Post by vainadaite on Aug 22, 2013 12:46:13 GMT 8
The rain marked the beginning of the monsoon season, and brought with it the cool sea breeze and the stink from the gutters of Absalom. A young girl wrapped her cloak tightly around her as she stepped out into the back alleys. Her leather boots tapped rhythmically against the cobblestone floor, as she kept her pace steady, not fast enough to outrun her pursuers, nor too slow that they'd gain an easy lead.
She traced her route in her head, and as she rounded the final corner, she instead found a dark wall looming ominously in her path, as if her grave had been marked. Did she make a wrong turn? She traced the route in her head, but found no error in her ways, that damn map must be a fake! Asmodeus bite that halfling git! She swore under her breath, drawing her rapier just as her pursuers turned up behind her.
"Thought you'd given us the boot Hellspawn?" A large human taunted, spitting out the last word like it was poison on his tongue, as he approached, his broad axe gave off a wicked glow in the moonlight. The tiefling girl shuffled backwards as she poised her rapier to attack.
"Ragnar, the brat thinks she's going to fight us with that toothpick!" His half-orc companion, a barbarian known as The Ram, chimed in with a malicious grin. "Wonder if all the rumours about them Succubi are true? Maybe we'll have some fun with this damned brat before dragging her ass back to Grecko."
Neither side moved for a moment, as rain began to pour. As lightning streaked across the sky, the girl lunged out with her rapier at the human. Ragnar with his seasoned ways, dodged the blow easily, but still it left a nasty gash in his arm.
"Go to hell!" She retorted, her eyes filled with fire. "Tell Grecko I'm done with you lot, I've paid my dues!" She stood resolute as the wind whipped her cape away from her face, revealing two long horns that protruded from her forehead. Her cream white hair was tied in a messy braid that framed her red-skinned face.
The two men looked at each other, then laughed "Debt? Stupid girl, there never was any debt! That story about providing medicine for your dearest Lung-wa was but a ruse. That Tian-Xia boyo sold you to us for a pretty penny! Grecko's not letting his investment run off as simply as that!"
"You lie!" She yelled back immediately, but the quiver of her voice betrayed her certainty. Her eyes filled with rage, she leapt forward again, aiming a lethal blow at Ragnar's torso. Instead of dodging it, he turned his body to face her straight on, and with practiced movements too fast for her eyes to follow, the fighter grabbed her hand and pushed it towards himself , forcing her rapier into his belly. His lips curled into a malicious grin, "what were you going to do after you stabbed me? I think it's only fair that I returned the favour."
"May Asmodeus spit in your skull!" Gathering energy in her free hand, she sent a missile of acid flying into the fighter's face. He let out a shriek of pain as he clawed at the acid eating through his face. Wasting no time, the tiefling aimed a low kick between his legs and then pushed her rapier even deeper into his torso. Blood spurted out from the wound, splattering on her face and hair, her eyes remained focus on the barbarian as Ragnar writhed on the floor, slowly but surely bleeding out. "One down, one to go..." she muttered, rage filled her eyes.
The barbarian let out a feral roar, and charged at her. He was unexpectedly quick, and although she dodged his blow, dancing to the side, she had no time to retrieve her weapon. The Ram snarled, as he calmly picked Ragnar's axe, and with a weapon in both hands, he let his inner rage envelop him.
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The girl that stands before you is petite in stature, dressed in a long hooded cape with a scimitar at her side. Red horns and wisps of cream hair curve out from under her hood, revealing her demon heritage. She moves with grace, numerous scars on her red skin telling stories of her combat expertise. Originally from Cheliax, the tiefling girl was kidnapped at a young age and sold off to an Tien merchant. She eventually fell in love with the merchant's son Lung-wa, who was the only one that treated her kindly, and gave her the name Falling Blossom. They planned to elope, but his parents found out about it and they sold her off to a mercenary Varisian band, under the pretense that Lung-wa was ill and she needed to raise funds for his magical medicine. Eventually, she found out the truth and left the band, slaughtering every of them as they impeded her escape.
She joined the Pathfinder Society, and made fast friends with Sakura Kazer of the Order of the Black Powder, a girl who like her was once a slave and shared her disdain for slavery. Due to the ill-treatment she received over the years, Blossom has a deep resentment for anyone not of Cheliax descent, especially the humans who treated her like cattle. She also tends to keep her spellcasting abilities a secret, only using them under the guise of darkness, or to save her comrades who she's ventured with over the years.
Currently, she resides in Absalom with her beloved, a Keleshite Dervish Dancer - Nasheera, who taught her the Dervish Dancing fight style and gave her the cold iron scimitar that she carries wherever she goes.
