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Talivar Tamexo


Human Sorcerer 10 | HP 29 / 52 AC 19 (Mage Armor) T14 FF16 | CMB + 4 CMD 18 | F +7 R +9 W +12 | init +7 | Resource Tracker


Appraise +12 Bluff +18 Diplomacy +15 Kn:Arcarna +15 Kn:Geography +15 Kn:Planes +15 Perception +21 Spellcraft +16 Stealth +7 Prof:Sailor +8 Prof:Soilder +7








Common, Dwarven, Elven, Infernal

Strength 9
Dexterity 16
Constitution 12
Intelligence 16
Wisdom 14
Charisma 21

About Talivar Tamexo

I remember that fateful day in early Gozran like it was yesterday. It had rained the previous night and the grass was bejeweled with dew and it squelched under my feet as I walked to the chicken coup at the end of the garden. The crisp air had the scent of pine and ironwood mingled in with the smell of chickens and something else I couldn’t quite place. I glanced back at the house, the window to Maria’s study was open, she must have forgotten to close it. I still had to pinch myself to believe we were married, it had been 6 years now and I still felt like the cat who had got the cream! I sighed, she worked far too hard, a one woman crusade trying to stop the rampant exploitation of Darkmoon Vale.

If you asked me the Lumber Consortium cared only about money and the Senate in Almas cared only about the navy’s ironwood supply. Between the naval wars with Cheliax and the expedition across the Arcadian Ocean their need for ironwood was insatiable, so what if the last tree would be gone in a generation. That didn’t deter Maria in the slightest, she was going to put the world to rights starting now. Listening to her, I could almost believe it, if anyone could get the knuckle heads to listen it was her. There was a meeting of concerned citizens that evening and, somehow Maria had persuaded a representative of the freejacks and Kreed’s right hand Payday to attend. That would be one interesting meeting!

Absentmindedly I bent down to open the chicken coup before recoiling in horror! In front of me was the remains of Maria’s old dog Shep, it looked like somebody had run him though, leaving a messy wound. A dreadful premonition struck me, the House! Maria and my daughter Alayna were still sleeping. I raced back, this was Kreed’s doing! Warning us off no doubt. ”Maria! Wake up They’ve killed Shep!” I bellowed as I ran up the stairs and stopped dead. Heart thumping in my chest I saw her kneeling, bloodied and bruised on the landing. Next to her was a man in peculiar red armor, it glistened strangely like the carapace of an insect. He was holding a pair of the strangest swords you’ve ever seen, jet black and wickedly serrated.

With a preternatural calm he laughed, ”You called that mutt Shep? How ridiculous!” before telling my wife coldly, ”No Mrs Tamexo, it doesn't matter how much money your family might be able to raise. A contract is a contract. We won’t harm Alayna, much. Its is an honor to serve in the Sivlamlik. Good bye.” ”No!” I screamed as he raised his swords. I barrelled towards him, but suddenly the world was full of stars and I was flying down the stairs. I landed awkwardly in a heap, he had backhanded me like a child! Maria whimpered and suddenly those sabers descended with sickening force, and her head bounced down the stairs. Dazed by the pain and tears I stared at it agog.

In one fluid motion the man flung the unconscious form of my daughter Alayna over his shoulder and bounded down the stairs. He contemptuously planted one foot on my broken ribs and wiped his blades on my shirt. For a long moment he stared at me, although his image is burned into my retina I’m not sure I could describe him. He looked so very, average. Without the armour if you saw him in the street you wouldn’t look twice. I was convinced I was about to kill me, but then he snorted in contempt as I lost control of my bladder. ”Guess what? It’s your lucky day!” he told me brightly, ”You’re not in the contract. Cheerio!” With that he sauntered out and closed the door. That was the last I ever saw of him or my daughter.

I’m not sure how long I laid there, staring at the wreckage of my wife, the most beautiful wonderful person I had ever known. At first I was numb from shock but then the cloying smell of blood and voided bowls shook me back to reality. I felt my gorge rise and I tasted acid and bile. A cold rage took me, and something brittle snapped within me. It felt like my life was over and I’d fallen below the icy surface of a frozen lake and I was staring up into the receding light above. My breath started to smoke as the temperature plummeted. Unbidden ice sprayed from my hands out over the wallpaper, causing it to frost over. I felt a tingling on the tips of my fingers but strangely they were unaffected despite being heavily encrusted with frost. My distress had somehow forced opened a channel to some vast boreal sea! That my apotheosis happened thus seemed the cruelest irony, too late to save either my darling wife or our precious daughter.

