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About Yelex Blacktongue

Character: Yelex Blacktongue
Player: JD Barnes
Class: Necromancer
Level: 1
Race: Human
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Religion: Demonology
Experience: 0
Hit Points: 5

Strength 8 (-2)
Dexterity 16(+3)
Constitution 8(-2)
Intelligence 18 (+4)
Wisdom 12(+1)
Charisma 12(+1)

Foritude: -2
Reflex: +3
Will: +3
IInititive: +3
Base Attack Bonus: +0
Melee: -2 (Dagger: +4)
Ranged: +3 (Dagger +4)
Armor Class: 13

Class Skills:
Appraise: 8
Craft (Alchemy): 8
Fly: 7
Knowledge Arcana: 8
Linguistics: 8
Spellcraft: 8

Non-Class Skills:
Escape Artist: 4
Intimidate: 2
Sleight of Hand: 4

Feats:
Scribe Scroll
Weapon Finesse (dagger)
Arcane Strike (+1)
Spell Mastery

Specials:
Familiar
Martial Weapon KPorficiency - Scythe
Control 8 HD Undead/level
Grave Touch 1d6 (cold dam +1 per 2 levels)

Languages:
Celestial
Common

Equipment:
Scythe 2d4 (1)
Dagger 1d4 (3)
Money: 400gp

Necromancy Specailist Illusion/Enchantment prohibited
* signifies memorized
(m) Signifies mastery feat
(number) signifies number of scrolls prepared

o level: (3)
Resistance
Acid Splash
(1)Detect Poison
(2)Detect Magic
Read Magic
(1)Dancing Lights
Flare
(2)Light
*Ray of Frost
*Bleed
(2)Disrupt Undead
*Touch of Fatigue
(2)Mage Hand
Mending
Message
(1)Open/Close
(1)Arcane Mark
Prestidigitation

1 level: (3)
(2)Hold Portal
(2)Grease
(2)Obscuring Mist
(2)*Summon Monster 1(Undead)(M)
*Cause Fear(M)
Chill Touch
*Ray of Enfeeblement

Yelex comes from Korvosa where he rose quietly among the orders of the black magicians. Being poor, Yelex had to work twice as hard to achieve what others could simply pay for, and it is at this time that Yelex turned towards the darker arts of thievery, drug use, torture, and once he even participated in a grueling six hour long human sacrifice that culminated in a demonic possession. It was at this time that he earned the nickname “Blacktongue” as these vile spells seemed to slip easily from his tongue without error.

Yelex puts his lust for knowledge and power before anything else, and his ultimate goal is to destroy the world and everything in it. Until such time as that is possible (if ever) he intends to gain as much power and wealth as possible. He has many vices, including drug use and a real pleasure in inflicting pain on others, but only if it leads to a profitable end, otherwise it is a waste of his refined skills.

Yelex past is not secret, and he does not hide the evil he feels. If he has a secret, it is that at night he weeps in his sleep, the weeping of an innocent child who never had a chance at a normal life. Yelex will slay anyone who mocks or mentions the troubles Yelex has sleeping soundly. He knows it is a snap-shot of his untainted soul crying to get out, and that anyone who sees him for who he is, was, or could have been, is a threat.

Yelex wears dark crimson robes, and a belt of small bones, teeth, and animal skulls. He wears a sash across his waist made up of raven feathers.

No day thus far in Yelex' life has been typical, and this particular day has been less so than most. It began with the fencing of a stolen gem for a hefty sum (of 900gp - variation on the "rich parents" #9 social feat.) The eventual discovery by the members of the cabal the preceding night was sure to happen, so Yelex made his long-overdue departure from Korvosa.... But that was days ago...

... days later, he awakes in the early morning light after another restless night. His eyes blur from the bright morning light shining through open windows. The sun sparkles off the calmin dwn waves of the wharf. He cringes, and looks to the corner where he know his most faithful servant wait.

Indeed, there he stands, sentinal in black gauzy shrouds. His shapeless mass utterly still. In his hands is a scythe, dazzling in the morning rays. "Lock, my my flask..." he hisses, casting out a hand towards his minion, Lock-jaw. The being reacts quickly, and a shroud-wrapped hand holds out a small gilt flask. Quickly Yelex removes the stopper and brings the thick blue fluid to his lips. He closes his eyes, and his lips turn to first a smile, then a sneer. His eye-brows arch and the knuckles f his bony hands whiten like bone with his grip on the flask. When his eyes open there is a fire burning in them.

He soon makes his way into the common room and the ever-indomitable Saul Vancaskerkin, waves. Yelex sneers and ignores the fool as he makes his way outside. Today he will seek out a scribener's shoppe, where he will finally prepare the sheaf of scrolls he has long meant to compose. He turns to Lock at his heels, as usual. Yelex, at 6 ft tall towers over the rather dimutive 5' Lock, and seems to reach through the gauzey robes into Lock's chest. There is a clatter, as of bones, and a swift pull and Yelex holds his black-skinned spellbook in his hands. He forgets himself momentarily as he runs his hand across the soft leather. Returning it to its place, yelex turns and marches off towards the River District. 2 hours later, he is back in his room, bent over a table preparing scrolls. For six hours of concentration, he sits there painstakingly writing out twenty scrolls. These he carefully, and categorically, slides into his raven-feather'd sash. He snaps his fingers ion irritation and with a clattering, his minion holds his flask before him.

Refreshed, he is back on the street, this time to the seedier side of town. He is a necromancer first, but finds that alchemy is a fine mix with his arcane powers. Today he seeks out the poison brokers, and looks for ingredients for such things. In addition, the particular blue lip-staining ichor he imbibes requires very rare ingredients thqat he must purchase.

A questionable thug approached him from the shadows of an alley the River Runner Inn. The thug speaks. "Listen pigeon I can see you are looking for something down here, right? A soggy plum maybe?" He looks to hold up his hand in greeting, but Yelex spies the knife in his other hand. "Desist that prattle!" Yelex turns to him, his grating voice like a rockslide. (Intimidate +2 1d20=18 +20 woot!) The easy lad shrinks in fear before shaking his head and trying to regain composure. "That's all right lumber, no snikersnak here. Please, go on with ya." He backs away.

Finally it is late when he returns to his lodging. As he passes through the door, the black velvet bag covering Lock's scythe hangs in the sky and the moon's light shines through the bag, illuminating the crescent blade around the crescent moon. Yelex pauses in tableau, the room quietens for a second, smoke drifts, then billows as if a chill breeze passes through.

Then Saul rushes up. "You will attend my little event, no? You promise! I give you especial ticket, no?!" Again Yelex Blacktongue waves him away, but his rattling voice "I'll be there..." first makes Saul smile, but then he shivers...