the Cavalier, "For Love of Glory"
I am the one who lives to tell the tale.
The victor is the braggart of his fame,
The first to know the glory of his name
But not the last. The bards now all regale
The common folk with ballads of my deeds,
The battles won by force of my prowess,
The ransomed kings who've bowed to my duress,
And Donahan, the noblest of steeds.
Sometimes I think he is my only friend.
The men I ride with? Those I can replace.
The maids I bed? Each just a pretty face.
Yet Donahan is mine till journey's end.
If he falls first, then part of me is dead.
I've said the words that needed to be said.

2. Alahazra, the Oracle, "For Love of Truth"
I've said the words that needed to be said,
For Truth is blind, and I am blind in truth.
My clouded eyes see little but forsooth
My inner eye sees clearly. I have read
The fates of men with but the barest glance.
I know the future as I know the past,
Which seeds will sprout and which of them will last,
For Destiny leaves nothing up to Chance.
It was not Chance that burned me with its fire.
The simoom's breath is but the Wind of Fate
That claimed me with its Flame. I now relate
The Fate of Love, if that is your desire:
All present loves become in days ahead
Mementos kept in memory of the dead.

3. Seelah, the Paladin, "For Love of Those Now Gone"
Mementos kept in memory of the dead,
Reminders of what nothing can restore.
The wingéd helm that dead Acemi wore
Now hides my face and my unworthy head.
I feel its weight: part guilt, part gift, part theft.
Part love. She saw and yet forgave her thief,
The child who stole her helm. Ergo, my grief.
Acemi is still dead and I am left.
I have no words to say in my defense.
I know my deeds. I must have faith in grace
So now I wear her helm and take her place.
What Iomedae learned: Inheritance,
A gift of trust from those you must not fail
Now silent in the realm beyond the pale.

4. Harsk, the Ranger, "For Love of Solitude"
Now silent in the realm beyond the pale,
My brother lies–and those who took his life.
I ended theirs with crossbow quarrel and knife.
The giants dead, now I alone prevail.
My kin who dwell below with bended backs
To toil at the forge or in the mines,
Or worshiping our gods at dwarven shrines,
Have my regard, and yet my brother's axe
Is all I bear away from whence I hail.
A hunter's life is love of solitude.
A Spartan camp, a pot of tea fresh-brewed
Will keep him more alert than mugs of ale.
My quarry's tracks are runes left for the sage.
I know the letters written on this page.

5. Ezren, the Wizard, "For Love of Scholarship"
I know the letters written on this page,
My father charged with some impiety
Against our god, some awful blasphemy
Too dire for words, and nothing can assuage
The gossips' tongues, for rumor needs no proof.
And Abadar? The merchant god cares not
Who prospers or who fails nor what is bought.
The Golden One stays in his Vault, aloof.
I spent my youth to clear my father's name,
In quest to save the business that he built,
But in the end I only proved his guilt.
Now scholarship's the only love I claim.
Yet law for arcane law can be exchanged.
Old orders sometimes must be rearranged.

6. Sajan, the Monk, "For Love of a Sister"
"Old orders sometimes must be rearranged."
So said the monks when taking twin from twin.
My sister Sajni's gone. I should begin
Describing how we came to be estranged.
We were conceived. Our lives were intertwined
Like threads of web and woof strung on a loom,
So were our limbs locked in our mother's womb.
Though born as two, we're more when we're combined.
We trained with temple swords and so time passed
Till at twelve years we each were sent away
And battle woes lost her to Jalmeray.
I left, deserting all I knew, my caste,
To seek my sister. Far too far I've ranged.
I've changed some facts which never should be changed.

7. Damiel, the Alchemist, "For Love of Change"
I've changed some facts which never should be changed
And yet that is the goal of alchemy:
Quicksilver shifting, mutability.
The philosophic art just seems deranged
To those too dull to grasp aetheric heights
Or dream of fixing one's perfected form,
Not living with the dull and banal norm.
You reach out when the stars are in your sights,
Yet what you grasp may be the fulgent dark
For nightmares ride as well between the stars.
Like Shelyn's smile can hide Zon-Kuthon's scars,
The bright quicksilver sea conceals a shark,
And from the left the villain steps onstage
To let men feel the battle fury's rage.

