| Race |
Female Tiefling Phantom Blade |
| Classes/Levels |
| HP: 11 | AC: 17, T: 13, FF: 14 | Fort: +4, Ref: +3, Will: +5 | BAB: +0, CMB: +1, CMD: 14 | Init: +3 | Perception: +6 | |
About Cythraul Dig
Cythraul Dig
Female asura-spawn tiefling spiritualist (phantom blade) 1 (Pathfinder Player Companion: Blood of Fiends 19, Pathfinder Player Companion: Psychic Anthology 4, Pathfinder RPG Bestiary 264, Pathfinder RPG Occult Adventures 72)
N Medium outsider (native)
Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +6
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Defense
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AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+4 armor, +3 Dex)
hp 11 (1d8+3)
Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +5
Resist cold 5, electricity 5, fire 5
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee bone dagger +3 (1d4-1/19-20) or
. . phantom blade +2 (1d6+1/18-20) or
. . 2 claws +3 (1d4+1)
Special Attacks spell combat
Spiritualist (Phantom Blade) Spells Known (CL 1st; concentration +4)
. . 1st (2/day)—chill touch (DC 14), cure light wounds
. . 0 (at will)—guidance, mending, stabilize, touch of fatigue (DC 13)
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Statistics
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Str 12, Dex 17, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 7
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 14
Feats Weapon Finesse
Traits two-world magic
Skills Acrobatics +3, Appraise +3, Craft (alchemy) +5, Perception +4, Sense Motive +7, Spellcraft +5, Survival +4; Racial Modifiers +2 Appraise
Languages Abyssal, Common, Orc
SQ phantom blade: alertness, phantom blade: phantom touch, phantom blade: telepathy, phantom blade: weapon of the mind, prehensile tail[ARG]
Other Gear hide armor, bone dagger, backpack, bedroll, sewing needle, thread (50 ft.), waterskin
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Special Abilities
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Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only).
Energy Resistance, Cold (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Cold attacks.
Energy Resistance, Electricity (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Electricity attacks.
Energy Resistance, Fire (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Fire attacks.
Phantom Blade: Alertness (Ex) Gain Alertness when wielding or harboring phantom weapon.
Phantom Blade: Phantom Touch (Ex) Constant ghost touch. Instead of breaking, weapon harbored in consciousness for 1 day.
Phantom Blade: Telepathy (Su) The spiritualist can telepathically communicate with his phantom blade if it is worn or held.
Phantom Blade: Weapon of the Mind (Ex) 1 min store weapon in mind and gain unarmed strike enhance, full-rd to re-manifest blade.
Prehensile Tail Your tail can retrieve small objects on your person as a swift action.
Spell Combat (Ex) Use a weapon with one hand at -2 and cast a spell with the other.
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Always an outcast, even amongst those in her own cave, Cythril had long pondered the outside. Pondered but failed to act, always unwilling to risk the life she had for the life she might have.
Being born cursed, there was little choice in the matter. But, it time, the true nature of her curse became apparent. She was cursed to live, even as her parents and siblings aged and died around her while only she lived. The same with her nieces and nephews, living their lives withing the cave they all called home as time passed slowly for her.
Then came the time of dying, the time of the sand-sickness, and all save a handful of her family died a horrid death, coughing blood and clawing at the weeping pustules that covers their bodies. And she watched as they died, throwing their bodies in the yard far below, the others too afraid to touch their bodies or performs the proper rituals.
In the end, the few survivors took the dying time as a sign from the gods. Gathering all that remained of the clan, they ventured forth, joined by the others. Those that lived in the other caves, spoken too only in passing by those how gathered food and water.
Time now passes even more slowly, as Cythraul sits alone, the last of her clan listening to the lonely wind tell its tail of far away places.
The traps provide less food with each passing moon now, and the oasis, the source of life slowly dies. The time for waiting and listening to the wind has passed and there is no more clan. Today the curse ends, and death is welcome. Or perhaps the wind is wrong and something else awaits beyond the yard...
