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Isadriewen Fage Llewellenar


Half Elf


Sorcerer 1 (Arcane Bloodline), Perception+7; Init+8; AC 12; HP 8/8; Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +2; Crossbow +2 (1d8/x2);

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Strength 10
Dexterity 12
Constitution 11
Intelligence 12
Wisdom 10
Charisma 18

About Isadriewen Fage Llewellenar

"My dreams are my inspiration", whispered Isadriewen. The buyer looked on in wonder as the half-elf quickly layered vivid colors onto the canvas in broad strokes. An ornate stairway with a bejeweled rail descending from a palace of bronze began taking shape.

The man marveled at the flaming sea in the background. "This is no earthly scene. How can you know such a place?"

Isadriewen brushed on blue and green paints that began transforming into a draconic lizard, lazily wrapped around the bronze banister. A dash of fiery red gave the lizard diabolical eyes with the glint of intelligence. Eyes that regarded the viewer with an erie familiarity. "I've been haunted by these visions my whole life. I've never been there, yet I know it as well as my own land. I've made it my life's work to study this place."

Isadriewen turned and pointed at a recently finished painting hanging from the wall of her studio. A red skinned giant with fiery eyes held a scantily clad woman in one hand and a titantic scimitar in the other. A blue robed human mage bargained with the efreeti noble for the woman's life. "I believe the land is the elemental plane of fire. A land of death for the uninitiated, but for the prepared traveler, a land of undiscovered wealth and power."

Isadriewen, returning to the glistening canvas in front of her, brushed on tones of blue and ochre to add a galleon approaching the city of bronze from the smoking sea of fire. "The fabled City of Brass. It is burned into my dreams. I believe that I am destined to travel there to find my fate. May Shelwyn save my soul ... "


Isadriewen Fage Llewellenar
Half-elf sorcerer 1
CG Medium humanoid (elf, human)
Init +8; Senses low-light vision; Perception +7
AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (+2 Dex)
hp 9 (1d6+3)
Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +2; +2 vs. enchantments
Immune sleep
Speed 30 ft.
Melee cold iron dagger +0 (1d4/19-20) or
. . dagger +0 (1d4/19-20) or
. . silver dagger +0 (1d4-1/19-20)
Ranged light crossbow +2 (1d8/19-20)
Sorcerer Spells Known (CL 1st; concentration +5)
. . 1st (4/day)—color spray (DC 15), sleep (DC 16)
. . 0 (at will)—detect magic, disrupt undead, light, ray of frost
. . Bloodline Arcane
Str 10, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 14, Wis 10, Cha 18
Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 12
Feats Alertness, Eschew Materials, Skill Focus (Perception), Spell Focus (enchantment)
Traits gnoll killer, magical lineage, reactionary
Skills Craft (painting) +4, Knowledge (arcana) +6, Knowledge (local) +7 (trait bonus), Knowledge (planes) +6, Perception +7, Sense Motive +2; Racial Modifiers +2 Perception
Languages Abyssal, Common, Elven, Kelish
SQ arcane bond (seker, scorpion, greensting), bloodline arcana (+1 DC for metamagic spells that increase spell level), elf blood
Combat Gear alchemist's fire; Other Gear cold iron dagger, crossbow bolts (50), dagger, light crossbow, silver dagger, backpack, candle (5), canvas (sq. yd.), flint and steel, trail rations (5), waterskin, 4 gp, 3 sp, 5 cp
Special Abilities
Bloodline Arcana: Arcane (Ex) When a spell level is increased by a metamagic feat, it gains +1 DC.
Elf Blood Half-elves count as both elves and humans for any effect related to race.
Elven Immunities - Sleep You are immune to magic sleep effects.
Empathic Link with Familiar (Su) You have an empathic link with your Arcane Familiar.
Eschew Materials Cast spells without materials, if component cost is 1 gp or less.
Familiar Bonus: +4 bonus on initiative checks You gain the Alertness feat while your familiar is within arm's reach.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in dim light, distinguishing color and detail.
Share Spells with Familiar Can cast spells with a target of "You" on the familiar with a range of touch.
Spell Focus (Enchantment) Spells from one school of magic have +1 to their save DC.

