About Silena Dulare {Despair}'Lady' Silena Dulare {'Despair'}
Melee:
Spiked Chain-Consecrated Weapon/Cold Iron/Mw = +6 (2d4+3 {+2 CMB disarm & trip ‘drop’}, x2) - Notes: Fires of Hell : +1dam {fire} - Ty: P / cold iron - Location: Worn 'belt-like' at waist Morning Star-Alchemical silver = +4 (1d8+1, x2)
Whip = +0 (1d3+2 {+disarm, non-lethal, reach, trip}, x2)
Gauntlet, Spiked-Left/Alchemical Silver = +4 (1d4+1, x2)
Armor Spikes = +4 (1d6+2, x2)
Ranged:
Hand Crossbow-Mw = +4 / +1”melee”{Adam} (1d4, 19/ x2) - Range: 30'ft, Ty: P / cold iron or alchem.-silver - Location: folded and holstered at waist Bolt Case: Bolts = 20x Std, 10x Alchemical silver, 10x Cold Iron, 5x Adam/Mw [Neg. Hard 20 or less] - Location: Left leg thigh Darts = +4 (1d4+2, 19/ x2)
Special Attacks -
Spell-Like Abilities –
Cleric – Divine Spells Prepared (CL 2nd, DC12+Lvl):
Concentration +4
Level 1 (3/day) D sleep 1 cause fear 2 command 3 protection from evil 0 Lvl
Cleric Spell List:
0 Lvl bleed; create water; detect magic; detect poison; guidance; light; mending; purify food and drink; read magic; resistance; spark 1; stabilize; virtue 1st Lvl [ 40 spells ]
2nd Lvl [ 65 spells ] {Caster DC4}
1 {Advanced Player’s Guide spells}
-------------------- Statistics -------------------- Abilities:
Str 14 (+2) Dex 12 (+1) Con 12 (+1) Int 13 (+1) Wis 15 (+2) Cha 14 (+2) 5p, 2p, 2p, 3p, 3p{+2 Half-Elf}, 5p
Feats:
{Fighter} AP: All light, med., Hvy & Shields +Tower Shield; WP: All sim. & mar. {Cleric} AP: All light, med. & Shields - except Tower Shield; WP: All sim [Deity’s Weapon of choice] {Race} Exotic Weapon Prof {Handcrossbow} Blind-Fighting-D = Reroll miss chance for concealment, No loose DEX, STR or AC in darkness, +2 to be hit by invis in melee, No acro ck for full MV Exotic Weapon Prof-C1 {Spiked Chain} = ZON-KUTHON Endurance-RC 'Human' = +4 1: Swim to resist non-lethal exhaustion damage, 2: Con to continue running, 3: Con to avoid non-lethal damage from forced march, 4: Con to hold breath, 5: Con to avoid non-lethal damage from starvation or thirst, 6: Fort Saves to avoid non-lethal damage from hot/cold environments, 7: Fort saves to resist damage from suffocation. Die Hard-F1 = hit points below 0 - Auto stabilize, May choose to act as though disabled {must choose when reduced to below 0 or uncon}, Take staggered - MV act {If take Std act - take 1pt damage [If negative Con - die immediately]} Weapon Focus {Spiked Chain}-GLv1 = +1hit Selective Channeling-GLv3 = Select up to Chr mod targets unaffected by Negative Energy Channeling Traits:
{Faction} Fires of Hell{Su}: Swi act, Summon Fire +1pt, 1rd/Ch mod [2rds] {Social} Charming: +1 Bluff & Diplomacy, +1DC {Lang-Based spells} Skills:
[9sp + 2Fv] Fig {2C+1I}, Clr {4C+2I+3FV} < 'Class' + Ranks + Ability + [Equipment] > Appraise ( Int ) '+3'+1 = +1
Languages:
Common, Elven, Undercommon {Int}, Infernal {1pt} SQ Low-light Vision = 2x Vision Range in dim or lesser lighting
Equipment:
Combat Gear [Total: 96.5lbs +43llbs {Backpack}] Magic Items: {Totals: 2,355gp, 9sp, 6cp} [1,450gp] +1 Banded Mail, Spiked = +7{+8}AC, +1MDB, ‘-5’ck, AF35%, Spd: 20'ft (45lbs) [250gp] Wayfinder = light – 20’ft rad, [CW: "spark" (1lb)
Combat Gear:
Other Gear:
[170gp] Buckler-Sanctified [ZON-KUTHON] = +1AC, -1ck, AF5%, (5lbs)
[10gp] 2x Wrist Sheath, Spring Loaded = hold item, draw as Immed. act (2lbs)
[2gp] Backpack (2lbs) <+48.5lbs>
[10gp] Tattoo - 'Silver-colored spiked "serrated" dragon on left shoulder & breast, its tail curling around her navel and the tip of the tail pointing suggestively toward her genital regions' [25gp] Holy Symbol-Blackened Steel [ZON-KUTHON] 'neck'
Possessions-
[30gp] Courtier's Outfit {Nidal High Fashion - Dark revealing dress/robes, plunging neckline w/Scarlet fringe and slashed with green pleates} [150gp] Noble's Outfit {Violet Spider-silk web-patterned dress, bare shouldered, high collared with Ocher trim, shear sleeves clasped at wrists, bare midriff & slit-skirt sides to reveal legs. Jewelry - Silver Dragon Choker, Silver Fanged Maw Nipple-Piercing, Escaping 'spiked' Tentacles setting surrounding Orange Tiger-Eye Navel gem Piercing, Silver Devil Winged Tiara - Spiked} [2sp] 2x Peasant's Outfits = Set 1 {rough shirt & old patched skirt, blanket-cloak}; Set 2 (slave girl halter-top 'rough linen', feet & forearm cloth wraps, leather loin-cloth} {50gp} Parade Armor-Nidal ‘Blackened’ Blood Spattered Spiked Banded Mail = +2AC Coin
