
_Hellknight_ |

TheBobJones here.
This is my straight Wizard to Signifer build.
Plan is to take a level of fighter at 6, then Signifer for 7 & 8
Gerontius
Male human transmuter 5
LE Medium humanoid (human)
Init +4; Senses Perception +4
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Defense
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AC 15, touch 12, flat-footed 13 (+2 armor, +2 Dex, +1 shield)
hp 37 (5d6+15)
Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +4
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee mithral dagger +8 (1d4+5/19-20)
Ranged mwk heavy crossbow +5 (1d10/19-20)
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 5th; concentration +5)
. . 3/day—mage hand
Arcane School Spell-Like Abilities (CL 5th; concentration +8)
. . 6/day—telekinetic fist (1d4+2 bludgeoning)
Transmuter Spells Prepared (CL 5th; concentration +8)
. . 3rd—beast shape I, fly, heroism
. . 2nd—alter self, create pit[APG] (DC 15), toppling magic missile, mirror image
. . 1st—long arm[ACG], mage armor, magic missile, shield, shocking grasp
. . 0 (at will)—detect magic, light, prestidigitation
. . Opposition Schools Divination, Necromancy
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Statistics
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Str 20, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 16, Wis 8, Cha 10
Base Atk +2; CMB +7; CMD 19
Feats Combat Casting, Point-Blank Shot, Scribe Scroll, Spell Focus (transmutation), Toppling Spell[UM], Varisian Tattoo[ISWG]
Traits reactionary, transmuter of korada
Skills Diplomacy +5, Fly +10, Intimidate +5, Knowledge (nobility) +11, Knowledge (planes) +11, Linguistics +8, Perception +4, Profession (torturer) +5, Spellcraft +11
Languages Abyssal, Common, Elven, Halfling, Infernal, Thassilonian
SQ arcane bond (+1 amulet of mighty fists), physical enhancement (+2)
Other Gear +1 silken ceremonial armor[UC], mithral buckler, blunted bolts (10), crossbow bolts (20), mithral dagger, mwk heavy crossbow, +1 amulet of mighty fists, cloak of resistance +1, wizard starting spellbook, 392 gp
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Special Abilities
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Arcane Bond (+1 amulet of mighty fists) (1/day) (Sp) Use object to cast any spell in your spellbook. Without it, Concentration required to cast spells (DC20 + spell level).
Combat Casting +4 to Concentration checks to cast while on the defensive.
Divination You must spend 2 slots to cast spells from the Divination school.
Necromancy You must spend 2 slots to cast spells from the Necromancy school.
Physical Enhancement +2 (Strength) (Su) When preparing spells, chosen physical attribute gains enhancement bonus.
Point-Blank Shot +1 to attack and damage rolls with ranged weapons at up to 30 feet.
Spell Focus (Transmutation) Spells from one school of magic have +1 to their save DC.
Telekinetic Fist (1d4+2 bludgeoning, 6/day) (Sp) As a standard action, ranged touch deals bludgeon dam vs. foe in 30 ft.
Toppling Spell Spell with the force descriptor knocks targets prone.
Transmutation Transmuters use magic to change the world around them.
Varisian Tattoo (Transmutation) Spells from chosen school gain +1 caster level.
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Hearing footfalls on the uncarpeted sections of flagstone of his parent's mountain villa, Gerontius slid his hand under one of the larger tomes, gripping the familiar haft of a dagger.
A beautiful woman, a bit aged around the eyes, gracefully slid across the room. Her perfume wafted around, cloying to the senses, and made coherent thoughts skitter like a new born deer on an icy pond. Behind her rumbled a massive humanoid form. Creaking, banging, grinding, the humanoid was clad from sabatons to armet in dark metal. Its cuirass etched in diabolic images; its rondel the Infernal eye staring from a portal that all knew signified the resplendent Order of the Gate. That armored visage was more than enough to empty bowel and bladder of any and all, but Gerontius merely relaxed his hand, kept it in place, and turned to the duo.
"Mother." he nodded slightly in deference, "Virdon." the youth acknowledged the armored Hellnight. "That you heeded my summons means that I have piqued your interest or your slave shipment is late from Egorian. " ignoring the tsk from his mother and low growl from Virdon, Gerontius continued conversationally. "Though your late parents stored treasures for you here, unbeknownst to you, your dear husband has squandered all of it. Let me say that again. All of it. Ledger after ledger I have poured through has indicated his financial stupidity. Look here, an invoice for an shipment to Realm of the Mammoth Lords. Yet when I crosschecked in Pezzack he sent ice. Yes, ice to the Realm of the Mammoth Lords. And that is not the most grievous instance of his incompetence.
"He is not the first nor the last to be befuddled by the economics of wealth, and for this I would spare his life, except I have recently heard some disquieting rumors. Once you separate the screams of pain and petitions to extending a putrid life for a minute or two, it is amazing what one can actually learn. It seems that father, whether he is blackmailed or just that desperate, has allied himself with a group to try overthrow the diabolic Thrice-Damned House of Thrune in Pezzack once again. I will be dammed if the Third Ashes will ever come and hell help us if our name is attached to such a stain. Sedition he has chosen.
"You have obviously forgiven him in your ignorance, or you are complicit in his treason. Regardless, I caution you to step carefully, for I aspire to join the ranks of the Hellknights. My course is clear, my conscious is firm, and my arm strong. Father shall die tonight, and if you are guilty, so shall you. Get in my way Virdon, and I will string you up alive in your armor, strip all insignia that represents the most holy Order of the Gate and let the carrion feast on your flesh.
"Judgment in the face of depravity." You have been warned."
The next morning
Rope creaking in the wind, the armored knight swung lazily in the breeze like a pendulum. Slowly a crow circling overhead descended to the steel grey pauldron. Its beak flashing out, it plucked the half-orc's eye before it swallowed it whole. Blood dripped in rivulets onto the corpses of a man and woman intertwined below.
Turning from the scene hand walking away, Gerontius pulled himself up on his mare and kicked for home.