About Zastin
Zastin - Slayer (Deliverer) 6, Crimson Assassin 1
Lawful Evil Medium Humanoid (Human Male)
Init +2; Senses Perception +18
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DEFENSE
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AC 20, touch 13, flat-footed 18 (+7 armor, +2 dex, +1 deflection)
HP 82 (6d10 + 1d8 + 14 con)
Fort +8, Ref +9, Will +4
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OFFENSE
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee Main Hand +1 Silversheen Sawtooth Sabre +7/+2 1d8+10 (crit 19-20 x2)
Melee Off Hand +1 Silversheen Sawtooth Sabre +7/+2 1d8+8 (crit 19-20 x2)
Ranged x10 Chakram +8 1d8+3
Crimson Assassin Spells Known (CL 3th)
1st (2/day) DC 13—Longarm, Vanish
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STATISTICS
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Str 16, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 14
Base Attack +6; CMB +9; CMD 21
Feats Alertness, Power Attack, Weapon Focus (Sawtoothed Sabre), Combat Reflexes, Extra Slayer Talent: Improved TWF
Traits Armor Master, Magical Knack (Crimson Assassin)
Armor Check Penalty 0
Favored Class Slayer (6/6 new Slayer Talent, Ranger Combat Style: Double Slice)
Skills Acrobatics +10 (5), Bluff +10 (5), Climb +7 (1), Disguise +10 (5), Escape Artist +6 (1), Heal +5 (1), Knowledge (local) +4 (1), Knowledge (geography) +4 (1), Knowledge (nature) +4 (1), Knowledge (nobility) +4 (1), Knowledge (religion) +4 (1), Perception +18 (7), Sense Motive +12 (6), Stealth +12 (7), Survival +5 (+7 track) (1), Swim +11 (5)
LanguagesCommon
Equipment +1 Mithril Breastplate, x2 +1 Silversheen Sawtooth Sabre, x10 Chakram, Spell Component Pouch, Eyes of the Eagle/Deathwatch Lenses, Ioun Torch, Cloak of Resistance +1, +1 Ring of Protection, Explorer's Outfit, Dagger, Club, Handy Haversack, Wand of Cure light Wounds (50), x2 Spring Loaded Wrist Sheath, Battle Mask, Backpack, Bedroll, Belt Pouch, Flint and Steel, Iron Pot, Manacles, Mess Kit, Rope (50), Torches (10), Trail Rations (15 days), and Waterskin.
Cash 130pp 8gp
Encumbrance Light (63 lbs)
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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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Weapon Focus +1 attack bonus with selected weapon
Alertness +2 to perception and sense motive skills.
Power Attack -2 to attack roll to deal +4 damage.
Combat Reflexes Gain extra AOO per round equal to Dex modifier.
Extra Slayer Talent Choose a additional Slayer talent (Improved TWF)
Skilled +1 skill point per level.
Armor Expert Reduce armor check penalty by 1.
Magical Knack +2 to caster level for Crimson Assassin.
Studied Target Gain +2 to hit and damage vs. up to two targets.
Track +1/2 his level (minimum 1) to Survival skill checks made to follow tracks.
Sneak Attack +3d6 damage when opponent is flat footed or flanked.
Determined Zeal +2 to Will and Diehard for 1 round when attacking a creature two steps from own alignment.
Slayer Talent: Ranger Combat Style (TWF) Gain a feat from the Ranger TWF combat style.
True Believer Not Staggered and don't auto lose 1 hit point per round when attacking a creature two steps from own alignment.
Sabre Fighting Gain Weapon Specialization with Sawtooth Sabre
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BACKSTORY
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Zastin Duraun of Akleta, he stands a couple inches above 6 foot, with a muscular build at a modest 200 pounds. He has bleached his long greasy hair and beard white and his eyes are constantly bloodshot brown, sunken in and dark circles surround them as if he can never sleep well. He seeks tireless revenge against the assassins that killed his wife and daughter 3 years previous and all people associated with them. Any clues he can gain on their whereabouts and movements are always followed up on with haste. His only "friend" is "Mantis", the man that brought him under his wing and taught him the ways of the Crimson Assassin. As such he generally wears dark or black colored clothing with splashes of red. He carries two Sawtoothed Sabres as per usual with the Crimson Assassins. He also carries a mask hidden beneath his cloak that he puts on when subterfuge is necessary. He is the only surviving son of Draug Duraun, his father. This is his story......
I returned home after hunting like usual. Feeling proud that I had taken down a rather large bear, only to find my wife and child lying on the floor their throats sliced and a dagger in each of their chest, a third more exquisite looking blade obviously belonging to that of the leader was stuck in the wall in of my house with a letter of some sort attached to it. Filled with both rage and despair I let out a godawful tormented scream of agony, nothing of which the likes has ever before or since passed my lips as I rushed to my families sides, but I knew there was nothing I could do, they had gone to join my ancestor's.
As I knelt there mourning and filled with a hunger for murderous vengeance... moments seemed like hours as I took my cold daughters body close to me, I slowly calmed myself as I sobbed into her face. I then looked up through tear soaked eyes at the note from my place on the floor, not wanting to yet leave the sides of my family, with my keen eyes I could make out only a few words of the note but they were all I needed, "Death shall come to all of the Duraun line". I had no idea who wrote the note, only the cold assured realization that who ever had left that note would die a slow and painful death at my hand and so would all who had anything to do it, I swore it on the souls of my ancestors.
I was about to get up when suddenly I heard a noise behind me and in my rashness I assumed it was one of the murderers returned to finish the job, so without thinking I pulled the blade from my wife's chest and turned quickly and drove it repeatedly into the person behind me. When my rage subsided and I was no longer blinded by fury and tears, it was then to my horror and ever lasting shame that I realized I had killed my neighbor and friend Christof who's only wrong doing that night had been to come an check on my family when he had heard that horrible scream and not knowing if I was still out on the hunt... he like a good neighbor had come to investigate. I could not believe what I had done and sat there in silent shock and filled with so much regret. I almost turned the dagger on myself, only the oath I had made to my ancestors stopped me "Seek justice upon those who harm the family". I had no time to try and set things right as the town guards had arrived and saw me standing over the three bodies brandishing the murder weapon covered in blood, I did not even protest when they clamped me in irons an led me away to the fort, beating me and calling me a murderous bastard. In just one night I had lost almost everything I had ever held dear, save for my father, who was a retired stone mason in Issust Hold. Was he alright? Had he been targeted as well? Many questions entered my head that night as I lay in that awful jail cell, but only one question was answered and that night was far from over.
A man appeared in my jail cell, not through the door, but out of thin air, a red mist lingered around him. The assassin I thought. I shouted... but no sound came out. In my mind I felt a presence. It was cold, eerie, but comforting all the same. I heard a voice within my head. "Will you walk the path of Achaekek, and take your revenge on those who have wronged you"? I stood up before the man. Our eyes met and I said and thought in silence the same thing. "By my ancestors combined wills, I will deliver the bastards who have done this deed to Achaekek through blood and steel"! The man smiled and we both appeared in a small room, with a little oak table. On which was everything I needed to take my revenge and set things right, but in order to do it I first had to die to this life and be reborn to a new one.......