-------------------- TRACKED RESOURCES -------------------- Alchemical:
Healer’s Kit w/Surgeon’s Tools-Mw (10) Air Crystal (1) [Alchemist's Fire (2) Anti-Toxin Holy Water (2) Powder (4) Scent Cloak (2) Smoke Sticks (4) Miscellaneous:
Feather Tokens - ‘none’ Potions:
[50gp] Oils of Bless Weapon Scrolls:
Cleric – [375gp] Magic Scrolls: 2x Bless Cause Fear 2x Cure Light Wounds Hide from Undead 2x Magic Weapon Obscuring Mist Protection from Evil {Riffle} Remove Fear Sanctuary Wands:
- [2PA] [750gp] Wand of Cure Light Wounds = heal 1d8+1hp (42 charges) [750gp; 15gp/ch] Loot:
‘none’ -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Domains: Darkness {Night} Granted Power: Blind-Fighting {free} Night Hunter {Su} : Std act, In dim light or darkness - invisibility to creatures without Darkvision, Cleric Lv/2 [1rd] [5/day] Domain Spells: 1st - obscuring mist, 2nd - blindness/deafness {blind only}, 3rd - deaper darkness, 4th - shadow conjuration, 5th - summon monster V {1d4 shades}, 6th - shadow walk, 7th - power word: blind, 8th - greater shadow conjuration, 9th - shades Replacement Domain Spells: 1st - sleep, 6th - nightmare Death {Undead}
Orisons : Clerics may prepare a number of cantrips, or 0-lvl spells, each day. These spells are cast like any other spell,
Spontaneous Casting: Convert any prepared spell to cast an "Inflict" spell.
COMPANIONS & MOUNTS:
MOUNT: ‘Nightscream’ [75gp] - Light Horse Black Stallion', Large Animal 'Male' Init: +2; Senses : Low-light Vision, Scent, Perception +6 ------------ DEFENSE AC: 15, touch 11, flat-footed 13 (+2 Dex, -1 Size, +4 Chain Shirt Barding) HP: 15, current (15) Fort +6, Ref +5, Will +1 <Base: +2, +2, +0> ------------ OFFENSE Speed: 50' Melee: 2x Hooves -2 (1d4+1) Space: 10'ft ------------ STATISTICS STR 16(+3) DEX 14 (+2) CON 17 (+3) INT 2 (-4) WIS 13 (+1) CHA 7(-1) BAB: +1, CMB: +5, CMD: 17 (21 vs Trip) Encumbrance: Light- 228lbs / Medium- 459lbs/ Heavy- 690lbs/ Drag- 3,450lbs ------------ SPECIAL ABILITIES Feats: Endurance; Run Skills: Acrobatics +2, Climb +0, Perception +6, Stealth +2, Swim +0 SQ: Docile {Ex} = Hooves are secondary weapons Mount Gear – +42lbs
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HONORS:
House Thrune's Favor: Silena's complete discretion in infiltrating the chelish embassy has earned her a rare token stamped with the insignia of the House of Thrune, signifying her favor in the eyes of Cheliax's ruling house. - Gain a +3’cir’ on Diplomacy checks to influence high-standing members of House Thrune, the Chelish government, or a Hellknight in good standing {04-11: The Disappeared} Kayle's Blessing: Gain a +1’luck’ bonus on any saving throw against a dragon's breath weapon. This bonus can be applied after a roll is made but before the results are determined. Only once per saving throw - [3 uses Only]
Debt of the Kirin: You possess a series of letters of credit and a trade agreement between the holder of that document ad a group called the Way of the Kirin
-------------------- PERSONALITY:
Quotes: "Life IS suffering... but it need not destroy one... those who bear under the pain and still find the sweet bliss of victory are made stronger by the wisdom of pain's agonizing reminders!" "If they die... they can't suffer anymore and they don't learn anything! Life should be experienced and learned from... by the torment of soul-agonizing suffering and the sweet... sticky... messy... bliss of ecstasy... in ALL its forms!" "ALL should make joy ... under pain of suffering! For in the crucible of strife... comes the wisdom of the strong... and the survivors who stand scarred... but triumphant!" "All must be smashed.. by the Hammer of the GODS! That which is good will rise again... that which can't... should NEVER have been!!" Silena’s wisdom of pain...
