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COMBAT
HP: 11
Init: +2 (+2 Dex)
AC: 12 (Touch: 12, Flat-footed: 10) (+2 Dex)
Fort: +2 (+4 vs. disease), Ref: +2, Will: +1
BAB: +0
CMB: +4 (0 + 4 Str)
CMD: 16 (0 + 4 Str + 2 Dex)
Villain Points: 1

ATTACKS
Melee

Ranged

RACIAL FEATURES
Skilled: Humans gain an additional skill rank at first level and one additional rank whenever they gain a level.

CLASS FEATURES
Mystery (Dark Tapestry)
Oracle's Curse (Ex, Wasting): Your body is slowly rotting away. You take a –4 penalty on Charisma-based skill checks, except for Intimidate. You gain a +4 competence bonus on saves made against disease.
Orisons
Cleric Spells

REVELATIONS
Pierce the Veil (Su): Your bond with the alien denizens of the Dark Tapestry allows you to see in even the deepest darkness. You gain darkvision 60 feet.

FEATS
Augment Summoning: Summoned creatures gain +4 Str and Con
Spell Focus (Conjuration): +1 bonus on save DCs for one school

TRAITS
Focused Mind: You gain a +2 trait bonus on concentration checks.
Way of the Wicked Campaign Trait - Consorting with the Dark Powers (Witchcraft): You receive a +1 trait bonus to Knowledge (planes) and Knowledge (arcana) checks, and one of these skills (your choice) is always a class skill for you.

SKILLS
Acrobatics: 2 (0 + 2 (Dex)) (ACP)
Appraise: 0 (0 + 0 (Int))
Bluff: -2 (0 + 2 (Cha) + -4 (Mystery))
Climb: 4 (0 + 4 (Str)) (ACP)
Craft*: 0 (0 + 0 (Int))
Diplomacy*: -2 (0 + 2 (Cha) + -4 (Mystery))
Disguise*: -2 (0 + 2 (Cha) + -4 (Mystery))
Escape Artist: 2 (0 + 2 (Dex)) (ACP)
Fly: 2 (0 + 2 (Dex)) (ACP)
Heal*: -1 (0 + -1 (Wis))
Intimidate*: 6 (1 + 3 (Class Skill) + 2 (Cha))
Knowledge (Arcana)*: 5 (1 + 3 (Class Skill) + 0 (Int) + 1 (Trait))
Knowledge (Planes)*: 5 (1 + 3 (Class Skill) + 0 (Int) + 1 (Trait))
Knowledge (Religion)*: 4 (1 + 3 (Class Skill) + 0 (Int))
Perception: 0 (1 + -1 (Wis))
Perform: -2 (0 + 2 (Cha) + -4 (Mystery))
Ride: 2 (0 + 2 (Dex)) (ACP)
Sense Motive*: -1 (0 + -1 (Wis))
Spellcraft*: 4 (1 + 3 (Class Skill) + 0 (Int))
Stealth*: 6 (1 + 3 (Class Skill) + 2 (Dex)) (ACP)
Survival: -1 (0 + -1 (Wis))
Swim: 4 (0 + 4 (Str)) (ACP)

Orisons (unlimited/day):
Create Water: Creates 2 gallons/level of pure water.
Detect Magic: Detects spells and magic items within 60 ft.
Mending: Makes minor repairs on an object.
Stabilize: Cause a dying creature to stabilize.

1st-level (4/day):
Cure Light Wounds: Cures 1d8 damage + 1/level (max +5).
Shield of Faith: Aura grants +2 or higher deflection bonus.
Summon Monster I: Summons extraplanar creature to fight for you.

ENCUMBRANCE
Current Encumbrance: 0 lbs. (Light)
Light Encumbrance: up to 100 lbs.
Medium Encumbrance: 101-200 lbs.
Heavy Encumbrance: 201-300 lbs.

GEAR

DESCRIPTION
Bahram is an exceptionally large brute of a man, who carries himself with the careful grace that comes, eventually, from often hitting one's head on door frames, or harming others without even trying (much). You can tell that he would be a formidable opponent in battle, but that isn't the bit that makes you nervous. No, the worst part is that, despite not being particularly wise or bright, he is persuasive. In fact, when he begins talking about the dark tapestry and the powerful beings that reside there, his eyes take on the glassy sheen of madness, and you feel yourself being drawn into his delusions...

