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Yaren Heartgaze
Male devil-spawn tiefling cleric (fiendish vessel) of Belial 7 (Pathfinder Player Companion: Blood of Fiends 21, Pathfinder RPG Advanced Race Guide 170, Pathfinder RPG Bestiary 264)
LE Medium outsider (native)
Init +1; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +5
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Defense
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AC 22, touch 11, flat-footed 21 (+8 armor, +1 Dex, +3 shield)
hp 52 (7d8+14)
Fort +8, Ref +4, Will +11
Resist cold 5, electricity 5, fire 5
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee mwk light mace +5 (1d6-1)
Special Attacks hell's corruption (3 rounds, 8/day)
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 7th; concentration +8)
. . 1/day—pyrotechnics (DC 13)
Domain Spell-Like Abilities (CL 7th; concentration +12)
. . 8/day—dazing touch
Cleric Spell-Like Abilities (CL 7th; concentration +12)
. . 1/day—fiendish augury
Cleric (Fiendish Vessel) Spells Prepared (CL 7th; concentration +12)
. . 4th—confusion[D] (DC 19), greater infernal healing[ISWG], summon monster IV
. . 3rd—blindness/deafness (DC 18), dispel magic, suggestion[D] (DC 18), summon monster III
. . 2nd—align weapon (evil only)[D], hold person (2, DC 17), silence (DC 17), spiritual weapon
. . 1st—command[D] (DC 16), enhance water, infernal healing[ISWG], protection from good, ray of sickening[UM] (DC 16), shield of faith (2)
. . 0 (at will)—create water, detect magic, enhanced diplomacy, scrivener's chant
. . D Domain spell; Domains Charm (Lust subdomain), Evil (Devil subdomain)
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Statistics
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Str 8, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 20, Cha 13
Base Atk +5; CMB +4; CMD 15
Feats Augment Summoning, Combat Casting, Sacred Summons[UM], Spell Focus (conjuration)
Traits fast-talker, traditionalist
Skills Appraise +5, Bluff +12, Craft (stonemasonry) +8, Diplomacy +12, Heal +10, Knowledge (history) +8, Knowledge (local) +8, Knowledge (nobility) +5, Knowledge (religion) +10, Linguistics +5 (+7 to make forgeries), Sense Motive +14, Spellcraft +10; Racial Modifiers +2 Diplomacy, +2 Sense Motive
Languages Celestial, Common, Infernal, Skald
SQ channel evil, fiendish familiar, fiendish summonining, prehensile tail
Combat Gear pearl of power (2nd level), wand of cure light wounds; Other Gear +2 mithral breastplate, +1 darkwood heavy wooden shield, mwk light mace, boots of the cat[UE], cloak of resistance +1, absinthe (per bottle)[UE], bedroll, candle (10), drug, flayleaf (5), flint and steel, forger's kit[UE], iron holy symbol of Belial[UE], journal[UE], masterwork artisan's tools, masterwork backpack[APG], mess kit[UE], oldlaw whiskey (per bottle)[UE], silk rope (50 ft.), soap, spell component pouch, tobacco (2), trail rations (5), waterskin, 45 gp, 9 sp
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Special Abilities
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Augment Summoning Summoned creatures have +4 to Strength and Constitution.
Channel Evil 4d4 (4/day, DC 14) (Su) Heals evil creatures and sickens and harms good creatures in a 30-ft radius.
Cleric (Fiendish Vessel) Domain (Lust)
Combat Casting +4 to Concentration checks to cast while on the defensive.
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only).
Dazing Touch (8/day) (Sp) Melee touch attack dazes foe for 1 rd, Immune if more HD than your level.
Devil
Energy Resistance, Cold (5) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Cold attacks.
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.
Fiendish Augury (1/day) (Sp) You may use your fiendish familiar to cast augury once per day.
Fiendish Familiar Familiar acts as a divine focus and your channel evil can center on it.
Fiendish Summonining You can only summon fiendish creatures and evil outsiders of your patron's alignment.
Hell's Corruption (3 rounds, 8/day) (Su) Touch attack inflicts -2 save vs. your spells and take the worse of 2 rolls for skill checks.
Prehensile Tail Your tail can retrieve small objects on your person as a swift action.
Sacred Summons Summon monsters whose alignment subtype matches yours as a standard action
Spell Focus (Conjuration) Spells from one school of magic have +1 to their save DC.

