About Ceres SejnaCeres Sejna
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Spells Prepared ASF: 20%
Spells Known (0) Arcane Mark, Bleed, Dancing Lights, Daze, Detect Fiendish Presence, Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Grasp, Guidance, Light, Mending, Message, Putrefy Food and Drink, Read Magic, Resistance, Spark, Stabilize, Touch of Fatigue (1) Adhesive Spittle, Cause Fear, Chill Touch, Comprehend Languages, Cure Light Wounds, Discern Next of Kin, Divine Power, Ear-Piercing Scream, Enlarge Person, Ill Omen, Infernal Healing, Mage Armor, Mount, Sleep, Youthful Appearance (2) Alter Self, Ironskin --------------------
Base Atk +3; CMB +7; CMD 18 (17 ffCMD; 19 vs. grapple) Feats Diehard, Endurance, Feral Combat Training, Final Embrace, Iron Will, Unarmed Combatant, Weapon Focus (Natural), "Toughness" (holiday bonus feat) Traits Bloody-Minded (combat), Indomitable Faith (faith), Kidnapping (campaign) Skills 33 (4 base + 4 int + 1 human + 2 background)
**Acrobatics +7 (3 ranks, 3 class, 1 dex)
Languages common, abyssal, infernal, dwarf --------------------
White Haired Witch:
Cantrips; Familiar (king crab); Patron (Strength); Spells; White Hair (reach 5’, grapple foes with hair as free action no AoO, use Int to make grapple check, does not gain grappled condition, constrict swift action upon successful grapple) Strangler Brawler:
Bonus Feats (Unarmed Combatant); Brawler’s Cunning; Maneuver Mastery (+1 to grapple checks and to CMD to avoid being grappled); Martial Flexibility (4/day, move action, 1 minute duration); Martial Training (fighter and monk); Practiced Strangler (does not take -4 penalty to Dex and does not lose Dex to AC when grappled); Strangle (+2d6 sneak attack damage when succeeds at a grapple check to damage or pin and opponent); Broken Soul:
Agonized Wail (DC 8); Concentration -2; Damage Reduction 1/-; Energy Resistance 2 (acid/cold/elec/fire/sonic); Feats (Diehard, Endurance); Intimidate +2; Speed -10 feet; Wisdom -2 King Crab familiar (sage archetype):
King Crab (sage archetype) N Tiny vermin (aquatic) Init +2; Sense darkvision 60 ft; Perception +9 defense AC 19, touch 14, flat-footed 17 (+2 dex, +5 natural, +2 size) hp 18 (2 HD) Fort +5 Ref +6 Will +3 Immune mind-affecting effects offense Speed 30 ft., swim 20 ft. Melee 2 claws +5 (1d2-2 plus grab) Space 2.5 ft; Reach 0 ft Special Attacks constrict (1d2-2) stats Str 7 Dex 15 Con 12 Int 8 Wis 10 Cha 2 BAB +3; CMB +3 (+7 grapple); CMD 11 (23 vs. trip) Skills Knowledge Planes (3) + 6; Knowledge Religion (1) +4; Perception (2) +9; Swim +10; Racial Modifiers +4 Perception SQ Water dependency (Crabs can survive out of the water for 1 hour per point of Constitution. Beyond this limit, a crab runs the risk of suffocation, as if it were drowning); Familiar (The master of a king crab familiar gains a +2 bonus on CMB checks to start and maintain a grapple.); Improved Evasion, Share Spells, Empathic Link, Sage's Knowledge ( A sage can attempt all Knowledge checks untrained and gains a bonus on Knowledge checks equal to half its master’s class level. Additionally, a sage gains 2 skill ranks each time its master gains a class level. Its maximum number of ranks in any given skill is equal to its master’s class level); Deliver Touch Spells --------------------
Chain shirt, signal horn, sack of food and money, Warden's spellbook, Wand of Mage Armor (50 charges) --------------------
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Ceres was once a pretty young woman, but her recent abuse has permanently - and literally - scarred her. Scars reminiscent of rope marks encircle her neck and wrists. The fingers of her left hand are bent and misshapen, and Ceres moves slowly, as if in a state of chronic pain - except when she is in a murderous rage, when her preternatural strength and dexterity is easily noticeable. --------------------
Kidnapping averted! Ghastenhall Strangler arrested!:
