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Glitterdust + Fog Cloud= Blind a target(in the cloud even if saved vs dust) that you can still see(Goz mask), all while giving cover to the group group.

Any Pit spell(2nd level+) + Silent Image or Hydraulic Push

Flaming Sphere + Pyrotechnics

The morning after Sargon's 120th birthday was where things took a dangerous and unexpected turn.

He woke with a start, as if from a nightmare, confusion ruling his mind! His vision was terribly blurred and reflexively he tried rubbing his eyes, but that failed to help in the least. On the verge of panic, his thoughts were completely unfocused and seemed to collide with each other, tumbling away with wild abandon. Eventually, with great effort, he calmed the storm in his mind and he was able to focus on one single thought. He now had a second set of memories.

While he could clearly recall his own short life of 120 years, growing, loving, studying and on rare occasions even dancing among the people of Kyonin, he could also recall another life, far removed from Kyonin, and Golarion as well for that matter. This new yet strangely familar older life had experienced a grand total of nearly 400 years, much of it spent adventuring across planes. While it had clearly been a life lived by someone, he felt so strongly connected to it that he could hardly say which memories were originally his. Over the next several days he would frequently stumble over his words, especially during attempts to cast spells, and often reach for a weapon that wasn't there whenever the stress levels reached their limits.

He remembered having a sword, as well as having powerful spells at his fingertips, but he also remembered never having trained with weapons as he had been far more interested in arcane studies. He quickly withdrew into himself, and closed himself off from friends and peers, never confiding in anyone with what he was dealing with. To him, everyone was both friend and stranger all at once and he trusted no one, even himself.

Over the next year, he rarely left his home, and even then only for brief moments at a time. His family tried to look in on him, bringing him food or offering to clean up after him, but he barely spoke to them, and even then it was more often a snarl than anything meaningful or kind. He grew weak in body, and his mind threatened to break completely under the constant tug of competing memories. He turned to summoning elementals instead of talking with friends or family, for the alien natures of the elementals appealed to him more as one set of memories suggested he had been both an elemental and an elf, though he understood that was not something he was presently.

On the morning after his 121st birthday, with no word to anyone, he quietly packed only the most interesting of his belongings, his spellbooks, and set off for Absalom. Shortly after that, with the desire to make new memories instead of trying to reconcile the different paths he had previously traveled, he met and joined the Pathfinder Society. That was 4 years ago.

Upon joining the Society, Sargon set himself apart as a formidable source of strange knowledge, and quiet rebellion. He suffered no limits or shackles, seeing freedom of thought and expression as the purest actions of life. Despite his often selfish ways, something drove him to support those around him. He recalled once having friends and while he often felt beyond that, the nagging thoughts of one of his previous lives never fully let him abandon those that needed his help.

Over the course of the next few years he quickly advanced his understanding of the arcane, and consequently improved his spell casting, while mastering special quirks of magic that lead him down interesting corridors of discovery.

For the Society, he helped recover the relic known as the Horn of Aroden, only to then succeed in reclaiming the sky citadel of Jormurdun along with dozens of fellow Pathfinders. He traveled far and wide, from the Hall of the Flesh Eaters to the sandy dunes of Osirian. He survived the Siege of Serpents and navigated the society's ill fated jaunt through time in search of The Sky Key Solution. His most recent adventure found him in charge of the rescue of Sorrina Westyr, who would later become the Society's Master of Spells. Since then, Sargon has been quietly researching esoteric magical phenomena, while waiting for something else of interest to present itself.