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Born the middle child of a successful merchant family Yaren travelled frequently in his youth seeing much of Talingarde and the Lands of the Linnorm Kings across the sea as his father (Jarrod) pursued his business interests. Though he was treated to the same education and had the same exposure to the family business as his elder brother (Farley) and sister (Theresa) he never quite took to it as they did. He was always much more fascinated by the variety of people he met on the travels, even to the extent that he was the first of the children to learn the tongue of the native people of the Linnorm Kingdoms.

The exciting travels of his youth came to an end when he was approaching manhood (12-13) however when his mother (Gayle) became gravely ill. His father applied his not inconsiderable wealth in donations to the church and all number of supposed remedies from healers in the region and abroad but after 18 months despite all of their best efforts she passed away.

The death of Gayle affected them all differently; Jarrod threw himself into his work and into grooming the then 16 year old Farley to eventually take over the business from him. Theresa’s flirtation with rebellious behavior was swiftly put to an end with an arranged marriage to slightly older gentlemen who was showing promise within the kings court. Yaren meanwhile was perhaps most deeply affected having spent much time at his mother’s bedside witnessing the ministrations of the priests. With his busy father’s permission he was soon welcomed into the bosom of the Mitran church as a novice under Father Walter Reid, one of the priests who had helped care for his mother, and a member of the blessed Order of St. Macarius.

During his time as first a Novice and then an initiate with the monks life went on for his family; his father remarried a few years after Gayle’s death and Yaren was able to go visit and meet his step-mother Mirabelle when she gave birth to fraternal twins whom they named Leilani and Ransden.

As nice as it was to be with his family again he didn’t linger at the estate near Daveryn; the church was his life now and Father Reid was confident that Yaren would soon be chosen to join the ranks of the clergy himself.

A little more than a year later, with Yaren in his 23rd year he was ordained by the Blessed Father Raulyn Fallenwood, and given leave to serve in the northern borderlands where he felt his talents could be put to the best use. This indeed proved to be the case as he was present for several clashes involving the savage northern bugbears providing vital aid to fallen soldiers, though he found his beliefs challenged when faced with the ferocity of the creatures and there were few occasions when he bothered to tend to the monsters.

Though a dangerous life it was a fulfilling one for him. Eventually earning a position in one of the watch wall castles he was content to care for the brave men and women who lived there, sheltering the lands to the south with the honor and bravery.

Such was not to last however when he accompanied a patrol led by the son of the castle’s commander. The patrol rode into an ambush by the bugbears and nearly half of it’s number was slain. It was only when he took up one of the fallen soldier’s weapons and struck a distracting blow against the leader of the ambushing forces locked in combat with the commander’s son that the assault was thwarted. Yaren did what he could for the fallen soldiers, and when the patrol returned bloody and bruised Yaren was hailed as a hero. Embarrassed by the acclaim and uncertain about the line he had crossed in joining the fight he did his best to play down his part, but the grateful commander wouldn’t hear it after the glowing report from his son, throwing a feast in Yaren’s honor.

Eventually the event moved into the past and Yaren was just pleased to get back to his normal duties until a few months later word was received from the south. Word it seemed had reached his superiors in the order and he was requested to return to the Monastery of St. Macarius. With some trepidation he complied, packing his belongings and riding south with an anxious knot of nerves in his belly.

Such anxiety proved to be unfounded as when he reached the monastery he found Father Reid (who had reached the station of high priest during Yaren’s absence) to be waiting for him. He had a chance to talk to Father Reid before he was to meet with one of his superiors in the order. Father Reid was able to settle his nerves that while they were a peaceful order dedicated to healing he was not to be punished for his actions but that it was a matter that needed to be discussed. In the end the trip proved to be slightly enlightening and at least helped to put his mind at ease. Without further incidence he return to his position on the wall and settled back into his life there. For a little while at least.