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 210 lbs.
Skin: Tan
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey

Bahram remembers his childhood. He remembers his father, a Knight of the Alerion, who would come home and look for excuses to rail against and beat his wife and children, but who would always leave the house with his armor polished and boots shined - usually by Bahram himself - so that all who looked upon him would marvel at his upstanding character. He remembers his two older brothers, and even his older sister, being thrown out of the house - often, literally - as soon as they were old enough to fend for themselves under the law, and his father telling inquirers that it was for their own benefit.

He remembers his mother fleeing the house in tears one night, and his father running after her; try as he might, though, he can't remember ever seeing her again afterwards. He remembers his father's fondness for drink after his mother left, and how, when there was enough of it, he would sometimes find some peace. He remembers, on those days when he knew there was not enough, the long days spent in the yard, working to become stronger, harder, faster than his father, and how it never seemed to make a difference when the door would slam shut at the end of the day. Most of all, he remembers the hatred he had toward his father, the resentment he had toward the church that empowered him, and the frustration toward a system that allowed those sorts of things to happen.

He remembers it all. Until now, however, he couldn't do anything about it. Now he can, and he wants the city of Talingarde to burn.

He had just moved his inebriated, unconscious father to his bed, as he did most nights. When it wasn't done, his father would beat him in frustration when he awoke. As he was heading to his own bed, Bahram suddenly fell to the floor, screaming and thrashing for what felt like days, but in reality must have only been a few minutes. That's when the vision, the sending, came to him.

The darkness is absolute. There is no sound. No feeling. Nothing. Then, a voice drills itself into his skull, You have been chosen.

A flash of light illuminates a mountain...no, a creature, more massive than any living thing could possibly be, with the head of an octopus and the wings of a bat. The collective souls of Golarion cry out for mercy, for aid from their puny gods, but their pleas are in vain. It seems to last forever...

Again, the voice...the presence...enters his mind, We are coming.

Another flash, and he sees the movements of the stars, of entire galaxies. The infinity of space is laid before him, and his mind shrinks from its vastness. He sees a comet flying through the fabric, and it falls toward a small planet. His focus shifts momentarily, and he sees a once-great city that was lost beneath the waves, returned to the world from the depths of the sea, rivers of water streaming down the streets.

No, mortal. My time is near, but you have not been called for my use.

Another flash and suddenly he is in the water himself, sinking...no, being pulled...deeper and deeper. The light slowly grows dim once more as he descends. He perceives...something...lying in the silt. The comet. A sickly green light emanates from within it, and he can sense...a presence...within. As his mind touches the fringes of that presence, it recoils in horror from the vast intelligence. He tries to escape, sending his thoughts anywhere but here, but his struggles are for naught.

As his mind is overtaken, he hears one final statement. You. Are. MINE.

His father found him the next morning sitting, knees held to chest, beneath the table, rocking himself and muttering under his breath. When his father couldn't rouse him with threats or by kicking him soundly, he stormed off for the day, vowing that if Bahram wasn't acting normally by that evening, he would be sorry.

When his father arrived home that evening, the sun had already set, and the house was dark. He called out, "Bahram! Get your sorry a** down here and fix my dinner!" There was no answering scuffle of feet, no meek "Yes, sir." in response. Nothing. He went to light a candle, but before he had felt his way to it, it flared to life. He turned to find his son standing in the middle of the room, staring at him...but something was different.

He was as tall as he had once been, and as massive, but his skin was stretched, thin, pallid...melted, almost. His eyes had a strange glow, and there was a foul stench of month-old bread emanating from him. "You have wronged me, father. You will pay."

His father, surprised by his son's appearance and new-found courage, laughed. "Boy, you'd best be leaving now, and I mean to make you." Bahram picked up the candle and a small bag, muttered a short incantation, and a fiery eagle appeared behind his father, screeching and attacking him.

His father dove beneath the bird and rolled to his feet, grabbing his longsword from beside the door and drawing it, but when he turned to face his son, there were now two of the hell-born birds facing him, with Bahram behind them, laughing.

His father fled, then, throwing open the door and running, screaming for help the whole way. When officials arrived at the house, they found Bahram sitting in front of it, smiling. "This is but the first step of many. I am His, they are coming, and you. Will. Burn."