He sighs, and looks over at Krovax. Compared to him, the aasimar might have stood taller if he could, but they were arguably similar in stature, though Toral might have an upper hand in body. However, the outsider had heavier armor, bearing sculpted plate all over his body, with a sigil of where his powers might have originally oriented on obvious centerpiece.
He shakes his head, and his green eyes dart over to his tools as he puts them back from whence they came. "I don't enjoy that thought, much as it makes things economic. I lost my assistant once, and I won't risk it again. I'd wager we follow through on your plan after we find a place where his screams won't bother anyone, and then we can move on to a priest if he doesn't squeal loud enough." He turns to Opal. "Remember what I used to say, Opal? Caution first, always."
It -does- appear that way, doesn't it? No intention of that, was simply circumstance.
Although, we may be plotting other devious things. I'm trying to remember where I found some rules for torturing people, but I don't think I can find them in actual PF source material...
Toral seems rather fine to keep to himself for the time being. The Aasimar smiles, almost devilishly (fitting, he'd put for company), and just stepped forward slightly. Clearing his throat, he brushed back the ebony hair behind his ears, and looked to the others.
"I'm mostly in agreement, except for the part where you're not gathering any actual information. The first part requires the completion of the last note - a secure location. If you can give me that, notably, some place quiet, I am sure I can extract every mortal sin the man has and ever will commit, along with what he knows about the man in question."
He moves to his pack, kept snugly across his back, and lays down what normally might conceal thieves' tools - but in the place of lockpicks and other goods, were a masterwork set of torturing devices.
"I'd also like it if we could grab one of their priests, also. Different men for a different task, and it'd be beneficial. That and I'd love the chance to play with a girl who wants to redeem me for my sins. It's almost like old times..." he ends longingly.
I just got home from an emergency that left me without any form of access. Yes, I wasn't home for quite a while - a friend who lives about 8 hours away, someone very dear to me, was hospitalized, and I said I'd stay there long as I could afford to.
Now I'm back, and I'm ready to continue. His sheet is done, I'm just trying to recall how to upload it into Google for everyone's safe viewing.
On noticing Opal besides him, his face glows for a moment - at least something good had turned from all of this, and his work was not for naught.
The aasimar would clasp her jaw gently, almost delicately, and brought her to face him, eye to eye. He smiled brightly enough to take in the pleasures of her view, her attire, her radiance one might say. In fact, Toral just smiled simply after because of this. He leaned in to talk low, almost whispering.
"I see you are still here, my work of art. You may act appropriately, and do scoot closer - I want to commit so many more sins by simply sitting here, after all this time. It's boring. We're apparently 'the help.' Oh - and you may speak as normal."
Snickering after, he'd release her, and give himself a more relaxed pose, hand fiddling with a bit of fabric on the end of the table.
Toral walks slowly, calmly, into the room as he's led by the worthless servant sent to fetch him. If they'd known anything about the man, they'd have kept Opal around to help him with whatever he'd tasked - not that she was a servant, per se, but surely her company was superior to anything given out by the likes of these people, demons, devils, or whatever they were.
The Baroness, eh? Let's see what she has to say. I wager she's worth about as much as her servants, since they're half incompetent and half appearances. Hope the food's decent, or I might have to go cook it myself.
With little else left, he noted the three already seated - a woman with heritage polarized to his own, which gave him a grin to think about; a man who had apparently made himself known as a general; and a man who had raised his glass and drank it swiftly. It was almost something out of a dream, that one might organize such people.
He overheard the drinking man address himself as a Lord and state his name, and it was here that Toral gave a light laugh, moving to seat himself at a seat with openings for others on either side of him, where he would sit in a manner most mocking of the ordeals around him - he'd never been one for exaggerated finery - and clasped the goblet in his hand.
"First things first, I suppose. Name's Toral of House Lyonset, also called the Corrupter of Janderhoff, and the Infector of Angels. Been a long time since I've been able to make that claim, though - nothing spectacular, I assure you, save a couple notables - and I do indeed who beseeches myself, as well as all of us, into their service? Because I do not serve lightly, though I will pay back my debt, and no further."
The aasimar brushes back his hair, and just relaxes in his armor, already prepared to go forth - as though he were anxious to undo the debt made without his permission. Nobody would ever hear that complaint, though.
Hm. Nah, no hole on the floor. Just the typical tip-in-the-rug thing, but nothing serious. I said I had my gear, when you said otherwise, s'all. That's what I was worried about.
I totally messed up. My post is huge and inaccurate because I read the intro, went to do something else, came back and posted and forgot the entire thing. I have much apologies to make for that. That said, maybe I can fix this. Maybe.
There is no such thing as sadness if you've never known joy. Let the suffering of my foes bring me power, for I revel in their cries, their screams. Death is too good for me, so it may seem - that is why they burned me. Burned me alive, so I could feel the torture I gave unto others. Little do they know, that -
He woke up. His memories flooded into his head, his mind spinning as everything came to fruition. He sat up in luxurious sheets, now that he was of the right mind and mentality to accept it. There was something odd, indeed. He was alive. Alive, when he was surely dead.
He checked his body - over his heart, where they'd carved a symbol of their god, he now had a brand instead - one that had left its mark apparent on his sculpted chest, something that he recalled someone enjoyed, someone who-
Opal. If she's dead, and not returned, then I have to start over. Start from scratch. So much work into a single entity, and all tossed aside.
He noted his change in clothing. It disturbed him - too many sensations that left guilty pleasures, one might say, and he immediately leapt to his things, to check everything - his body, now that he tested it the hard way, seemed to be more fit than he had departed, and he flexed his muscles, stretching. This led to exercises that lasted a good hour of his morning before he went back to the issues at hand.
He had to find out where he was. With that on his mind, he'd begin to re-equip everything he owned, set it aside, and piled all the gear he needed. The blade sat on his back, and he just... grinned. Grinned wide. It felt good, to have the presence returned, and the armor fitted, and the plates clinking in anticipation. Much as he wanted to stay and be comfortable, there was work to be done - and a celestial to slay.
He began composing weapon drills in his meantime, and at one point he became far too intense, and jabbed the blade into the floor, kneeling to rest upon it. Too much time spent apart made him rusty, made him weak. But he was alive, and that was all that mattered.
I start with this before racials, and I then add points accordingly :
18 (+2)
14
14 (+2)
12 (+2)
8
14 (+2)
That'd be the +2/+1/+2/+1/+2, using the above example. (Two +1s were applied to one stat.) If I'm wrong, PLEASE correct me. I really don't want to get this wrong!
EDIT: Correction below, thanks to input. Then, changed again as my build matured.
Final statline, with racials: 21/12/16/13/8/18
In other news: I averaged HP for the time being. It also looks like we're pretty balanced, overall, and two antipaladins working in concert might be enough evil to be labeled as 'major evil' by aura defaults!