It seemed the consequences of the one hasty action would continue to haunt him as unknown to him dark forces were moving along the watch wall and they too had heard of his heroism and subsequent visit to the south. Seeing an opportunity for advancement one of Asmodeus’ agents struck, managing to slip a little something extra into Yaren’s dinner one night…

He awoke in a pitch-black chamber to pain and an urgent voice from the dark, promising relief if Yaren but answered a few questions. Needless to say the faithful priest would not yield to such coercion, at least… not at first. Yaren was given little relief, kept chained in a cold stone room, tended to just enough to keep him alive, and extensively tortured. He had no clue how long he hung there in the dark, weeks certainly, possibly months as his patient captor went to work breaking his will. His prayers to Mitra for rescue and relief went unanswered and after his first few attempts to magic his way free of the chamber failed utterly he doubted he could summon the concentration necessary to form the spell if he tried. Slowly despair overwhelmed him, and one dark night he could take it no longer.

Relief was slow in coming as it seemed his answers that he had spoken only to one of the bishops serving at the monastery did not please his captor. It was at least another week before his assailant finally seemed to accept that Yaren knew nothing about the mysterious leader of the Monastery.

He knew somewhat was wrong when the frustration of his captor evaporated and he began to move with purpose once more. Not only did the daily sessions of torment stop but the room was lit with torches and in their dim light Yaren got his first glimpse of the person who had abducted him. He was astounded to find a slim women moving about in the torchlight; he almost thought it must be someone else but as the woman with her slightly pointed ears began to wash the old blood and gore from his body and whisper ‘soothing’ words to him he recognized the same voice that had been questioning him all these weeks. His dread only grew as she began to trace intricate shapes over his abused form and the stone floor of the chamber beneath him. His gaze shuddered away from his own form as he refused to see what had been done to him, but even so he recognized the infernal runes and sigils he had read about in his history books.

It was then he plead for death, but not even that was granted to him as the evil woman finished her preparations. The room was now lit by dark, flickering candles, with arcane shapes covering and surrounding Yaren. He closed his eyes as she began to chant, but he couldn’t block his ears to the infernal words of the ritual. Pain wracked his body as her chant rose and a sense of… wrong seemed to be growing deep within his chest. He cried out as something seemed to slash at his chest, and blessed unconsciousness overtook him as he felt something move within him.

This must be death. That was his first thought when he awoke next. The pain was gone, it was astonishing the difference; he could breathe deeply without the ache of poorly healed ribs; his arms, so long chained above his head that they had lost all sensation were his once more. But no… this was not the river of souls, he was in a room not too different to the one he had spent so long in, and witnessed only recently. He was granted a reprieve from the Raven Queen’s judgment; he shuddered to think how he would stand before her after his fall the last few weeks, he had plead for his tormenter to stop, he was not proud of the things he had said…

Things moved fast then as he heard movement in the room. A voice, high pitched but demanding spoke to him and as he tried to rise to face this new person he discovered that though his body was free, he was not without bonds… The figure proved to be an imp, one of the lesser of the devils, and yet when this imp spoke he was forced to obey. Sleeg was gleeful to inform Yaren of their new arrangement; Shearah, his captor had it seemed, made a deal with infernal forces. She had (through intermediaries of course) contacted one of the archdevils of hell offering him a tether to the mortal realm and a useful, if unwilling servant. “That’s you.” Sleeg had told him with a grin in case he hadn’t figured it out yet.

Sleeg was there as Belial’s representative to take charge of Yaren and put him to work furthering the terrible archdukes plan’s. Yaren had scowled, but despite how he struggled he found he could not rise from his knees where the imp had commanded him. Yaren could only let out a sob and collapse as Sleeg laughed.

That was over a year ago now, not that Yaren paid much attention to the passage of time. Though all signs of Shearah’s physical torment were gone, his ‘new’ body was only the first step in the continuance of his mental torment. Gone was his… at least marginally attractive form. Oh true his face was the same… apart from the double pair of horns rising from his skull, the star-like pupils and the grey hue to his skin. The long barbed tail and hairy ankles (though thankfully he still had all his toes rather than hooves) just completed the image. Even if he could somehow escape from Sleeg’s watchful gaze (and he couldn’t even tell when the thing was around) he couldn’t go back to the church looking like this. After what he’d been forced to do in the time since his dark rebirth he almost wanted to though, just so that they could free him from his living torment… of course then would begin his eternal torment, he was certainly bound for hell now, to become the Belial’s plaything, or whichever of his servant had made the actual deal. Damned if he did, and damned If he didn’t, quite literally so. So Yaren continued to slog along falling into the arms of oblivion whenever he got the chance; after all his fate couldn’t get much worse from enjoying what few pleasures were available to him could they?