-------------------- APPEARANCE:
HT: 5'6", WT: 135lbs, Eyes: Deep Violet, Hair: Stark White with some streaks of Silver, Skin: Inky Black She is short, 5 and a half feet perhaps? Her blackened Spiked Banded Mail gleams darkly in the sunlight. A sable tabard adorns her armor with some noble house emblem embroidered upon her breast. About her slender waist a spiked chain worn as a belt. There is a light crossbow at her back and a boltcase strapped to her shapely left thigh. A deep ochere-green cloak is at her shoulders and the spiked symbol of her Midnight Lord hangs at a chain at her neck. Her step is not light... but like a great hunting cat predator stalking prey sensuously and is none-the-less graceful. Her inky black skin and long slender ears glisten in the sunlight... lightly moistened with sweat. But she does not seem overly exhausted or even adversely touched by the heat of the desert over much. She must have an endurance of cold iron or a will of unbreakable steel to be dressed in so much black and yet not be smothered by the heat! Though, she is wearing a token set of desert hot weather clothing... cut to a very sexy and provocative fit over her petite feminine frame. As she walks by the faint hint of perfume can be caught on the wind from her passing... enticing and mysterious. Her few piercings consist of a silver nipple ring in her left breast shaped as a biting maw which is what it occasionally did to her flesh.. not enough to draw blood by enough to keep her wits sharp. Due to her ...infernal blood.. silver against her bare skin is... uncomfortable adding to the daily torment of this 'finery'. She is adorned with one large tattoo in her flesh a 'Silver-colored spiked "serrated" dragon on left shoulder & breast, its tail curling around her navel and the tip of the tail pointing suggestively toward her genital regions' The pigment made of a silver based extract...again a self inflicted discomfort due to her 'unnatural' minor allergy to silver springing from her distant infernal heritage. She also bears an ornate spiked navel piercing ... that looks like writing tentacles escaping her navel - surrounding a gemstone of a Orange tiger's eye. The spikes less often poking her painfully... the barbs more meant for the embrace of a lover's flesh against her bare midriff. Her slender and shapely body was most appealing to the eye though lightly criss-crossed with old scars... none detracting from her charming beauty {a gift from her mother}..as most had been magically healed by the power of Zon-Kuthon. There is no doubt - she has a beauty and charm to her that are noticed by all! Her lovely face is almost constantly in an expression of perhaps a dark mischievousness... but strangely enough no dark malice or brooding grimness as is oft with the worshipers of the Midnight Lord. She is not marred with self-mutilation, or detracting piercings anywhere on her face or even ears. In fact her clothing and gear seem to be of the best quality possible and styled fashionably... if a bit seductively immodest.