Falling Blossom
Female Tiefling Magus 1
TN Medium Outsider (native)
Init +6; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +0
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Defense
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AC 11, touch 11, flat-footed 10 (+1 Dex)
hp 11 (1d8+3)
Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +2
Resist cold 5, electricity 5, fire 5
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Offense
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Speed 20 ft.
Melee Rapier +4 (1d6/18-20/x2)
Spell-Like Abilities Darkness (1/day)
Magus Spells Prepared (CL 1):
1 (2/day) Color Spray (DC 14), Shocking Grasp
0 (at will) Acid Splash, Disrupt Undead, Detect Magic
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Statistics
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Str 10, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 11
Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 11
Feats Weapon Finesse
Traits Havoc of the Society, Reactionary
Skills Acrobatics -2 (-6 jump), Bluff +2, Climb -6, Escape Artist -2, Fly +2, Knowledge (arcana) +7, Knowledge (planes) +7, Perform (dance) +1, Ride -2, Spellcraft +7, Stealth +0, Swim -6; Racial Modifiers +2 Bluff, +2 Stealth
Languages Abyssal, Common, Infernal, Osiriani, Tien
SQ arcane pool (+1) (4/day), spell combat
Combat Gear Potion of - Add custom potion -, Cure Light Wounds, Alchemist's fire (2); Other Gear Studded leather armor, Rapier, Backpack (empty), Bedroll, Belt pouch (empty), Grappling hook, Pole, Silk rope, Spell component pouch, Trail rations (4), 1319 GP, 8 SP, 5 CP
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Special Abilities
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Arcane Pool (+1) (4/day) (Su) Infuse own power into a held weapon, granting enhancement bonus or selected item powers.
Damage Resistance, Cold (5) You have the specified Damage Resistance against Cold attacks.
Damage Resistance, Electricity (5) You have the specified Damage Resistance against Electricity attacks.
Damage Resistance, Fire (5) You have the specified Damage Resistance against Fire attacks.
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only).
Havoc of the Society Whenever you cast a spell that deals damage, you gain a +1 trait bonus to the total damage dealt.
Potion of - Add custom potion -, Cure Light Wounds Add this item to create a potion of a chosen spell.
Spell Combat (Ex) Use a weapon with one hand at -2 and cast a spell with the other.
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Pathfinder® and associated marks and logos are trademarks of Paizo Publishing, LLC®, and are used under license.
She traced her route in her head, and as she rounded the final corner, she instead found a dark wall looming ominously in her path, as if her grave had been marked. Did she make a wrong turn? She traced the route in her head, but found no error in her ways, that damn map must be a fake! Asmodeus bite that halfling git! She swore under her breath, drawing her rapier just as her pursuers turned up behind her.
"Thought you'd given us the boot Hellspawn?" A large human taunted, spitting out the last word like it was poison on his tongue, as he approached, his broad axe gave off a wicked glow in the moonlight. The tiefling girl shuffled backwards as she poised her rapier to attack.
"Ragnar, the brat thinks she's going to fight us with that toothpick!" His half-orc companion, a barbarian known as The Ram, chimed in with a malicious grin. "Wonder if all the rumours about them Succubi are true? Maybe we'll have some fun with this damned brat before dragging her ass back to Grecko."
Neither side moved for a moment, as rain began to pour. As lightning streaked across the sky, the girl lunged out with her rapier at the human. Ragnar with his seasoned ways, dodged the blow easily, but still it left a nasty gash in his arm.
"Go to hell!" She retorted, her eyes filled with fire. "Tell Grecko I'm done with you lot, I've paid my dues!" She stood resolute as the wind whipped her cape away from her face, revealing two long horns that protruded from her forehead. Her cream white hair was tied in a messy braid that framed her red-skinned face.
The two men looked at each other, then laughed "Debt? Stupid girl, there never was any debt! That story about providing medicine for your dearest Lung-wa was but a ruse. That Tian-Xia boyo sold you to us for a pretty penny! Grecko's not letting his investment run off as simply as that!"
"You lie!" She yelled back immediately, but the quiver of her voice betrayed her certainty. Her eyes filled with rage, she leapt forward again, aiming a lethal blow at Ragnar's torso. Instead of dodging it, he turned his body to face her straight on, and with practiced movements too fast for her eyes to follow, the fighter grabbed her hand and pushed it towards himself , forcing her rapier into his belly. His lips curled into a malicious grin, "what were you going to do after you stabbed me? I think it's only fair that I returned the favour."
