About Transient.Transient:
Male Duergar Aberrant (with Crystal Warrior)Aegis 1 Chaotic Good Medium Humanoid (Dwarf) OR Aberration, whichever is beneficial Initiative; +1 Perception +10 --------------------
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Speed 30 ft
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Str 20 (18 +2 Enhancement)
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Racial Traits - Duergar
Skills Acrobatics - +1 (+1 Dex - 0 Ranks - Class Skill)
Combat Gear Large Dwarf Waraxe, Heavy Wood Shield, Armoured Kilt
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Oaths Oath of Offerings (Gain 7 Points) - Offer up at least half your wealth by level (or by party) to another source. If this is refused then lose all abilities gained.
Aegis Abilities Astral Suits (3 Customization Points) - Form a suit of one of several kinds, which can be dismissed as a free action. These suits can be changed by 8 hours of meditation.
Akashic Veils Rapture of the Gods - Create a heavy shield that grants the Shield Bash and Two Weapon Fighting feats while in use. Any enhancement to it's attack as a weapon also enhances its defence. Every point of Essence invested adds +1d4 sonic damage.
Favoured Class Bonus - +1/4 Damage Reduction [spoiler=Clear]
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Racial Traits - Construct
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Sighted - See everything within 40ft regardless of conditions, except for invisible objects.
Appearance:
Transient is the perfect picture of the Druegar warrior - grinning, bald and covered in scar tissue. His skin is the colour of blue ash and has rippling muscle - often without him noticing - beneath it. The racial insanity of his people shines in his large, brass eyes which no one ever get to see thanks to the goggles of bronze and leather and smoked glass. Wide in the shoulder as any human, and tall for his kin at almost five feet, Transients ash-black beard is neatly combed and braided with bronze chains.
It is rare to see Transient out of his Astral Armour - he sleeps in the Skin form, lives in the Armour form and dreams of the Juggernaut form. Only when he bathes - which is surprisingly often, with a rigorous, almost fanatical regularity - does the suit come off. Heavy scars run across his rippling grey skin, and a large scar covers part of his head and the left side of his eye that makes the skin there pale and unhealthy. The Skin form is a set of tight fitting leather, with strands of crystalline material running through them, creating a fairly impressive site. It takes the form primarily of trousers with an open vest, leaving his arms, hands, head and feet bare. Clear positions itself as his belt buckle. The Armour form creates heavy opalescent plates in a dwarf style with gleaming ruby runes, forming a breastplate with a thick, heavy collar with bracers and shin guards that extend over the the top of his feet, a heavy leather kilt defending him the knees. Clear forms a shoulder pad on the left side. The rarely seen Juggernaut form takes the form an entirely suit of opalescent plates that covers his entire form, with a heavy spectacle helmet with a mail skirt, his upper arms and legs being covered. Transient is rarely seen without his axe and shield. The shield is a plane kite shield with bronze runes written in giant, dwarvern and draconic around its edges, nonsense words that make no sense tot hose who can read them. The same is true of his axe - when he takes it up - but the runes gleam and crackle with psionic power. In fact, any weapon he takes up gain these runes, so long as his armour is active in some form. Wearing metal jewellry of bronze, silver and copper, studs in his left ear of all three metals and a brass stud with a ruby in his nose. Thanks to his fanatical self-cleaning Transient smells of whatever soap his happens to have bought this time, the scent of which doesn seem to especially matter to him. He talks in a deep baritone fitting of his barrel chest, and occasionally with another voice as he does. Personality:
Madness is the Druegar’s nature, and Transient is no exception, bar when he is. He has heard the songs of his people, taken the knowledge given by his parents, and been changed by it in the womb before awareness and self could even be, the chants and prayers needed to keep the things below asleep running through his head but never escaping his lips, oh no, for to escape his lips is to pry the prison, and escape the void below.
This silence, compared to most Druegar, makes Transient seem far more stable than most of his kindred. That he doesn’t wear Druegar garb seems to help a bit as well - indeed, his opalescent armour often gives quite a different impression, to those who aren’t as familiar with his people. Transient is happy to allow this impression to stand. They need not know. They need not have their sleep filled with the things he does. Although ugly and blunt, Transient is a talker, and surprisingly good at convincing people to do what he wants. The axe is almost always his second plan, except when violence is the best choice, or because it’s the fun one, or because the blood must flow to bind the seals. But not on him. It can not stain what is not there. Backstory:
They say I am so insane that only the mad could disagree, but I don’t think they’re right. Madness is to ignore the realities of the world, to sleep deeply where the things below the bottom of existence watch your dreams and taste your nightmares.
It started for me as it does for my people, in the womb, as the songs of my parents sunk into my heart and the screams of the ancestors who looked with there own eyes upon things they could not see sank into my bones, there voice becoming mine as I screamed within. The Druegar find this normal, and an introduction the world as it is. I joined my people in the mines, searching for the crystals that we seek for the engines we must build to keep what must remain asleep in the deepest slumber, the thankless toil we endure so that others know peace. And you do know peace, burdened only by fears of war, or starvation, or disease. You don’t feel the claws in your souls, the rends and scratches they leave, seeping your being into the depths. But there, I found clarity. A clear stone that knew life, psionic essence fused with mineral to give a form of existence beyond flesh. I took up my tools and carved it from the rock, and it whispered to me new truths, reformed old thoughts and added new lines to the songs to bind. It showed me the surface world, that perhaps the thing that slumbers could descend so far into the dark that it can emerge from the darkness above. It made things Clear, and so it was named as it was freed. I spoke these truths to my brethren, but they would not hear them. I begged them to listen but they could not believe that the prison we sang could push the thing into other places, that its dreams could become so deep that they form an escape. They said I was mad. Yes, even the insane believed me mad. I can see your confusion, but it is true. There are paths to the upper world from the depths. Missions for resources we could not scavenge in the deep - slaves, for example. I joined one, and then left, journeying higher until I found the surface. When I left the caves I saw the sky - infinite blackness, speckled with light - and i knew that what I had been told was true. In the depths of darkness is power and by forcing the thing below into the deepest slumber perhaps another door would open for it. Now I must journey, keeping pure and clean in this world of light, finding how to chain the sky as well as the depths, and how to prove it is needed. - Extract from a burnt journal found at a campsite.
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