Early this morning, the City Watch bravely interrupted a kidnapping and murder, stopping one Ceres Sejna, AKA the Ghastenhall Strangler, from sending Father Alberici Karras to meet Mitra before his time. Ingedottir was seen entering the March Street Church in the early morning. The woman’s large size, accomplished via an occult incantation, tipped a witness off, and the quick response of the Ghastenhall Watch prevented another tragedy. Ingedottir confessed to planning to kidnap and to leave the Father bound and beaten three miles along the coast, with exposure intended to finish her violent work. Ingedottir was one of the flock at March Street’s church just four months prior; it is not known at this time what pushed her into her path of darkness. Ghastenhall’s first spree killer since the Wrightsbridge Rampager of ‘42, Ingedottir had previously murdered five, including two laypriests of Mitra one month previous. The Strangler’s first three victims were local toughs, killed in an alleyway off Ash Street. They have no known connection to the church. Ingedottir’s husband, Petr, was found dead at the couple’s home. The couple have one daughter who will be sent to an orphanage, and Mitra willing, become a fine young woman untainted by the evil deeds of her mother. Excerpts from the diary of Ceres Sejna:
It is almost too much to believe a man like K. could be interested in me. Respected, kind, learned. So different from Petr. Yet, the spark is there, like sheet lightning that jumps between us, and his long gazes and coy smiles tell me he can feel it too. We must find a way to be alone. --- I’ll seek an annulment through the church. K. will support me, I know it. Of course, he’ll have to leave his family as well, and our reputations will take a hit within the flock... but we will recover, with our love to see us through, and Mitra’s grace, of course. Oh, to be the wife of a priest, and not that of a drunken day laborer! --- He won’t leave his family. I asked him, what exactly this was between us. Father of our flock, my arse. A wolf in sheep’s clothing more like. He threatened me, if I tell of our affair. I am afraid - there is a darkness in a man that fears losing all. --- I’ll not speak in detail of last night, other than to talk of the new life I have been given. After the violence was done, the hoods left me, bound and gagged, for the winter night to finish what they had started. I lay there, tossed between two large rocks, the rope that bound me burning my throat with every labored breath. I prayed to Mitra. The night passed without his intervention. The morning came, and fishermen with it. They stood on the rocks nearby, talking and laughing. I could make little more than a raspy, wordless whine. The rocks obscured my broken body from their view, the waves covered my plaintive whimpers. The sun fell below the horizon, the fishermen left, the temperature dropped. My fingers turned black and red. I prayed again to Mitra, and then to all the good gods that I could envision, those less welcome in Talingarde. Desna, Erastil, Cayden, Sarenrae. The morning came; I was still alive, still dying, still without hope. The fishers came, they left. I prayed to any god I could think of, including the blasphemous. A giant crab crawled from the surf and watched me, shifting sideways and back on its spindly legs, and I laughed, a small, phlegm-filled, mirthless bleat. The night passed and above the waves I heard the crab skittering across the rock, keeping me company amid my misery. The sun rose, the crab stood still, watching me. It was Mitra’s day of rest - no fishermen would come today. I cursed the gods, all of them, by name, for none saw fit to grant my mercy. And then I prayed again, to the darkest things I could think of; blood, secrets, vengeance, murder. The crab stirred, and others - hundreds - swarmed from the ocean and joined it. They blanketed the rocks, seemingly one wriggling mass, and then they crawled over me, their touch light, like a summer breeze, and then they cut me from my bindings, before receding back into the surf. The first crab stayed and watched me, as if curious. Slowly, I gained my feet, and scooping the crab up and placing it upon my shoulder, I made my way towards town. The first to die would be my abductors. They were careless with their words, so sure that I would not survive that first night. I knew their names, their local haunts. I knew that Father Alberici had paid them to make his problem go away. Alberici and his flock would be next. Then, all the chosen of Mitra; his priests, his flock, even his churches would join them in ruin. This was the price of my new life.
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