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TheBobJones here.

This is my straight Wizard to Signifer build.

Crunch:

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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Fluff:
The sun rose over the white-capped peaks of the Menador Mountains casting an orange-ish hue over the many open tomes scattered on the highly polished cherry wood table. Running a toe up and down the devil carved legs, Gerontius pushed his hand through his damp auburn locks. Still slightly winded from his morning routine of physical perfection, he nibbled absently on expensive cheese smuggled out of Galt. The cost of the cheese more than a regular family's yearly wages, boasted about by cheese mongers throughout the Inner Sea, Gerontius's mind didn't even register a taste. Mechanically, he knew his body needed nourishment, protein, and this is what was available to him.

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.


"You have no oversight over us. We are not beholden to listen to you. Something is wrong here, and you would do well to aid us, Watch rather than inhibit us. Choose wisely." comes the deliberate threat to the Watch.


One of the armored Hellknights strides over. Face obscured by her grotesque metal helmet, she addresses the City Watch. "I am Signifer Jheraal. We are Hellkingts of the Order of the Nail, here by mandate of Lord-Mayor Haldmeer Grobaras. Here is my writ." she extends a gauntleted fist with a rolled up parchment.


The trio of Hellknight leaders calls and searches frantically for the unseen citizen.

"This is your last chance. Surrender peacefully for search or face our wrath." comes the command from Signifer Jheraal.

"Hellknights, spread out. Search out with your weapons. Use force if necessary." comes another command from a Hellknight. WIth that their weapons are exposed and they begin to poke out with their various weapons. An observant observer can see that they are using the blunt of their blades in a lethal way.

GM Rolls, look if you want:

Hellknight Ia: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Hellknight Ib: 2d20 + 2 ⇒ (1, 2) + 2 = 5
Hellknight II: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Hellknight III: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

The crowd scrambles for the perceived safety, unsure what the Hellknights are doing. Cries can be heard for the City Watch.


As Arimar, Malgrim, and Gwen push back against the leaderless Hellknights, though their faces are obscured by their severe metal visages, the Companions can sense a bit of trepidation in their mannerisms. A few turn to look for their leaders, only to see that they are currently occupied looking for some unseen assailant.

"Know this, the Hellknights are not to be trifled with. We need no mandate in Magniar, and you would be well served to obey our commands. Those that resist must be guilty. I shall report you to our order. Be prepared for more searches, for the truth will eventually win out." comes the rebuttal of the braver knight.

With that, they trio turn to head back to their leader cadre.


Arimar calls upon the power of the Dawnflower, amazed at the difference he feels. The Hellknight nearest to him does not detect evil as while the Paladin concentrates on him. just a$!#$*+

Seeing the naked blade before him, the Hellknight turns his helmeted head to his commander that has left him to chase an invisible foe. Seeing he is on his own with his two companions, he moves his glaive to a ready position.

He turns back to the Paladin, "Lower your weapon. If you have nothing to hide, then you should follow our orders." He remains close to the Paladin, but does not advance.


"Halt!" comes the tinny voice of a small group of Hellknights.

Almost to the Frumpy Duchess, Arimar, Gwen, and Malgrim are stopped by a group of six Hellknights.

The crowd scatters on the busy street as the Hellknights spread out. One heads towards Arimar, Gwen, and Malgrim each.

"Elf, come closer! Let me have a look at you."

"Woman, don’t go anywhere. Let me see your pack!"

While the other three converge on the spot they think Benaiah is at.

"Over there, that shadow! Look for someone invisible!"

”I can't see anyone, you see anyone?"

"I'm looking, Maralictor said over here."

"Invisible creature. Stay where you are. I am Signifer Jheraal Surrender. Become visible before we need to arrest you."

Hellknight Ranks:
Signifer: A Hellknight spellcaster.


Hellknight Ranks:

The Hellknight orders possess a complex rank structure; the most pertinent ranks—from highest in authority to lowest—are the following.
Lictor: The general of a Hellknight order.
Vicarius: A spell-casting leader of a Hellknight order (rarely used).
Master/Mistress of Blades: A colonel of a Hellknight order, equal in rank to a paravicar.
Paravicar: A leader of a Hellknight order’s signifers, equal in rank to a master of blades.
Paralictor: A high-ranking Hellknight officer, similar in rank to a major.
Maralictor: A mid-level Hellknight officer, similar in rank to a lieutenant. Maralictors with titular concerns or duties—such as arms-maralictor, field-maralictor, or gate-maralictor—are of lesser rank.
Signifer: A Hellknight spellcaster.
Hellknight: A rank-and-file soldier in a Hellknight order.
Armiger: A Hellknight in training or a Hellknight squire.

As the Companions continue to speak with the Hellknights, on the other side of the alley they see a small group of ladies round the corner appearing to be returning from the market. The womens' expressions quickly darken as one of the Hellknights in the rear turns and begins to address them. Currently the companions are too far away to eavesdrop on the conversation but they can see the women nod between furtive glances at each other, fear creeping onto their faces. The women thrust out their bags and satchels as the Hellknight begins to rummage through them.

"Your ilk lacks severity." comes a deep voice directed at the Companions from the assembled Hellknights again.

Then the Hellknight in the lead once again addresses the Companions. "Know we will confirm your alibi. Before you depart, we need to inspect your bags. You claim to have had drinks with the Paralictor. Be wary that you do not perjury yourself with us. He is not know as a man to imbibe spirits."

The four Hellknights and Paralictor move forward to inspect your bags.


"Vagrants, Maralictor." comes the reverberated voice from inside one of the helmets.

"And insolent." booms another Hellknight.

The Hellknigh in front address the Companions once again, "I suspected as much from their appearance. A drain on the public welfare, subtracting rather than adding to the majesty of Magnimar. Do not presume that you have the authority to question me.

"Answer me this, where were you the night of 22 Rova 4716?" Night of the party at Versade Villa