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Ta Bayang
Fetchling oracle (spirit guide) 1 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Class Guide 106, Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 42, Pathfinder RPG Bestiary 2 123) N Medium outsider (native) Init +2; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +1 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14 (+3 armor, +2 Dex, +1 shield) hp 9 (1d8+1) Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3 Resist cold 5, electricity 5, noble born - medvyed Weaknesses light blindness -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee dagger +1 (1d4/19-20) or . . sickle +1 (1d6) Ranged light crossbow +2 (1d8/19-20) Spell-Like Abilities (CL 1st; concentration +5) . . 1/day—disguise self Oracle (Spirit Guide) Spells Known (CL 1st; concentration +5) . . 1st (4/day)—cure light wounds, obscuring mist, shadow trap (DC 16), tap inner beauty . . 0 (at will)—create water, detect magic, enhanced diplomacy, guidance . . Mystery Shadow -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 10, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 19 Base Atk +0; CMB +2; CMD 12 Feats Agile Maneuvers, Extra Revelation[APG], Spell Focus (illusion) Traits adaptive magic, inhabitant of illusion, noble born - medvyed Skills Diplomacy +8, Disguise +8, Knowledge (nature) +5, Knowledge (planes) +7, Sense Motive +5, Stealth +7; Racial Modifiers +2 Knowledge (planes), +2 Stealth, noble born - medvyed Languages Common, Shae SQ emissary[ARG], finesse weapon attack attribute, oracle's curse (shadowbound), revelations (cloak of darkness[UM], dark secrets) Combat Gear healer's kit, weapon blanch (cold iron)[APG] (2), weapon blanch (silver)[APG] (2); Other Gear leaf armor[ISWG], light wooden shield, dagger, light crossbow, sickle, backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, camouflage blanket, camouflage blanket, disguise kit, fishhook (5), flint and steel, mess kit[UE], perfume kit[UI], silk rope (50 ft.), torch, trail rations (5), twine (50')[APG] (2), waterskin, 20 gp -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Agile Maneuvers Use DEX instead of STR for CMB Cloak of Darkness +4/+2 (1 hours/day) (Su) +4 AC, +2 Stealth. Dark Secrets (Su) Add selection of illusion (shadow) or [darkness] spells to your spell list. Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only). Emissary (1/day) Once per day, roll twice when making a Bluff or Diplomacy check and take the better roll. 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. Finesse Weapon Attack Attribute Finesse weapons use Dexterity on attack rolls. Light Blindness (Ex) Bright light blinds for 1 rd, then dazzled as long as remain in it. Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in dim light, distinguishing color and detail. Shadowbound Sensitive to light, blinded 1 round in normal or bright light, then dazzled. Gain darkvision 30 ft. Spell Focus (Illusion) Spells from one school of magic have +1 to their save DC. Description and personality: A wash of greens and pinks flickers across the face of this kayal, as if the light is filtered through a rosebush in bloom. Their asymmetrical sleeveless silk tunic buttons up on the right side, the sides held together by an eclectic assortment of shells, acorns and coloured pebbles captured in tiny woven nets. The loose, flowy trousers cinch a little below the knee, leaving the left calf bare and the right one encased in a bright red fishnet stocking. Their hair - if they have any - is hidden under a floppy and formless knitted cap that trails tassels of variable length and colour down their back. Objectively, they should be cute - with their small, upturned nose, large liquid eyes and wide mouth made for laughter - but instead an unsettling air hangs about them like a shroud. While they maintain a good amount of their innate playfulness and curiosity, their time in the Plane of Shadows has changed them. While mortals may not be able to tell the difference, other fey would consider Ta Bayang far too serious and concerned with weighty matters. Where others might be mischievous or boisterous, Ta Bayang tends to be quiet and watchful. It is not easy to win their trust, but once earned, their loyalty runs deep. Their most obvious quirk is how their diet; they refuse to eat most cooked food, instead preferring their meals raw. Moreover, they don't have a sweet tooth, they have a mouthful of them - anything sweet or sugary becomes a target to be pursued and devoured. Quick background: A fey who used to be close to Nyrissa before her curse, they have followed Count Ranalc in exile on the Shadow Plane out of their own initiative, wanting to help their mistress's lover. For a longtime they have suspected that the Lantern King had hidden designs on his deal with Nyrissa, but now that the bargain is so close to being completed they can no longer sit idle; Ta Bayang feels that if Nyrissa actually destroys the thousandth mortal kingdom something terrible will happen to her, so they will attempt to thwart their former mistress at all costs (for her own good). Thus, Ta Bayang travels to Golarion with the goal to make that last kingdom endure long enough to find a real solution to Nyrissa's curse. A deal is negotiated with House Medvyed to shelter the fey and adopt them as their own, in order to give Ta Bayang support and legitimacy for propping up this new kingdom. Extended background:
Where the Flowers Never Wait The maiden did not have a name, and neither did the fey currently coaxing the scent of elderberry flowers to coalesce into a delectable treat for their mistress. If they knew what happiness was, they would certainly feel happy, for the realm was full of wonders and there was nothing to fear. Their large, silver eyes blink in satisfaction as the confection takes shape in their palms; the fey bravely resists the temptation for a nibble, instead offering it to the singing one, the one they loved above all others. The dream of a soft touch through silky curls is their reward, and a flare of warmth and sweetness. There are no words, for no words are needed. The Gift Beneath the Twilight Tree For the first time in their timeless existence, the fey was conflicted. They didn't like this strange feeling, like finding a disgusting maggot inside a sweet fruit, like something in their chest gripping and shaking and making a fuss. This shadow that their mistress so liked, the fey liked it and didn't like it. They liked it because the maiden did, and of course anything she liked must be cherished. But also... The fey had never before thought of the future, or indeed about time and its passing - at all. As they reclined onto a tree branch, watching the pair below share their essence with each other, a thought formed into their mind. "What happens next?" And they felt afraid. The Flower That Forgets The maiden's love had withered, but they fey's had not. Watching the laughter fade, the gaze that was once like liquid sunlight grow hollow and distant was unbearable. If the shadow came back, would that make the maiden happy again? Would there be song and stardust rains and warm lightness again? The Eldest were watching the maiden, but they were not watching the unnamed fey slipping through secret paths between realms and into shadow. For eons, the nameless fey lived in the place where colours never existed, hushed and wispy, watching over the shadow that the maiden used to love. They found it harder and harder to remember what it had been like, before. They began to change. All the while, they watched and listened, wrapped themselves in an umbral cloak and heard it whisper its secrets. Something was afoot. The maiden's will was like a scythe among the mortals, crumbling their dreams of greatness to ash and lost memory. Was it a punishment? Or why else would the maiden concern herself with such affairs? Time passed. A whisper tinted with laughter - not light and joyful like the maiden's, but mocking and cruel. A number. A bargain. What was the prize? No answer. The number grew. Was it almost time? There were hidden layers, and the fey feared for the maiden. Time to leave the shadows. And so. A Court of Wildflowers - RP sample - read after the extended background:
It was the evening meal, where all the family came together to share sustenance. 'Evening' was still a new thing to Ta Bayang, as were most things in this place. How the humans did certain things at certain times, when the light in the sky told them; the things they ate, the things they wore on their bodies, the things they lived in, the things in their hands - so many things in their hands! Even their name - Ta Bayang - or the idea of 'name'. because the others needed something to call them.
The man at the head of the table begins the prayer. His relationship with the head of the family eludes Ta Bayang right now; humans had such a complicated web connecting them and it was hard to follow the rules at the best of times - who was related to whom, and who had seniority, and who had more or less power, and authority, and... A heavy sigh, drawing a chiding look from Elder Brother Daneel (and that is another strange thing, Ta Bayang knows that their own age in human is years is far, far greater than that of this human, yet somehow he gets called ‘elder’!) . "Elk Father, bless our hunters and fishers, keep the wild beasts away from our flocks and our crops. Let the bounty of the land be plentiful and the weather mild. We honour you with prayer and with our devotion. We keep the old ways and we respect your domain." He clears his throat, avoiding looking at Ta Bayang as he continues in a slightly different tone. "Kindly Ones, turn your gaze from our insignificant affairs. Forgive us our trespass, we do not wish to offend. We honour you with offerings." That last bit Ta Bayang knows all too well, since they are the ones tasked with bringing the small basket of food and shiny trinkets every full moon to a secluded spot in the nearby forest and leaving it on a tree stump surrounded by a circle of mushrooms. With the prayer finished, everyone begins to eat. The food is terrible, leaving a heavy taste in Ta Bayang’s mouth. Slowly, steadily, they reach towards the sugar jar. Elder Sister Oksana reaches out to slap their hand away reflexively, but snatches back her own as she remembers; it would be best not to scold the adopted fey creature, not unless she wanted her best shoes turned into something unspeakable. Ta Bayang would turn it back into shoes after a while, of course. If they remembered how. ”There’s news from Restov.” The man at the head of the table is large, both in his physical form and in the air of power he exudes. He has a bit of magic, what the humans call the things that the fey just do, mostly spells for animals and plants. He also has a great salt-and-pepper beard that covers half his chest, so bushy that Ta Bayang wonders how many grigs could nest in there. Elder Brother, both Elder Sisters, Auntie and Other Auntie all turn to look at him, which is the distraction that Ta Bayang needs to stuff the contents of the sugar jar into their mouth. Goals:
Primary goal To save Nyrissa from her curse.
Secondary goal: To ensure that Nyrissa does NOT topple the thousandth kingdom. Tertiary goal: To help preserve most of the wildness of the Stolen Lands and/or create protected enclaves of untouched nature and fey. |