A less floury summary of events is that Yaren was a faithful Cleric of Mitra until an agent of Asmodeus named Shearah captured him hoping to learn some of the secrets of the order of st macarius, and when that proved to be a dead end she decided to hock his soul to the infernal forces for a promotion. He now serves Asmodeus somewhat faithfully as he’s given up hope on ever freeing himself and somehow getting redemption. When he does have any qualms Sleeg, his Imp familiar is there to keep him in line :p

Personality: Dour and morose Yaren is unhappy with his current lot in life, bound to the will of a dark entity and his minute puppet master. As such he attempts to drown his sorrows in the pleasures of the flesh whenever given the chance. When cajoled into action he performs his role with sullen grace, often merely a vessel for the minions of his 'master' to escape briefly onto this plane than an active participant, though he will support his 'allies' with buffing spells and the occasional assault against their foes. He can occasionally be coaxed into showing some genuine interest if faced with a problem in his wheelhouse however and since developing quite the silver tongue as a necessity of survival he has grown to take a pervous joy in bringing others down to his level. Misery loves company after all.
Posting examples (from the aforementioned previous WotW campaign):
RP 1, RP 2
Combat 1, Combat 2

Sleeg
Imp devil (Pathfinder RPG Bestiary 78)
LE Tiny outsider (devil, evil, extraplanar, lawful)
Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +7
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Defense
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AC 21, touch 16, flat-footed 17 (+3 Dex, +1 dodge, +5 natural, +2 size)
hp 26 (3d10); fast healing 2
Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +6
DR 5/good or silver; Immune fire, poison; Resist acid 10, cold 10
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Offense
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Speed 20 ft., fly 50 ft. (perfect)
Melee sting +10 (1d4 plus poison)
Space 2½ ft.; Reach 0 ft.
Special Attacks poison
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 6th; concentration +8)
. . Constant—detect good, detect magic
. . At will—invisibility (self only)
. . 1/day—augury, suggestion (DC 15)
. . 1/week—commune (6 questions, CL 12th)
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Statistics
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Str 10, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 13, Wis 12, Cha 14
Base Atk +5; CMB +6; CMD 17
Feats Dodge, Weapon Finesse
[b]Skills Acrobatics +9 (+5 to jump), Appraise +2, Bluff +12, Diplomacy +8, Fly +21, Heal +3, Knowledge (arcana) +7, Knowledge (planes) +7, Linguistics +2, Perception +7, Sense Motive +8, Spellcraft +10
Languages Common, Infernal
SQ change shape (boar, giant spider, rat or raven, beast ashape I), improved evasion
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Special Abilities
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Change Shape (boar, giant spider, rat or raven, beast shape I) (Su) You can change your form.
Damage Reduction (5/good or silver) You have Damage Reduction against all except Good or Silver attacks.
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only).
Energy Resistance, Acid (10) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Acid attacks.
Energy Resistance, Cold (10) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Cold attacks.
Fast Healing 2 (Ex) Heal damage every round unless you are killed.
Flight (50 feet, Perfect) You can fly!
Immunity to Fire You are immune to fire damage.
Immunity to Poison You are immune to poison.
Improved Evasion (Ex) No damage on successful reflex save; half on failed save.
Poison (DC 13) (Ex) Poison: Sting—injury; save Fort DC 13; frequency 1/round for 6 rounds; effect 1d2 Dex; cure 1 save.

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Selected by the players huh? Interesting, I guess that is what normally happens when you're selecting replacements isn't it. Alright I'll come up with a little spiel when I get home tonight. You wouldn't have a problem with a summoning focused caster though? That would probably be what I rework him as if I change out his necromancy focus feats.