Lob watched with an air of curiosity to watching another treat the body, he also had a repugnant air emanating from him as well. When the dead was done, he followed behind to see what she was doing with the body when she threw her 'catch' into it and leaped back lke a frightened frog as her axe explodes.
"GOOD CATCH!"
Looking behind him, he saw he had bumped into a rain-barrel that was full from last night. First he dunked his head in and took a deep drink before climbing in the barrel to wash himself clean, clothes and all. It took some doing and nearly drowning in his own 'tub' but he managed to right himself and come up for air before the cooper rings strained at his mass. He knocked the barrel over and crawled out on all fours before shaking himself like a dog and hopping back up onto the wagon with the rest.
Only some slight revisions to mundane equipment, otherwise full CS. Name: Simoom Thaybound Age: 25 Sex: Male Race:Tiefling Class:Hexblade 5/ Thayan knight 2 Alignment: Lawful neutral Appearance: 6'2" 140, He still keeps his hair long, as a Thayan slave should. 7'2" 220, long and lanky when the helm slides up to reveal a hard face from a man from tentownshe knew. Long braids are replaced with short crop.
Equipment:
Assuming Character wealth by level +1 Sizing Longsword (1/round as swift action can change to any size) [8000 gold] +1 Elven chainmail (+5 Armor to AC) [5,150] Casters tower shield (+5 shield to AC, space to scribe scroll for hand free casting) [3,180] Masterwork Composite longbow rated for his strength (+1 hit, +2 Damage) [650] Hat of disguise (disguise self) [1800]
220 GP left in jewelry and trinkets.
Skills and Abilities: Resistance Cold 5, Resistance Electricity 5,Resistance Fire 5,(racial) Darkvision 60 feet(racial)
Intimidation Knowlege arcana Knowlege local swim/climg/jump
Weapon focus (longsword) Iron will Monkey grip Faster healing
Spells: Darkness 1/day(racial) Sleep 1/day (Class) Charm person 1/day (Class)
Personality: Aggressively submissive. He has been raised that his value is equal to those he works for. He has his own thoughts and ideas, but most often those lean on how to please others. When not given to submission, he is calm quiet and conniving. Often staring into fires for meditative purposes from a candle to a bonfire.
Backstory: Something short and sweet, preferably. Born a Thayan slave in Benzantur, his fiendish heritage was obvious from birth and taken as a good sign of selective breeding between two other hexblades who had strong bloodlines. He was sold for a magnificent price and kept for many years by a drow priestess of Azuth until he would come of age to go to Hexcidon, the college of hexblades.
During his time as a holy floor scrubber and priestess gofer, he was constantly taught There was more than one way to solve a problem. That the illusion of servitude can be just as powerful, he was servant by law but treated like an apprentice. To that extent taught him how to please others, not merely carnally but how to draw the bath, prepare the home, and present the food in pleasing ways.
When he joined the college, they reinforced the lowliness of his place in society as a tiefling, as a hexblade, and as a slave. The best he could ever hope for is to die for his masters. But Simoom saw another way. He reaffirmed to mastered the art of pleasing others his mistress had taught him, telling his superiors what they wanted to hear or saying their ideas back in a new voice. This made him in many ways the class omega, but it also kept him far from the fights of dominance the others participated in. He could watch and listen to learn the ways alphas acted so he could imitate them later if needed while culling teachers favor.
He managed to slither through his classes to graduation with the sudden shift in focus of his combat training in the longsword and tower shield even though he was better with a greatsword. His classes had also taken a sidestep to include resisting mental intrusions as they were grooming to make him a Thayan knight for a good friend of his priestess. He was sold to a very practical and bookish transmuter who had to leave Thay with a bodyguard. They left for Luskon with official graduation but no ceremony from either the college or the priestess.
Once hey were far from the city, they began to fall in 'like' with each other over the many miles and he did all he could to keep her well rested for spell casting. She gave him a magical longsword, her graduation project, to help protect her and a gift from the guidance of Kiltzi in the form of blessed armor.
Sadly it wouldn't be enough as they were set upon by thugs, he told her to get away as far and fast as possible while he held them off. She cast a transportation spell of some kind and a thick fog rolled in. He managed to finish off the thugs with some minor wounds when he found a stone enchanted with the message spell, activating it took some work but he got the damn thing to repeat the orders to kill the Zulkir of Necromancy, their apprentice and her bodyguard.
But the fog lifts, and he is nowhere near where he once was.
@knighthawk, I have a couple problems with your character - like he was sold as a slave to the church of a Chaotic Good deity, which is a contradiction of terms, Chaotic Good being the alignment most inimically opposed to the act of slavery. Also, a -Drow- Priestess of a Maztican Deity? The way he's treated by them it seems like you were thinking a Priestess of Lolth.
