Locke Jaques V'rel's page

Change Shape (Su) A kitsune can assume the appearance of different humanoid forms (see Realistic Likeness). A kitsune in this form cannot use her bite attack. This ability otherwise functions as alter self, except that the kitsune does not adjust her ability scores.

Realistic Likeness (Feat) You can precisely mimic the physical features of any individual you have encountered. When you use your racial change shape ability, you can attempt to take the form of an individual, granting you a +10 circumstance bonus on Disguise checks made to fool others with your impersonation.

Fast Shifter (Su) You were born with an innate talent for switching between your natural forms. Using your racial change shape ability is a move action instead of a standard action.

Natural Weapons (Ex)In her natural form, a kitsune has a bite attack that deals 1d4 points of damage.

Low-Light Vision Kitsune can see twice as far as humans in conditions of dim light.

Gregarious (Ex) Even among your own kind, your gift for making friends stands out. Whenever you successfully use Diplomacy to win over an individual, that creature takes a –2 penalty to resist any of your Charisma-based skill checks for the next 24 hours.

At 1st level, each day when the infiltrator prepares spells, she may choose an alignment. She detects as that alignment as if she had used misdirection on a creature with that alignment (this does not change any divination results about her other than her alignment).

At 1st level, the infiltrator’s will is bent toward subterfuge and deception. She adds her Wisdom modifier on Bluff and Diplomacy skill checks in addition to the normal ability score modifiers.

You can study an opponent you can see as a move action. Then gain a +1 bonus on Bluff, Knowledge, Perception, Sense Motive, and Survival checks attempted against that opponent, and a +1 bonus on weapon attack and damage rolls against it. The DCs of inquisitor class abilities against that opponent increase by 1. You can only maintain these bonuses against one opponent at a time; these bonuses remain in effect until either the opponent is dead or the inquisitor studies a new target.

If you deal sneak attack damage to a target, you can study that target as an immediate action, allowing you to apply his studied target bonuses against that target (including to the normal weapon damage roll).

Bit of Luck (Sp): You can touch a willing creature as a standard action, giving it a bit of luck. For the next round, any time the target rolls a d20, he may roll twice and take the more favorable result. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier

Spell description

Strength of the Sun: During the day, you gain a +1 trait bonus on all Charisma-based checks.

Armor Expert: When you wear armor of any sort, reduce that suit's armor check penalty by 1, to a minimum check penalty of 0.

Foul Brand You have the symbol of an evil deity burned into the flesh of your hand, you take a –1 penalty on Disable Device, Disguise, and Sleight of Hand checks.

Bluff +11
Diplomacy +11
Disguise +18
Intimidate +7
Knowledge (arcana) +7
Perception +7
Sense Motive +7
Stealth +9
Survival +7

A Day In the Life of Locke Jaques V'rell

Lies, All of It, Lies she screamed, her voice piercing like fine, tin shrapnel.

She has no idea just how right she is. Of course, it presents a unique and above average challenge to speak truth when you haven't the foggiest what the truth is. Not that I'd be likely bother myself with it, if I did know

Locke had washed ashore 6 months back with no knowledge of how he had gotten there or even who he was. He seemed to recall the skills acquired throughout his lifetime, or most of them at least, but none of the activities that had brought him to his current place and time. Hell, even his name he had selected from a book. The Courageous Pirate Locke Jaques V'rell. There have been several occasions of mockery in the past few months when he had opportunity and time to regret the selection of that name, yet for some reason he had not bothered to affect a changing of it. Stranger still was that Locke was exceptionally good at change. You might say, he had an innate talent for it. Well beyond that of a normal creature's capacity for adaptation or acceptance of circumstance. Locke could swiftly alter his mind, his method, his mood, and most curious of all, his very form. A most unsettling thing when first he experienced it. If you believe nothing else from Locke - and you shouldn't - you can trust in that.

Just you wait until my husband Ragnald gets home and hears of it. He's not good for much but he knows how t'swing that bastard sword of his. To think, tievin' from the very folk, what took ya into their home.

You took me into more than your home my Dear Lady and I didn't even need to use my best face. Ah well, at least I managed to stumble onto a new venture last night and there'd be little joy in taking the chance in the first place if the dice always rolled in your favor

Although for Locke, more often than not, he found that they did. And he would need all the luck he could muster, if he was to pull off today's caper. Expertly, he dodges a thrown vase and begins making his way down the street to an appointment he had no intention of missing. In fact he needed to be early, because it wasn't - strictly speaking - HIS appointment to attend.

