Simple minded, swill sipping, undereducated, obfuscating Orc sons! The lot of them! One mistake with an unfortunate beggar, on his way to becoming something useful, even as a means of understanding, and they forget the years of thankless service. The minor aches and ills; the only comfort through the harsher maladies. My draughts and potions. My time and energy. My skills, my knowledge, my power!
These unappreciative, closed-minded sheep don’t have the will to expand their limits. They won’t ‘lower’ themselves to cause another suffering in the pursuit of improvement. But all the world is suffering, and it is the strict application of that suffering toward one’s betterment that is the sole good to come of it. And now their ignorant stagnation becomes my sorrow.
Bastards. I doubt the headsman even knows how to do a proper job of it.
Isabella Deschain
Female Human Expert (Physician) 2/Alchemist (Vivisectionist/Beastmorph) 1
LE Medium Humanoid (human)
Initiative: +4; Perception +7
Current Effects:
3 Con Damage
Crunch:
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Defense
-------------------- HP: 26 (3d8 +6)
AC 16; Touch 14; Flat-Footed 12; (+2 Armor, +4 Dex)
CMD 15
Fort +3, Ref +6, Will +4
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Statistics
-------------------- Str 10, Dex 18, Con 13, Int 16, Wis 12, Cha 10
Base Attack Bonus +1; CMB +1; CMD 15
Feats Weapon Finesse, Toughness, Brew Potion, Throw Anything, Piranha Strike
Traits Crime of the Forsaken: Murder, Pragmatic Activator
Skills(12+12+10) AC Penalty -1 Acrobatics(3) +6, Climb(1) +1, Craft (alchemy)(3) +10, Disable Device(3) +9, Handle Animal(2) +5, Heal(2) +6, Knowledge (arcana)(2) +8, Knowledge (nature)(3) +9, Perception(3) +7, Profession (physician)(2) +6, Sense Motive(1) +1, Sleight of Hand(2) +8, Stealth(3) +9, Swim(1) +0, Use Magic Device(3) +9
Languages Common, Draconic, Elven, Goblin
Expert Class Skills: Craft (alchemy); Disable Device; Handle Animal; Heal; Knowledge (arcana, nature); Perception; Profession (physician); Sleight of Hand; Stealth
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Special Abilities
-------------------- Crime of the Forsaken: Murder Murdered someone in a particularly awful manner; +1 damage when flanking
Pragmatic Activator: Int for UMD instead of Cha
Alchemy: Extracts, Mutagen, & crafting alchemical items with Craft (alchemy) skill
Poison Use: Never accidentally poison yourself
Sneak Attack: +1d6 damage/odd Alchemist & Rogue level when opponent flat-footed, denied dexterity, or flanked
Dex Mutagen: 10 minutes/Alchemist level; +4 Dexterity, +2 Nat AC, -2 Wis
Piranha Strike: -1 Attack, +2 Damage; additional -1/+2 at +4 BAB & for every 4 BAB thereafter
Few know the power to be harnessed from life itself as does Isabella Deschain. Which may be for the best, as fewer still have the discipline to apply such knowledge properly.
The daughter of a barber and a midwife, Isabella grew up moulding life; pulling out the bad, and helping to develop something new. Her father, Gabriel Deschain, had her leeching patients before she could see over the high table, and cutting off gangrenous toes before most boys had any inkling to hold a razor. She assisted her mother, Gloria, in more births before becoming a woman herself than her years spent in Talingarde.
Yet, Isabella’s unbounded thirst for knowledge pushed her beyond limits that her parents never even knew existed. She quickly found herself enraptured with the unexplored possibilities offered through the limitless variety of animal physiology. Where most children would bring strange pets home to their parents, Isabella brought home experiments. Her parents tried to discourage the girl’s pain-filled experiments, impressing on her the immorality of operating on living creatures as a means for study. They were fools, unable to understand the young surgeon’s groundbreaking discoveries. There is so much power to be gained from the study of the natural world, and none had ever (as far as Isabella knew) found such an extraordinary means of extracting that power.
Of course, as her knowledge grew, so too did Isabella’s thirst for more. Eventually she outgrew the stifling atmosphere of her parent’s home & the small town of her birth, and sought the freedom of the road. She purchased a donkey and a small tent, acquired her own trade tools, and set out on her own, ostensibly as a traveling barber surgeon. And, for a while, things were good. At least, she was able to make a living wage, and her studies went exceptionally well.
As always, Isabella’s experiments pushed her further and further beyond the limits of social acceptability. She had grown accustomed to keeping her research a secret, but to truly delve into the application of her studies, she needed a human subject. So she devised a plan, and captured a destitute beggar in one of the towns along her regularly traveled route. That too, was good; quite informative, actually, until the man escaped while Isabella was out gathering materials.
Apparently, the people of Talingarde prefer their beggars quiet and alive, as opposed to screaming, half-flayed and dieing in the street. Simpletons, all. They have no respect for the burdens necessary for growth, nor the strength of will or power of thought to produce such advancements. Fools. One day their eyes will be opened to the truth, and their blissfully ignorant stagnation shall be their downfall.