Later I learned that my wife's callous slayer was a member of that profane organisation, the Red Mantis Assassins. That such an organisation exists makes me seethe with rage. Every time I think about it, my blood runs cold and my footsteps are frosted with ice, evidence of my frozen heart. With Maria dead and Alayna stolen, there was nothing to keep me in The Hollow. I thought of revenge, but who was I kidding? Kreed had all the money and the power, untouchable just like that damned assassin. Maria was buried that afternoon, with a congregation of myself and Lady Cirthana the priestess, nobody else dared to attend. I couldn’t face coming back to the house, I didn’t even pack. I caught the first boat south to Almas where I had family and drowned my sorrows for a while.

Of course the answer wasn’t to be found at the bottom of a glass. By degrees I began to wonder what I might do next, it was clear I had become a kind of cryomancer but my connection to that frigid ocean was ill suited for peaceful activities. As the third son, the family shipbuilding business didn't have much use for me. Still there was a strong family tradition in the Andorann navy, one of my uncles had been a commodore. Without any better options I signed up, it seemed fitting. It was towards the end of my second tour of duty, while seconded to the Andorann embassy in Cassomir, that I heard the rumors. Something was to be done about the Mantis! I was terribly excited, perhaps Alayna wasn’t lost forever! Perhaps Maria would know vengence! I resigned my commission at once and signed on as a guard for a merchant boat heading up the mighty river Sellan.

I had numerous adventures on the way, river pirates, aquatic monsters, weeks of chef’s dodgy cooking… Some day I’ll tell you more about this but for now I’ll say this, I was very happy when I finally saw the Endowhar river boats and I don’t particularly get on… While this journey was drawing to a close I was sure another far grander one was about to begin. All I had to do was get an audience with Queen Edasseril in Iadara the, City of Mists. Surely that would be easy, rumor had it the monarchs gathered there where see seeking the bold and the brave. Of course being a human in a city of elves, this was no mean feat. Still I had nothing to lose by trying and everything to gain. Perhaps I thought, Lady Luck would smile on my endeavor and I would be reunited with my Daughter. I’m no fool, I knew I would have to be very lucky indeed but the Desnans have a saying, luck favors the bold. No matter how daunting it seemed, I knew what I had to do.

Combat Vignette:
It was the wee small hours and the gentle rocking of the barge was threatening to lull me off to sleep, yet I was sweating for this was bandit country! The mighty Sellan didn't always run straight, on the plains it had a habit of meandering in great switchbacks bordered by reed banks and marshland. This section was particularly sluggish and the bandits had been stalking them for days, their red sailed sloop hanging back just out of range, waiting.

Ever since we saw them, the skipper was convinced they were going to try something and had set double watches. As a result everyone was on edge, but days of anticipation had dulled their edge. On the edge of nodding off, I forced my bleary eyes open and scanned the gently burbling moonlit river for what felt like the thousandth time. Of course there was nothing to see or hear apart from the odd night lark, but wait! What was that?!

Suddenly wide awake now, I noticed the moonlight glistening from the wake of something large swimming towards the barge! No make that several large somethings. Snatching up the bell clapper I worked it back and forth, the brassy sound seeming impossibly loud yet entirely inadequate as it smashed the solitude of the river. A grumbling from behind was overpowered by a roar to the front as half a dozen giant crocodiles powered up and onto the barge! Their forms suddenly shifted, taking on the form of heavily armed pirates!

Biting back an oath, I reached for my connection to that endless Boreal Sea. Despite the warmth of the night, I could feel the ice forming on my fingertips. Pushing harder I was rewarded with a sudden geyser of supercooled liquid, which jetted from my outstretched fingers to spray all over the nearest pirate! Some of it splashed onto the one behind him too and the pair roared in pain and alarm as the freezing water soaked them, instantly making their clothes stiff with ice. A beautiful but deadly patina of frost enveloped the men, causing their movements to become sluggish as the cold burned their skin just as surely as fire!

The crew were roused now and a short but brutal melee ensued. The pair that I doused were quickly dispatched and unceremoniously tossed back into the river, where they sunk below the waves never to return. The remaining four pirates had the first mate and several of the crew at bay. I reached once more, spraying the largest one, a brute of a man with a great two-handed Falchion, full in the chest! He gasped as the liquid froze all over him instantly numbing his arms and torso. Some of the frigid liquid splashed onto the pirate next to him with much the same effect. This was all the distraction that was needed and in moments the first mate had disarmed and disemboweled the brute, followed shortly by the crew hacked the remaining pirates to pieces.

