EIDOLON CR 2
Male Biped (Claws)
NE Medium Outsider
Init +3; Senses Darkvision (60 feet); Perception +0
AC 22, touch 12, flat-footed 20 (+2 Dex, +8 natural, +2 shield)
Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +7
Defensive Abilities Evasion, Shielded Meld
Spd 35ft. Fly 35. ft.
Claw x2 (Claws) +10 x2 (1d4+6+1d6fire/20/x2) 10ft. reach
Claw x2 (Claws) +10 x2 (1d4+6+1d6fire/20/x2) 5ft. and
Unarmed Strike +7 (1d3+4/20/x2)
Str 23, Dex 13, Con 13, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 18
Base Atk +2; CMB +6; CMD 17
Feats Arcane Strike, Power Attack, Fleet, Escape Route
Skills Bluff +8, Knowledge (Planes) +4, Knowledge (Arcana) +4 fly +15
Arcane Strike As a swift action, add +1 damage, +1 per 5 caster levels and your weapons are treated as magic for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction.
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only).
Evasion (Ex) No damage on successful reflex save.
Same Gear as Fargo, Armor non functioning.
Teon isFargo. But Fargo uninhibited. Free to give reign to his needs. Fargo will run from a fight he knows he can not win. Teon will also. But Teon has the power to ensure that those who have excepted Fargo will also make it out alive.
With his Eidelon summoned, Fargo's appearance changes. Teon is both muscular and bulky. He stands almost seven feet tall. A pot belly contrasts with muscular arms and chest. The goatee is instead a furry chin, the fur running down his neck to his shoulders and across the tops of his arms. The fur is jet black. His ears a pointed, set very high on his head and turned corward. His skin, though still the color of human flesh, has a reddish cast. His mouth elongates slightly to a muzzle like shape, but are filled with teeth useless for combat. Long thin claws grow from each finger and a spur of bone like substance protrudes from his lower legs up past his knee. He often wears long robes, but a closer inspection reveals them to be furled wings . Finally, his forehead hosts a glowing rune, a point of some kind. It might be a stylized arrowhead or some sort of twisted leaf. Familiarity however, would lead one to conclude that it is a single tongue of flame.
The first summoning:
Fargo was ecstatic. He was sure he finally had the last piece of the puzzle. Summoning black mastiffs and fire beetles had served him well enough, but no longer would he be limited to summoning creatures to give him time to run away. No after today he would be able to summon enough power to stand up to those idiots who had been making his life miserable since he was a child.
Fargo finished the his chanting and threw the last of the powder into the circle chalked on the floor of the forgotten cellar in the house where he and his mother had a room. Nothing appeared, just a shimmer of darkness, like a heat haze that ate the light. A low smooth voice spoke
“You have called me with the ancient rights. You wish me now to walk beside you, unbound from the normal fetters of those who cross over? Here only to enact your will.”
“No,” replied the young Half-Elf. “I want to make your power my own. I want to have the power to protect myself, not to have others protect me.”
“The old way. So seldom done any longer. Are you sure little half blood. With my form, you will be powerful. But you will not have the benefit of my knowledge. I know so much that could bring you power.”
“This is the way I want it. I want to bring myself power.”
“Very well then. Step into the circle and I will join my form to yours.
Fargo hesitated a moment. He knew that once he joined with this creature, there was no going back. If the authorities or the church found out what he was doing here, he would be hunted and put to death. “If I do it,” he thought, “I will be able to become powerful enough that they can not take me. So then let them hunt me, if they find out.” Fargo stepped into the circle.
“I am Fargo Drinog,” he thought as the haze surrounded him, “and I will have power.”
“We are Teon,” he thought, as a rune glowed on his forehead. “And we are power.”
Teon looked at the blood on his claws. Jak, Ranolf, and Huong had been the worst of his tormentors growing up and the most interested in continuing their taunts and blows as they matured. Teon had followed them after they left the tavern late in the night and head for their homes. Coming to area that was deserted, Teon struck, running up and beginning to beat them. He intended to beat them until they were senseless and leave them, leave them there to suffer. But then a though came to him as he was lashing out with his fist. “Why leave it at a beating. He really should explore the full potential of his new form. Besides, it was a risk to have those who knew that Teon existed. Much better if no one was able to talk.”
Fists opened up to unleash claws. He used his new fangs as well, enjoying the new taste of blood. In a remarkably short time, Jak, Ranolf, and Huong, were almost unrecognizable. What had happened tonight might very well be blamed on an animal. “Excellent thought Teon, “This is everything I wanted and more.” “Excellent indeed,” replied the tiniest whisper of a thought. “I am glad we are pleased.”
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