8. Amiri, the Barbarian, "For Love of Oneself"
To let men feel the battle fury's rage,
The Six Bears tribesmen donned the skins of bears
They'd taken from our totems in their lairs.
Each boy was sent to do it at an age.
We girls were told to sit inside and spin,
Awaiting a barbarian's return.
This never was a name that women earn.
I brought a she-bear's hide back to my kin.
The time came that a warband of my clan
All dared me to bring back a giant's blade.
When I returned, they mocked me as a maid.
The blood rage came. I slew them to a man.
That bastard blade I bear with me. Beware
To taste the kiss of malice and despair.

9. Seltyiel, the Magus, "For Lack of Love"
To taste the kiss of malice and despair,
One needn't know the touch of love or hope–
At very least, not of an equal scope–
And pain is seldom more than one can bear,
And when it is? Well, there is always death.
My mother died the moment I was born.
My sister's cries, those spared my life that morn.
I often think she should have saved her breath.
Sioria, oh how could you divine
The babe you saved would still be here alive
Or on a feast of wormwood one could thrive.
I'll kill your father once I first kill mine.
Foul Lairsaph was a fool to teach his spawn
To walk the road with weapons sheathed or drawn....

10. Valeros, the Fighter, "For Love of Adventure"
To walk the road with weapons sheathed or drawn
Is how a sellsword passes most his days.
That much at least is truthful in bards' lays.
The rest? Well yes, there is a need for brawn–
The same goes for an ox that pulls a plow–
But when your sword-arm makes some villain yield,
That's better than some plowshare in a field.
At least it's more exciting anyhow.
One day I may retire to a farm,
Grow beans and beets or brew a bit of beer,
But now I love my freedom and I hear
A distant village sounding the alarm.
If there's adventure calling, I'll be gone
To greet the hope that rises with the dawn.

11. Kyra, the Cleric, "For Love of Hope"
To greet the hope that rises with the dawn,
The Crown of Our Beloved Sarenrae
Who cast the Beast below to Asmodae,
Is how a priestess prays for I'm Her pawn.
Whate'er the Dawnflower wishes I will do.
When bandits burned my village and Her shrine,
That's when I saw the face of the divine.
Through streaming tears the sun shone and I knew
The Everlight had filled me with Her power
To heal the sick and ailing with Her light
And cleanse those past redemption of their blight
By scimitar, like Dawn's Eternal Flower.
One day I'll join my goddess in the air
To live a life of joy and forswear care.

12. Merisiel, the Rogue, "For Love of Freedom"
To live a life of joy and forswear care
Is what I always felt the world should be.
See something that you like? Then take it. Free!
If you don't like your lot, then folk should share.
They call it thievery, who gives a fig?
My knives can teach their tongues to be polite,
And while some think I could be more contrite
It's not like they're not working the same gig.
This knife I got from some Azlanti queen.
This one? From Galt. Belonged to some coquette
And these? From Geb. But most I just forget.
I only care if I can keep them keen.
You make life up like some bard's folderol.
I sing the songs that rise up from my soul.

13. Seoni, the Sorcerer, "For Love of Magic"
I sing the songs that rise up from my soul
And write the runes appearing in my dreams.
The ones I walk with talk about my "schemes,"
If schemes they are, or just an unknown goal.
I'd like to say I like just who I am,
Yet who can say just who they are? Not I.
Or what I am, or how I am, or why.
That statement just might be my epigram.
I only know when spells wish to be wrought,
The way they say that love pulls at the heart.
Just so I feel the call of arcane art.
It springs to mind like any other thought.
I'd work alone, but I lack that control
For love and friendship are what make one whole.

14. Lini, the Druid, "For Love of a True Companion"
"For love and friendship are what make one whole."
So spake the norn who whispered in the wood.
She vanished but her fey advice is good
And with it I can talk to mouse or mole.
The purest love is love you get from beasts.
My friend Droogami taught me this is true.
It's something though that I already knew.
I never bought the nonsense from the priests
About the love of gods as the most pure.
Who can believe a love you never see?
My love is for the leopard next to me
And she for me and that's what shall endure.
She's great and strong where I am small and frail.
I am the one who lives to tell the tale.

15. Lem, the Bard, "For Love of Happy Endings"
I am the one who lives to tell the tale.
I've said the words that needed to be said,
Mementos kept in memory of the dead
Now silent in the realm beyond the pale.
I know the letters written on this page.
Old orders sometimes must be rearranged.
I've changed some facts which never should be changed
To let men feel the battle fury's rage,
To taste the kiss of malice and despair,
To walk the road with weapons sheathed or drawn,
To greet the hope that rises with the dawn,
To live a life of joy and forswear care.
I sing the songs that rise up from my soul
For love and friendship are what make one whole.

James Sutter
Fiction Editor