A victory of sorts, yet our red sailed pursuer was still there shadowing us and several of the crew had been injured. Somehow I knew this was far from the last engagement and over the next three nights they attacked five times. We weren't always as lucky as the first night, injuries and lack of sleep soon too their toll. The first mate was killed on the third attack and by the time dawn rose on the fourth day more than half the crew were either dead or wounded. This had become a war of attrition and where were losing…

Feeling glum I stared out over the water. Thin streamers of vapor where rising where the first rays of the sun shone on the Sellen. Within a few minutes a tenuous mist clung in a shallow layer just above the water. This gave me an idea. Wearily I got up and staggered over to captain Hannigan. ”Captain”, I said, ”We can’t carry on like this.” He nodded with a haunted look in his eye, the loss of the first mate had shaken him badly. I pointed to a distant line glinting across the plain and asked, ”Captain is that a tributary?” He nodded, feeling emboldened I asked, ”Can we go up there, even if just for a short way?” “Aye, maybe a hundred yards, but why?” “See how the mist hangs over the river, obscuring sight. What if it was much much thicker?” “Oh I see, you can do that can you?” I scratched my chin as I replied, “Aye I can summon a real pea soup fog.” Hannigan nodded, ”If we did it right, they’d just pass on by, but surely they’d realize their mistake?” “I’m not thinking of running Captain. Don’t know about you, but I think I’ve had enough of that.” Once again Hannigan nodded, and I continued, ”What if we were to tie a stout rope between two trees just under the waterline and they sail over at speed?” Hannigan’s eyes grew wide, ”Damn. That is one vicious idea Tamexo, remind me not to get on the wrong side of you. Good chance that’d snap their rudder or even capsize depending on how fast they were going. Hell, lets do it, what have we got to lose?”

Hannigan turned to a sailor and bellowed, ”Jacobs! Organize a detail and get that rope into the dinghy, we’re going big game fishin!” Something dangerous flickered across the Sailor’s eyes, hope. They scurried into action and in less than half a bell, we were ready. The pirates were still following us of course like a bad smell, perhaps half a mile away obscured by a thicket of trees. Our barge had been nosed into that nameless tributary waiting, while I was out on the dinghy trying to concentrate despite the rocking. It took longer than I liked but I reached once more for the that fridgid boreal sea and pulled and pulled! The water started to bubble softly and a thin meniscus of ice formed as the temperature plummeted. A great bank of fog arose, smelling of the sea, so thick I could barely see my hands before my face.

”All right Jacobs, row us out of this” I whispered, despite our enemy being well out of earshot. The trap was set but now I had to place the bait. This was going to be the tricky bit, a volunteer had swum to the far bank to act as a look out. He told us he'd make the sound of a duck to tell us the enemy were rounding the corner. I was then to summon a mirage of our boat speeding up the Sellen. It would require all my concentration, but if they fell for it, it would be glorious. For what seemed like forever I waited, although it can't have been more than a few minutes. Suddenly there was a distant Quack Quack! Once more I dug deep and visualized the barge in my mind's eye. It was hard to tell if it was working, until Jacobs suddenly swore, ”It looks so real!” To me of course it was phantom, insubstantial as the wind. With a mental push I set it off at a fair clip up river. The die was cast, would they fall for it?

Nothing happened at first but then I heard the sound of drums and oars in the water! They’d swallowed our deception hook line and sinker! The pirates entered a bloodthirsty chant as their oars scythed through the water, propelling them along at great speed. They were positively flying as they entered the fog bank and the world held it’s breath as they approached the submerged rope. There was a sudden rending noise and a great shout from the rowers as their forward momentum was violently checked. The water turned to froth and the bow of their sleek boat plunged into the water as men were sent flying.

Jacobs strained at the oars, sending our little dinghy leaping towards their stricken boat. With a shout we jumped aboard and Hannigan cut us a bloody path with his saber! With a roar their captain, a huge barrel chested man with one eye and a wickedly sharp cutlass ran towards us, cursing as he went. With my mind I reached for that beautiful sword and imagined it plunged into a frigid mass of ice. A tracery of frost suddenly formed upon it, and in a flash it became incredibly cold. The man swore, dropping with a clang on the deck. Taking full advantage, Hannigan suddenly lunged, his sword spitting him. The enemy captain sunk to his knees as he stared at the yard of steel piercing his chest with a look of horrified surprise!

Several pirates bellowed curses and charged at us, cutlasses waving. I answered with a stream of super cold water taking the lead pirate in the head, with a smaller trickle spraying over the pirate behind him. They screamed as their body heat was whisked away and their blood began to freeze! Jacobs and Hannigan made short work of the pair and as suddenly as it had started, the battle was over!