"May Asmodeus spit in your skull!" Gathering energy in her free hand, she sent a missile of acid flying into the fighter's face. He let out a shriek of pain as he clawed at the acid eating through his face. Wasting no time, the tiefling aimed a low kick between his legs and then pushed her rapier even deeper into his torso. Blood spurted out from the wound, splattering on her face and hair, her eyes remained focus on the barbarian as Ragnar writhed on the floor, slowly but surely bleeding out. "One down, one to go..." she muttered, rage filled her eyes.
The barbarian let out a feral roar, and charged at her. He was unexpectedly quick, and although she dodged his blow, dancing to the side, she had no time to retrieve her weapon. The Ram snarled, as he calmly picked Ragnar's axe, and with a weapon in both hands, he let his inner rage envelop him.
----
The girl that stands before you is petite in stature, dressed in a long hooded cape with a scimitar at her side. Red horns and wisps of cream hair curve out from under her hood, revealing her demon heritage. She moves with grace, numerous scars on her red skin telling stories of her combat expertise. Originally from Cheliax, the tiefling girl was kidnapped at a young age and sold off to an Tien merchant. She eventually fell in love with the merchant's son Lung-wa, who was the only one that treated her kindly, and gave her the name Falling Blossom. They planned to elope, but his parents found out about it and they sold her off to a mercenary Varisian band, under the pretense that Lung-wa was ill and she needed to raise funds for his magical medicine. Eventually, she found out the truth and left the band, slaughtering every of them as they impeded her escape.
She joined the Pathfinder Society, and made fast friends with Sakura Kazer of the Order of the Black Powder, a girl who like her was once a slave and shared her disdain for slavery. Due to the ill-treatment she received over the years, Blossom has a deep resentment for anyone not of Cheliax descent, especially the humans who treated her like cattle. She also tends to keep her spellcasting abilities a secret, only using them under the guise of darkness, or to save her comrades who she's ventured with over the years.
Currently, she resides in Absalom with her beloved, a Keleshite Dervish Dancer - Nasheera, who taught her the Dervish Dancing fight style and gave her the cold iron scimitar that she carries wherever she goes.
Falling Blossom
Female Tiefling Magus 1
TN Medium Outsider (native)
Init +6; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +0
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Defense
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AC 11, touch 11, flat-footed 10 (+1 Dex)
hp 11 (1d8+3)
Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +2
Resist cold 5, electricity 5, fire 5
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Offense
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Speed 20 ft.
Melee Rapier +4 (1d6/18-20/x2)
Spell-Like Abilities Darkness (1/day)
Magus Spells Prepared (CL 1):
1 (2/day) Color Spray (DC 14), Shocking Grasp
0 (at will) Acid Splash, Disrupt Undead, Detect Magic
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Statistics
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Str 10, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 11
Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 11
Feats Weapon Finesse
Traits Havoc of the Society, Reactionary
Skills Acrobatics -2 (-6 jump), Bluff +2, Climb -6, Escape Artist -2, Fly +2, Knowledge (arcana) +7, Knowledge (planes) +7, Perform (dance) +1, Ride -2, Spellcraft +7, Stealth +0, Swim -6; Racial Modifiers +2 Bluff, +2 Stealth
Languages Abyssal, Common, Infernal, Osiriani, Tien
SQ arcane pool (+1) (4/day), spell combat
Combat Gear Potion of - Add custom potion -, Cure Light Wounds, Alchemist's fire (2); Other Gear Studded leather armor, Rapier, Backpack (empty), Bedroll, Belt pouch (empty), Grappling hook, Pole, Silk rope, Spell component pouch, Trail rations (4), 1319 GP, 8 SP, 5 CP
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Special Abilities
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Arcane Pool (+1) (4/day) (Su) Infuse own power into a held weapon, granting enhancement bonus or selected item powers.
Damage Resistance, Cold (5) You have the specified Damage Resistance against Cold attacks.
Damage Resistance, Electricity (5) You have the specified Damage Resistance against Electricity attacks.
Damage Resistance, Fire (5) You have the specified Damage Resistance against Fire attacks.
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only).
Havoc of the Society Whenever you cast a spell that deals damage, you gain a +1 trait bonus to the total damage dealt.
Potion of - Add custom potion -, Cure Light Wounds Add this item to create a potion of a chosen spell.
Spell Combat (Ex) Use a weapon with one hand at -2 and cast a spell with the other.
Hero Lab® and the Hero Lab logo are Registered Trademarks of LWD Technology, Inc. Free download at www.wolflair.com
Pathfinder® and associated marks and logos are trademarks of Paizo Publishing, LLC®, and are used under license.