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Greensting scorpion (Pathfinder RPG Ultimate Magic 232)
N Tiny magical beast (vermin)
Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +8
AC 20, touch 16, flat-footed 16 (+3 Dex, +1 dodge, +4 natural, +2 size)
hp 4 (1d8)
Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +2
Immune mind-affecting effects
Speed 30 ft.
Melee sting +5 (1d2-4 plus poison)
Space 2½ ft.; Reach 0 ft.
Special Attacks poison
Str 3, Dex 16, Con 10, Int 6, Wis 10, Cha 2
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 8 (20 vs. trip)
Feats Dodge, Weapon Finesse
Climb +7, Diplomacy -3, Perception +8, Stealth +15; Racial Modifiers +4 Climb, +4 Perception, +4 Stealth
SQ improved evasion
Special Abilities
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only).
Immunity to Mind-Affecting effects You are immune to Mind-Affecting effects.
Improved Evasion (Ex) No damage on successful reflex save; half on failed save.
Poison: Sting - Injury (DC 10) (Ex) Sting—Injury; save Fort DC 10; freq 1/rd for 6 rds; effect sicken for 1 rd; cure 1 save.

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Isadriewen is tall with a lithe frame. She has high cheek bones and penetrating green eyes. Lustrous silver hair flows over her large, heaving breasts. Extensive tattoos artistically cover her exposed skin and reveal verdant scenes of orchids interwoven with dancing flames. She radiates an aura of creative energy and audacious vitality.


Isadriewen is quick-witted, gregarious, thoughtful and studious. She is disciplined and driven to succeed. She is intellectually curious continuously seeking to expand her knowledge. Isadriwen is honest, caring, conscientious and loyal to her friends.

Life in Katapesh:

Isadriewen works in a small shop in the Nightstalls that inks tattoos and sells the paintings of local artists. Isadriewen uses the shop as both her studio and a front for selling her art. She spends the small hours each night painting at a table within the shop as her prospective buyers look on. For Isadriewn, life is art and art is her life.

Isadriewen specializes in painting the desert scapes of the central veldt. Her art often viscerally captures the brutal realities of life in Ketapesh - murderous rocs descending from the Brazen Peaks or blood stained gnolls marauding hapless slave trains. Often Isadriewen ventures into the desert seeking new inspiration for her work. She loves nothing more than depicting the ochre sands of her native land against the backdrop of Ketapesh's endless cerulean skies.

Isadriewen's art reflects her own experiences growing up in the desert as a child among fugitive slaves. Her mother was a concubine of one of Katapesh's notorious slave lords. Only in her later years would her mother discover her latent abilities as an oracle and would subsequently throw off the bonds of servitude. While living as a fugitive in the desert, her mother would meet her elven father - a traveling scholar, and prominent member of the Ekujae tribe, studying the Ketapesh's propensity for planar rifts. The family would spend Isadriewen's formative years living a semi-nomdic life on the burning wastes. Her parents would impress upon the young artist the simple beauties of the desert.

In her early teen years, Isadriewen's mother would mysteriously disappear without a trace. After months of futile search, Isadriewen's father would move his daughter to his home in Absalom. In Absalom, Isadriewn would begin to harness her inherit magical talents. She studied at local universities and specialized in merging sorcery with art. She would bring these talents with her when she returned to her homeland in her mid twenties.

Isadriwen now focuses solely on her art. She still travels to Katapesh's hinterlands to commune with the desert and to revisit the places of her youth, but most hours Isadriewen can be found in her studio among her fellow artists. There she paints and dreams. Often her paintings and dreams merge into one. Sometimes her paintings are of the burning city on the sea of flame. She often marvels at these persistent unearthly visions that come to her nightly. Can such a city of bronze truly exist? Who are the fiery entities that urgently whisper to her in alien tongues? What does it all portend? She knows that she must keep painting to decipher the meaning of her dreams. There on the canvas, the truth will be found in layers of ochre and cerulean...

Gnoll Killer:

While growing up in rural Katapesh with her fugutive mother and elven father, Isadriwen would often have to join her parents in fighting off the ever present gnoll maruaders. Isadriewen killed her first gnoll at a young age when a group of gnoll slavers attacked her desert home, and her hatred of gnolls has only grown since then. Though she lacks proof, Isadriewen passionately believes that the gnolls are responsible for her mother's disappearance. Isadriewen believes that somewhere, among the disparate gnoll tribes, her mother may still live.


Isadriewen is the daughter of a human oracle mother and elvish mage father. She was born and raised in Ketapesh until the mysterious disappearance of her mother. Isadriewen keeps a bronze locket with her mothers picture, of which she guards as the last remnant of her child hood.