Walking down the street he began to absent mindedly scratch the back of his left hand. The glove he always wore there, began sliding off ever so slightly and exposing a piece of an image burned into his flesh. He caught sight of it and immediately covered it back up while cursing aloud. If it weren't for that mark and it's annoying tendency to bare itself, he wouldn't need to leave at all. He'd had it looked into. The sigil the evil god Andirifhkhu, it was, and the only thing that exposed him as false during his shape changes. Because the mark refused to change with him. More than once now, bad men had come looking for him because of a slip of that mark and they would come again soon now. It was time to leave.

Last night, Alladron had been overly celebratory and overly boisterous over his fortuitousness. Two things Locke adored in a Mark. All it took was a kind word and the offer of a refill to gain a seat and hear the tale of the man's good fortune. Alladron had been recquisitioned to be a member of team needed for a perilous task. Although he did not know the details, the members who survived were assured both wealth and fame. Locke could do without the fame - though he found himself enjoying the idea of bringing credit to his chosen name - but money had been in short supply of late. Hence the "tievin'" he'd performed earlier. He garnered as much detail as his new found friend could offer then slipped him a nightcap. The nightcap was a gentle poison that, when consumed with even a modicum of alcohol, ensured a sweet and blissful twelve hours of sleep. Plenty of time to replace Alladron at his meeting and pursue the afforementioned wealth and fame.

Upon arriving at the lord's offices He found himself thankful of the extra reconnaisance and information gathering actvities of the previous night. True to form, the swordlord left his offices promptly at noon for lunch. This gave Locke less than an hour to prepare for his return. He watched as the swordlord made his way down the street and only after he had rounded the corner, did Locke assume the swordlord's face. But a face change alone will only get you so far. Practice had made Locke exceptionally good at mimicking the movements of others. How to carry one's self depending on status and sense of self worth were nearly as key as the shape change. And so he easily assumed a lord's grace. To further assist his new guise, he whispered a minor spell he knew. It altered his voice ever so much in the right direction. Through these three skills he figured himself to be quite the convincing doppleganger and so, made his way inside. Having previously spoken to a local clerk, he knew his way through the building and made for the lord's, or rather - in his current thinking - his own office.

Back a bit early aren't we your Lordship, forgot something, eh?

A small nod to the strangely familiar guard at the door and he was inside and safely closing the door. He began to expertly search the room, looking for a way to prove the quality of his character. He moved aside a painting and set to work while stifling a small giggle.

A lock box behind a portrait, how adorably provincial

...A little while later...

The commotion at the door prepared him for the moment of truth. He sat now at the Lord's desk with his feet up, wearing one of the faces he commonly thought of as his own.

How did ye get outside yer Lordship? I watched you go in, not but thirty minutes ago, saying you'd forgot something and you've not come back out yet.

I assure I have not been back in since I left on my lunch. Have you gone daft man?

Well someone went in Sir.

And with that the door was thrown open and an extremely confused guard and a rather irritable Lord stepped inside with weapons drawn only to see an unremarkable looking man in a casual repose seated at the lord's desk.

Greetings and salutations great Swordlord. I know you were expecting to be meeting shortly with Alladron, the master thief, but I am afraid he will be unable to attend. I have sent myself in his stead, to offer you services of a higher caliber from a more sober mind.

The Swordlord glanced quickly towards the open lockbox on the desk with his valuables contained within, then at the painting behind his desk, then at the man seated before him.

I assure you great Lord, everything is present and accounted for. I only wished to prove my worth, no to rob you of yours. May we speak or I shall I make my way to the dungeons post haste?

The guard stepped forward raising his bastard sword as he came only to fall flat on his face. One foot suspended slightly in the air from a trip wire.

Ha! barked the Swordlord far too enthusiastically. Ragnald you may step outside. I believe I have a meeting to attend to.

But Sire, he...he...

Now Ragnald. Out! We shall discuss your failures to guard a single door later

Ragnald? Now why was that name so familiar? Locke pondered as the man made his way ashamedly to the door and closed it behind himself.