More importantly, though, your character, being a Tiefling with rather pronounced features - he frankly looks like Mephistopheles - is going to derail every encounter with the native denizens of Ravenloft into a mob with torches and pitchforks.
I also...that name. I'm sorry, I know that's petty, but -Snoh Bhaal-? I mean, just for starters - Bhaal is the God of Murder in the Forgotten Realms. For another, it's kind of a tortured pun, in a setting that is trying to go for horror, kind of a mood killer.
All excellent points.
Yes the contradictions do seem uncomplimentary, they are actually meant to soften him from a LE/CE murderous bastard to a LN. The drow priestess uses her reputation of her race to move through evil areas with a preceding awareness and misinformation. "I am a drow priestess...Move." But doesn't bother to say of who. She could purchase him to 'free' him in all but name so as to not rock the boat. I can easily change drow to anything else if you like.
I can choose an image with softer tiefling features if you like or else rearrange magic items for a hat of disguise.
Yes, snoh bhaal is a pun, but yes also some tieflings are influenced by the efforts of dark gods such as Bhaal. But all easily adjustable.
I have a strong feeling someone enjoys 'GOBLINS: life through their eyes'. That said, with dropouts, I was hoping to fill a void. What does the group need?
Only some slight revisions to mundane equipment, otherwise full CS. Name: Snoh Bhaal Age: 25 Sex:Yes please Male Race:Tiefling Class:Hexblade 5/ Thayan knight 2 Alignment: Lawful neutral Appearance: 6'2" 140, He still keeps his hair long, as a Thayan slave should. Equipment:
Assuming Character wealth by level +1 Sizing Longsword (1/round as swift action can change to any size) [8000 gold] +1 Elven chainmail (+5 Armor to AC) [5,150] Casters tower shield (+5 shield to AC, space to scribe scroll for hand free casting) [3,180] Masterwork Composite longbow rated for him (+1 hit, +2 Damage) [650] Hand of the mage, (mage hand at will) [900]
1120GP left in jewelry and trinkets.
Skills and Abilities: Resistance Cold 5, Resistance Electricity 5,Resistance Fire 5,(racial) Darkvision 60 feet(racial)
Intimidation Knowlege arcana Knowlege local swim/climg/jump
Weapon focus (longsword) Iron will Monkey grip Faster healing
Spells: Darkness 1/day(racial) Sleep 1/day (Class) Charm person 1/day (Class)
Personality: Aggressively submissive. He has been raised that his value is equal to those he works for. He has his own thoughts and ideas, but most often those lean on how to please others. When not given to submission, he is calm quiet and conniving.
Backstory: Something short and sweet, preferably. Born a Thayan slave in Benzantur, his fiendish heritage was obvious from birth and taken as a good sign of selective breeding between two other hexblades who had strong bloodlines. He was sold for a magnificent price and kept for many years by a drow priestess of Kiltzi until he would come of age to go to Hexcidon, the college of hexblades. During his time as a holy floor scrubber and priestess gofer, he was constantly taught his place at the bottom of the food chain and what a tasty morsel he would be one day. She also taught him how to please others, not merely carnally but how to draw the bath and present the food in pleasing ways.
When he joined the college, they reinforced the lowliness of his place in society as a tiefling, as a hexblade, and as a slave. The best he could ever hope for is to die for his masters. But Snoh saw another way. He mastered the art of pleasing others his mistress had taught him, telling his superiors what they wanted to hear or saying their ideas back in a new voice. This made him in many ways the class omega, but it also kept him far from the fights of dominance the others participated in. He could watch and listen to learn the ways alphas acted so he could imitate them later if needed.
He managed to slither through his classes to graduation with the sudden shift in focus of his combat training in the longsword and tower shield even though he was better with a greatsword. His classes had also taken a sidestep to include resisting mental intrusions as they were grooming to make him a Thayan knight for a good friend of his priestess. He was sold to a very practical and bookish transmuter who had to leave Thay with a bodyguard. They left for Luskon with official graduation but no ceremony from either the college or the priestess.
Once hey were far from the city, they began to fall in 'like' with each other over the many miles and he did all he could to keep her well rested for spell casting. She gave him a magical longsword, her graduation project, to help protect her and a gift from the guidance of Kiltzi in the form of blessed armor.
Sadly it wouldn't be enough as they were set upon by thugs, he told her to get away as far and fast as possible while he held them off. She cast a transportation spell of some kind and a thick fog rolled in. He managed to finish off the thugs with some minor wounds when he found a stone enchanted with the message spell, activating it took some work but he got the damn thing to repeat the orders to kill the Zulkir of Necromancy, their apprentice and her bodyguard.
But the fog lifts, and he is nowhere near where he once was. [/hider]
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