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HISTORY:
”Daughter of Pain!” ...it was the dream again. A memory actually... making it more nightmarish than just a nightmare! This is always where she came at night when weariness dragged her screaming into the oblivion of sleep. As always it was her mother's cruel laughter and the foul stench of evil of the deep dark lands of Orv and its demon-haunted depths that terrified her. She had been chained to the sacrificial posts - whipped until she nearly fainted and made sport of by the dark elven male consort/acolytes of her mother's temple thralls. Her mother, Duspara - high Priestess of 'The Creeping Queen', Mazmezz - had watched gleefully... as the hungry males had their cruel way with Silena. Duspara considered her 'possibly-weak' half-breed daughter {whom she expected would be found lacking and would not survive her 'test'} to be an amusing entertainment. Her father a Nidal priest in the lands above had lusted after Duspara for many years. The unnatural entrance to the Darklands that existed in the wastelands outside the wall of Ridwan in Nidal had been very useful to the darklands elves to gain access to surface trade and the constant need of new slaves and sacrifices to their demonic masters. The church of the 'Midnight Lord' had resources that the elves of the darklands ... could make use of for they had... similar... needs. High Priest of Zon-Kuthon, 'Count' Grindell Dulare had... made such a simple, trivial request for access to those resources - {However many nights of intimacy with Duspara it took for her to bear his child... and the child given to the service of the 'Midnight Lord'}. Duspara found it a darkly amusing and distracting trivial thing from the boredom of casual cruelty that marked the entirety of darklands society, but she had made one exception. The child could not be weak... and at some point Duspara reserved the right to 'test' the child to see to it the mongrel was suitably strong and sound - a 'deformed' offspring could not be allowed to continue. Count Dulare only had smiled and said he would only have to try harder the next mating until the 'Midnight Lord' got this due for the assistance he would provide to the darklands elven peoples. Duspara planned to have him murdered at some point such audacity to make demands upon his betters was... annoying. Count Grindell had raised the child... named after a honored ancestor of Duspara's Elven House an added needling of her sense of propriety. For it was the Count's intent to make Silena a constant reminder of the nights he spent with Duspara and the demeaning Duspara had to endure to bear the unwanted child to term and care for its birth. A torment of spirit that Count Dulare took great pleasure in seeing in Duspara's eyes everytime they met he brought his growing half-elf daughter in tow. The Midnight Lord's own form of personal torment that he found most sweet... torment of the soul... and spirit! An Exquisite price paid as long as the child lived and Duspara knew she lived! But now it was Duspara's turn to test the mongrel... Silena hung from the silver plated cold iron chains... an added cruelty for her mother knew something in Silena's distant infernal blood heritage made silver uncomfortable to the touch of her bare skin, her body criss-crossed with lashings, defiled with the filth of her cruel molesters and exhausted from their many tortures... the foreplay was over. Silena had not resisted for she knew she had to marshal her strength for the real test. Then her mother smiled and snapped her fingers. The male acolytes approached again and took hold of Silena.. they filthily fondled her one last time for they expected it to be the last. Duspara approached with the last test an ornate black crystal cup with the vile liquor of this hellish land. The Black Blood of Orv.. She spoke her voice a purr of cruelty... she never rose her voice above a furtive purr no matter how cruel or wicked her words, "Here my beloved and lovely daughter drink your last of the world of light and seize the darkness or be consumed by it. Your stoic refusal to scream out and show the weakness I know is in you ends here... and now. Beg now for mercy and I'll consider whoring you out as a temple play-thing... my acolytes seem to have some fond interest in your flesh of late. Who knows, perhaps one may adopt you and leash you to his bedchamber as his b!%$$ for... perhaps a year or two before preparing you for dinner in his larder? Where there is life there is 'hope' after all!" Silena had no words for her only opened her mouth wide to drink the Black Blood. Something had glittered in her mother's violet eyes as she smiled and poured the foul poison down her throat. It was here the dream always turned chaotic as memory and nightmare went into a collage of remembered pain and terror... things she could only recall in flashes... her body writhing on the rocky floor retching in freezing pain inside her as the black blood coursed through her... a summoned Dretch {likely by her mother} stepping from a gate leering at her naked body as she tried to survive the poison coursing through her... fighting the chains as the summoned demon tried to violate her... Duspara's laughter heard in the background... and in final Silena standing, screaming in rage channeling the negative energies of ZON-KUTHON forth to destroy her would be violators, wielding the snapped chains; her infernal fires coursing along the chain length melting the thin layering of plated silver to reveal the cold iron beneath. Silena raged swinging those chains to destroy the demonic lustful attackers, dark energies busting from her devouring the demon's lifeforce hungrily... and more dretches bounding towards her hungry to complete the sacrificial mating... But she had lived and she had triumphed. Now always mindful of her mother's spite Silana makes her own path. Zon-Kuthon's power flowing through her... and the mad god's laughter in her dreams... She had proven herself ‘worthy’ and her service to the Midnight Lord began… but as with ALL worshppers of ZON-KUTHON, it was a pact for power only! There was no wisdom in ZON-KUTHON’S Service.. no ‘enilightenment’. His clerics danced their dance of devotion all for the sick pleasure of the god of suffering.. he cared not for their petty schemes ot plots for power.. only that Pain be Willingly inflicted and suffered by his worshppers.. all for his twisted fancy! Which suited Silena just fine. ZON-KUTHON cared not if she only offered him the pain of her foes and she chose to name those who were evil as her foes. Silena had seen enough pain in her life now she sought to inflict pain on those who would make the world a … unice place to live.. it only seemed fair! She joined the Pathfinder’s organization to get away from Nidal and her… dysfunctional parents.. and to grow her power through trail and tribulation… HER wisdom of pain... “Through Pain I endure. Through Endurance I gain Strength! Through Strength I gain Power, Through POWER - my chains are sundered! NONE shall bind my Free Spirit! Pain Shall Set Me FREE!!!”
Total XP: 8
Chronicles Acquired: 6
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