Talivar Tamexo
Male human sorcerer 10
CG Medium humanoid (human)
Init +7; Senses Perception +21
AC 19, touch 14, flat-footed 16 (+4 armor, +1 deflection, +3 Dex, +1 natural)
hp 52 (10d6+10)
Fort +7, Ref +9, Will +12
Resist cold 20
Speed 30 ft.
Melee light mace +4 (1d6-1)
Ranged light crossbow +8 (1d8/19-20)
Sorcerer Spells Known (CL 10th; concentration +15)
. . 5th (4/day)—icy prison[UM] (DC 21)
. . 4th (6/day)—dragon's breath[APG] (DC 20), shadow conjuration, wall of ice (DC 20), wandering star motes[APG] (DC 19)
. . 3rd (7/day)—dispel magic, fireball (DC 19), fly, gaseous form, haste, ice spears (DC 18)
. . 2nd (7/day)—acid arrow, burning arc (DC 18), burst of radiance (DC 18), glitterdust (DC 17), invisibility, mirror image, see invisibility
. . 1st (8/day)—burning disarm (DC 16), grease, hydraulic push[APG], mage armor, obscuring mist, silent image (DC 16), vanish[APG] (DC 16), windy escape[ARG]
. . 0 (at will)—arcane mark, dancing lights, detect magic, detect poison, light, mage hand, message, prestidigitation, ray of frost
. . Bloodline Marid
Str 9, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 14, Cha 21
Base Atk +5; CMB +4; CMD 18
Feats Chilling Amplification, Empower Spell, Eschew Materials, Improved Initiative, Intensified Spell[APG], Rime Spell[UM], Spell Focus (evocation), Spell Specialization[UM]
Traits - custom trait -, magical lineage, seeker
Skills Appraise +12, Bluff +18, Diplomacy +15, Knowledge (arcana) +15, Knowledge (geography) +15, Knowledge (planes) +15, Perception +21, Profession (sailor) +8, Profession (soldier) +7, Spellcraft +16, Stealth +7
Languages Common, Dwarven, Elven, Infernal
SQ betrayed, voidfrost robe
Combat Gear lesser extend metamagic rod, lesser selective metamagic rod[APG], runestone of power (2nd)[ACG], voidfrost robe[UE], reagent, urea (10); Other Gear mwk haramaki[UC], light crossbow, light mace, amulet of natural armor +1, belt of incredible dexterity +2, cloak of resistance +3, eyes of the eagle, headband of mental superiority +2, ring of protection +1, spell lattice (1st)[ACG], bedroll, belt pouch, blanket[APG], masterwork backpack[APG], silk rope (50 ft.)
Special Abilities
Betrayed When use Sense motive to gain hunch, roll twice (take low, can't reroll).
Blood Havoc (Sorcerer Bloodline Power [1st]) +1 dam per die for spells belonging to bloodline or spell focus school.
Blood Piercing +5 (Sorcerer Bloodline Power [9th], 2/day) Reduce energy resistance or SR of foe by listed amount.
Chilling Amplification When cast [cold] spell, can -1 to att or DC for -5 ft to speed and no 5 ft steps.
Empower Spell Numeric effects of a spell are increased 50%. +2 Levels.
Energy Resistance, Cold (20) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Cold attacks.
Eschew Materials Cast spells without materials, if component cost is 1 gp or less.
Intensified Spell You can cast a spell that can exceed its normal damage die cap by 5 (if you have the caster level to reach beyond that cap).
Marid You were born with the power of water genies, and the magic of the marids is strong in you.

Bonus Feats: Dodge, Empower Spell, Great Fortitude, Improved Initiative, Lightning Reflexes, Power Attack, Skill Focus (Knowledge {planes}), Weapon
Rime Spell Spell with the cold descriptor also entangles creatures if the spell damages them
Spell Focus (Evocation) Spells from one school of magic have +1 to their save DC.
Spell Specialization (Burning Arc) Pick one spell and cast it as if you were higher level
Voidfrost robe (1/day, DC 16) Burst of frigid air deals 2d6 cold dam in 20 ft radius (Ref half).

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Source Alchemy Manual pg. 33 (Amazon)
Price 5 sp; Weight —
Urea is a highly versatile reagent most commonly used in salves and as a stabilizer for particularly volatile alchemical reactions.
Power Component
Doses 4 (2 gp); Spells cold descriptor
Effect +1 caster level for the purpose of the effect

Appearance & Personality:
Talivar is tall and ruggedly handsome. He has black hear which is going grey early due to the stress of his loss and perhaps as aside effect of his bloodline. He will be found wearing comfortable walking clothes and is typically unarmed and unarmored. Talivar has a gift for dissembling and pulling a fast one but he's not a particularly good judge of character and since the death of his wife he's been terribly lonely feeling as if his heart has frozen.

A visual summary of his magic: Ice and fire from the shadows!

Party Role & probable build direction:
Talivar's theme is blasting and control with ice magic.