After living in the deserts of the central veldt for years, Isadriewen would go on to live with her father at his summer home at Absalom, where she for the first time was introduced to books, music and the beauty of art. At this point she began manifesting arcane powers - earlier than anyone thought possible. Simultaneously she began experiencing visions of fiery city on an ocean of fire. Isadriewen's visions would lead Isadriewen to study the outer planes at Absalom University.

Isadriewen used her artistic skills primarily for self expression, but also to fund her studies. She would eventually go on to receive a doctorate and teach classes on the merging of art with the arcane. Though she spent many years in academia, she still considers herself an artist at heart.

Today, Isadriewen mostly focuses on her paintings and the latent meaning that lies within her art. Seeking answers to her dreams, Isadriewen often corresponds with artists and scholars whom share her interest in exploring the boundaries between dreams, the desert and the inner planes. She has many friends among prominent adventuring houses whom explore the desert - including the Pathfinder Society. Isadriewen respects the Pathfinder Society for their passion for knowledge and often contemplates if they can help her discover the meaning of her dreams.

Background Generator:

Homeland: 1d100 ⇒ 59; Raised in Ketapesh
Parents: 1d100 ⇒ 11; Both parents are alive (though her mother is missing)
Siblings: 1d100 ⇒ 80; No siblings
Circumstances of Birth: 1d100 ⇒ 62; Middle class birth
Parents profession: 1d100 ⇒ 49; Yeomen - parents were semi-nomadic freeholders while living in Ketapesh's savanna hinterlands.
Major Childhood event: 1d100 ⇒ 79; Mentorship - patronage; while living in the desert, Isadreiwen made friends with an andro-sphinx name Hermeesa whom helped her develop her latent arcane talents.
Sorcerer background: 1d100 ⇒ 52; Proud heritage; Isadriewen's father was a prominent sorcerer or the arcane bloodline
Influential associates: 1d100 ⇒ 84; The champion; while at university in Absalom, Isadriewenn had many competitive friends. Once such, Cellawyn Cayentelva, whom would eventually become a magus, would push Isadriewen hard in her studies. Isadriwen has been highly competitive and ambitious ever since - excelling to be the best at her craft.
Conflict: 1d20 ⇒ 18; Violent crime; Isadriewen's family was forced to fend off gnolls more than once when they lived in the desert. During once such encounter, she was forced to brutally kill a gnoll. When her life or the life of a friend or love one is threatened, she takes on a violent, feral nature.
Conflict subject: 1d20 ⇒ 8; Clergy; the gnoll that Isadriewen slew was a cleric of Lamashtu; she has no guilt over slaying the vile beast
Conflict motivation: 1d10 ⇒ 8; Hatred/malice; Isadriewen harbors an intense hatred of gnolls.
Romantic relationship: 1d20 ⇒ 20; No romantic connection - ever. Isadriewen is too afraid of being hurt to enter into a relationship.

Loyalty Items:

1. Bronze locket containing her mother's picture.
2. A set of mahogany paint brushes given to her by her father as a gift for her 18th birthday.
3. Her dream journal where she records her nightly visions.


Combat: Reactionary
Magic: Magical Lineage (Charm Person)
Social: Friend in Every Town (Class skill: Knowledge, Local)
Campaign: Gnoll Killer

Level Progression:

Feat/Spell Progression:
1. Skill Focus (Perception)
1. Spell Focus (Enchantment)
3. Greater Spell Focus (Enchantment)
5. Persistent Spell
7. Spell Focus (Evocation) [bloodline feat], Heighten Spell
9. Spell Penetration
11. Maximize Spell
13. Greater Spell Focus (Evocation), Iron Will (bloodline feat)
15. Greater Spell Penetration
17. Quicken Spell
19. Still Spell (bloodline feat), Spell Perfection

Spell Progression:

1. Mage Armor, Color Spray
3. Grease, Identify (bloodline spell)
4. Summon Monster II
5. Web, Invisibility (bloodline spell)
6. Summon Monster III
7. Haste, Dispel Magic (bloodline spell)
8. Summon Monster IV
9. Wall of Ice, Dimension Door (bloodline spell)
10. Summon Monster V
11. Wall of Force, Overland Flight (bloodline spell)
12. Summon Monster VI
13. True Seeing (bloodline spell)
14. Summon Monster VII
15. Greater Teleport (bloodline spell)
16. Summon Monster VIII
17. Power Word Stun (bloodline spell)
18. Summon Monster IX
19. Wish (bloodline spell)

Campaign Intro:

Isadriewen places a hand over her eyes to block the searing light of the mid day sun. The day is no time to travel in the desert. The ibex forages at night. The desert wren hunts only under the moon. And yet our guide leads us into the wastelands while the sun is still at its zenith. The price for such mistakes in the desert can be death. What do I know of Garavel? Can he be trusted?

