 About Murielle, Cursed SummonerMurielle, Cursed Summoner:
For as long as Murielle could remember, her mother had been a dreamer. Despite their slightly better than poverty level life, her mother wasn't satisfied and had always whispered to her of greater times to come. She told Murielle the man with whom her flighty mother would often spend hours with inside their two-room home while Murielle played outside was in fact her father, and soon he would take them away to a better place, a better life. Whenever he had visited, her mother smiled blissfully and cooed happy sighs and wistfully stared into some future fantasy where she was dressed in elegant dresses and wearing expensive jewelry while clutching the arm of her paramour.
It's possible Murielle's mother told the truth. The man always came dressed in very fine trousers, coats, and a rather well-polished sword scabbard adorned his hip. He had the same color of hair as Murielle and almost the same eyes. Almost because Murielle's eyes didn't contain the same annoyance whenever he looked at her, the contempt for the audacity Murielle had for even existing. He smiled at her from time to time, but the man rarely ever spoke to her. Only once did he address her and gave her a gift, a rather expensive-looking stuffed bear doll with two glass beads for eyes. When Murielle's hands accepted the bear, she knew it was important. Not to him but for her. The man rarely ever acknowledged her again despite the number of times he came to see Murielle's mother and her foolish doting smile. That first grasp of the bear was the first time Murielle saw the future. The vision was clear: her mother weeping in the yard behind their small house which burned brightly while the finely-dressed man watched sickly from his place next to a very cruel and stern man with gray hair and creases on his face. Murielle realized his eyes were also like her own. People in uniforms dragged her mother away and threw torches at their home to increase the blaze. Someone was holding her arm roughly. Murielle was older in her vision but still not old enough to be called a woman and try as she might, she couldn't escape their grasp. Then the older man barked an order and Murielle's mother screamed...and was suddenly silent. Every time the man came around, Murielle would see this vision in her mind, but yet...she could never find the words to tell her mother. Whenever she tried, or thought to try, seeing her mother's dopey happy face seemed to steal the words from her mouth. She couldn't get it out even when she woke up one morning to realize she was the same age as the future Murielle in her vision. When the people in uniform had suddenly burst into their home, Murielle wasn't surprised at all and simply watched them as they grabbed her shrieking mother and dragged both of them outside. They flung their torches quickly setting the little shack ablaze. As she'd seen many times, Murielle saw the old man watching the scene unfold dispassionately while the finely-dressed-man stood there in shame. Her mother cried out to the man imploring him to stop this, save her, spare their beloved daughter, but he wouldn't even meet her desperate eyes. He only looked back when her mother's scream was cut short just like Murielle's vision had shown. Something warm and wet landed on Murielle's face. Then as the older man gestured towards Murielle and made a quick slashing gesture with his hand, the man who might be her father met her eyes for the first time. He looked stricken, conflicted, and oh-so guilty even. Murielle stared back at him without emotion, the world feeling surreal to her. Was it just another vision like all the rest? How could any of this be happening exactly like she'd seen so many times before? In her hands as always she clutched her precious stuffed bear. One of his glass bead eyes had come off today, and her mother had promised to sew it back on. Now that would never happen. She held up the toy to the man for him to see. Words tumbled from her mouth with barely a shred of emotion, "Look, I still have him. His name is Bubbles." Murielle lowered her hands and shook her head. "And he's never liked you." Suddenly Bubbles was not in her hands anymore. The people in uniforms began to shout, and Murielle was shoved aside falling to the ground. She looked up, and Bubbles stood before her. Ten feet tall with razor metal claws bursting from the fabric nubs of his paws and lightning arced between them. His single glass eye, an enormous orb filled now with fire, was mirrored by a blaze visible deep inside Bubbles' mouth, the seam tearing open with a riiiiip!, and a terrifying roar erupted from between Bubbles' dagger-like teeth. The older man cried a curse while the finely-dressed man stared too stunned to move. Bubbles raised a large stuffed arm and brought it down in a powerful stroke, and then the screaming began in earnest. Murielle's memories of that night are distorted. She remembers the blood and the fire and later clutching Bubbles to her chest as she ran from the home she'd known her whole life, but the specifics were hard to recall. One thing she did recall clearly, however, was how the finely-dressed man had never tried to run away, staring at her in remorse even when Bubbles had reached for him and bit his head clean off. Murielle would hear the sounds of his bones crunching between Bubbles' teeth in her dreams for years to come. That night was long ago now, and Murielle had had other visions of events which once again she seemed powerless to act, remaining rather a silent witness to the fact they would eventually come true. Bubbles remained a stuffed toy bear except when he wasn't, but he never returned quite as terrifying as he did that first night. It was as if he was only ever just enough to manage the current danger. Murielle never knew if anyone was looking for her, but she knew what it would mean if anyone ever found out about her involvement in the massacre and fire which took place at her old home. After years of moving from place to place worrying that someone, someday would recognize her hair and her eyes and realize just who or what she might be, the announcement of an expedition into the so-called Stolen Lands gave her hope of an escape. It is a place known for its freedoms and a way to start over; Murielle couldn't help but yearn for the chance. She could picture it in her mind: a long journey with Bubbles meeting new friends while creating a whole new world together... ...or was this just another vision of something she couldn't change? Female human soulbound summoner (unchained) 1 NG Medium humanoid (human)
-------------------- Eidolon:
Bubbles NG Medium outsider (demon) Biped Init +1; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +4 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14 (+1 Dex, +4 natural) hp 11 (1d10+1) Fort +3, Ref +1, Will +2; +4 bonus vs. poison Resist electricity 5, fire 5 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee bite +4 (1d6+3), 2 claws +4 (1d4+3) -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 16, Dex 12, Con 13, Int 7, Wis 10, Cha 11 Base Atk +1; CMB +4; CMD 15 Feats Intimidating Prowess Skills Intimidate +7, Perception +4, Stealth +5, Survival +4 Languages Common SQ demon save bonus -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only). Demon Save Bonus +4 to save vs. poison. Energy Resistance, Electricity (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Electricity attacks. Energy Resistance, Fire (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Fire attacks. |