Isadriewen scans the desert scape in front of her. The symmetry of the dunes is beautiful. No where in Golarion can dunes like this be found. If only I had my easel ... "

The half elf thinks back to the beginning of the journey. She had been looking for a guide to take her into the the wastes. Isadriewen was an artist and her muse was the desert. Her livelihood depended on finding new scenes to paint.

It was coincidental then that Garavel had stepped into her studio. He had feigned interest in her paintings before letting it be known his knowledge of the surrounding lands and his expertise as a guide. Perhaps her friends had shared her plans with him. Or perhaps the man had deeper designs for her. A man with an agenda was nothing new for Isadriewen.

Isadriewen was tempted to follow her instinctive wariness of strangers until the man described the Sultan's claw. The image of the giant tree rising against the backdrop of the endless sand dunes intrigued her. Such unique scenes were the stuff of great art. Perhaps this would be her masterpiece.

Isadriewen wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and sparingly sipped from her diminishing water skin. She used the moment to evaluate her traveling companions with an artist's eye. An armored fighter, a half orc priest, and two secretive humans. What possibly could have brought them into the desert. Hopefully they have better motives than your fool muse! Isadriewen smiled and then continued her slow, plodding march through the dunes.

Ahead, a claw shaped tree became visible in the wavering desert air. A mirage? No, this must be the tree. As Isadriewen's eyes came into focus she now saw the wagons in the distance. Something is burning! Isadriewen broke into a sprint.

The wind that pushed against her felt like a blast furnace. Burning debris pelted her and her traveling companions. Suddenly a cartwheeling harrow card came flipping at her and lodged itself in her exposed, heaving cleavage. Isadriewen pulled the card out. "It is the cyclone. It portends war and destruction. This is a dire omen!"

Isadriwen looks at the burning wagon and does not hesitate. Fire, my old friend, I've come to visit you again. She then moves to grab a blanket to help put out the flames. She attempts to organize the onlookers around her to assist in the effort. "Smother the flames! Quickly, before they spread!"

12 facts:

1. Isadriewen's friends call her "Isa".
2. Isadriewen is a passionate artist whom specializes in painting desert scenes.
3. Isadriewen has a scorpion familiar named Seker
4. Isadriewen passionately hates gnolls.
5. Isadriewen was educated in Absalom.
6. Isadriewen is connoisseur of fine ales.
7. Isadriewen was born in Katapesh.
8. Isadriewen has recurring dreams about a city of bronze.
9. Isadriewen's elven father was from the Ekujae family in the Mwangi Expanse.
10. Isadriewen's studio is in the Katapesh night stalls.
11. Isadriewen's mother was a concubine slave.
12. Isadriewen believes her mother was abducted by gnolls.


"My dreams are my inspiration", whispered Isadriewen. The buyer looked on in wonder as the half-elf quickly layered vivid colors onto the canvas in broad strokes. An island beach with a monstrous dinosaur began taking shape. The tyrannosaurus rex chased several fleeing adventurers to the ocean edge.

The man marveled at the jungle covered mountain plateau in the background. "This is no land that I am familiar with. How do you know such a place?"

Isadriewen brushed on red, black and white paints that began transforming into a sea snake, lazily wrapped around a rock jutting from the sea. A dash of fiery red gave the snake demonic eyes with the glint of intelligence. Eyes that regarded the viewer with an eerie familiarity. "I've been haunted by these visions my whole life. I've never been there, yet I know it as well as my own land. I've made it my life's work to study this place and the abyssal plane that intersects with it across space and time."

Isadriewen turned and pointed at a recently finished painting hanging from the wall of her studio. A monstrous green skinned demon with two baboon heads and serpentine arms loomed epic over all manner of beasts rising from the ocean and descending from the sky. Both heads of the demon howled with unearthly fury. "The land is the 88th plane of the abyss. A land ruled by the legendary demon prince Demogorgon."

Isadriewen, returning to the glistening canvas in front of her, brushed on tones of brown and ochre to add a skiff approaching the beach with a sorceress casting a warding spell to stave off the dinosaur. "The fabled Isle of Dread. It is burned into my dreams. I believe that I am destined to travel there to find my fate. May Shelwyn save my soul ... "