Kunakic

Damian Khinlem Damian glanced to the others a moment as they prepared to check the rooms for more of what they needed for the cure. Setting himself up so that should something come towards them from the hall they would have to get around him first. His shield planted to provide them cover in case any trouble came with bows. He was as ready as he could be and gave the others a nod. Statblock Damian Khinlem M Neutral Good Human Tower Shield Specialist/Fighter, Level 1, Init 2, HP 14/14, Speed 20 AC 21, Touch 12, Flat-footed 19, CMD 15, Fort 5, Ref 2, Will 0, CMB +3, Base Attack Bonus +1      Longsword  +3 (1d8+2, 19-20/2)   Scale mail,   Tower shield (+5 Armor, +4 Shield, +2 Dex) Abilities Str 15, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 10 Condition: None Actions .

Damian Khinlem Damian is a little surprised at how sturdy the wolf seemed to be. Though he didn't let it cause his blade to falter as he spun the blade back around to strike at the beast once more. Hoping to bring it down before it can harm Bella even more. Upon taking note of the kobold reappearing from hiding and surrounding Bella caused him to move his shield to try to aid her in throwing off any attacks directed her way. Statblock Damian Khinlem M Neutral Good Human Tower Shield Specialist/Fighter, Level 1, Init 2, HP 14/14, Speed 20 AC 21, Touch 12, Flat-footed 19, CMD 15, Fort 5, Ref 2, Will 0, CMB +3, Base Attack Bonus +1      Longsword  +3 (1d8+2, 19-20/2)   Scale mail,   Tower shield (+5 Armor, +4 Shield, +2 Dex) Abilities Str 15, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 10 Condition: None Actions Attacking the Wolf. Then using my Immediate action should the Kobold attack Bella and using my AoO to try help Bella on an attack from the Wolf. +2 Ac for an attack from the Kobold against Bella. +2 Ac for an attack from the wolf against Bella.

Damian Khinlem Damian didn't let his mind focus on the fact he missed his strike. His focus was on surviving and ensuring his companions did as well. Feeling the presence of the kobold and the warning from Bella he let his sword lash out, the blade spinning back around as he turned it once more back towards the wolf in front of them all. Despite the lack of a shield wall he still positioned his shield to help shield Rawanne once more. Statblock Damian Khinlem M Neutral Good Human Tower Shield Specialist/Fighter, Level 1, Init 2, HP 14/14, Speed 20 AC 21, Touch 12, Flat-footed 19, CMD 15, Fort 5, Ref 2, Will 0, CMB +3, Base Attack Bonus +1      Longsword  +3 (1d8+2, 19-20/2)   Scale mail,   Tower shield (+5 Armor, +4 Shield, +2 Dex) Abilities Str 15, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 10 Condition: None Actions Attacking the Wolf. Using first AoO on the kobold. Then using my Immediate action and using my second AoO to help prevent Rawanna from taking another hit. +4 to ac to Rawanna for the first attack on her. OoC: Was more to guard her in the round that she healed, which she didn't need as Bella was attacked instead.

Damian Khinlem Damian was caught off guard by the sudden assault from the wolves. Frowning as he slowly moved into action after the first assault by the wolves. Stepping next to Rawanna as he raised his shield to help defend her from further attacks. His sword darting out to help aid the sorceress in taking down the wolf that had chosen her as prey. Statblock Damian Khinlem M Neutral Good Human Tower Shield Specialist/Fighter, Level 1, Init 2, HP 14/14, Speed 20 AC 21, Touch 12, Flat-footed 19, CMD 15, Fort 5, Ref 2, Will 0, CMB +3, Base Attack Bonus +1      Longsword  +3 (1d8+2, 19-20/2)   Scale mail,   Tower shield (+5 Armor, +4 Shield, +2 Dex) Abilities Str 15, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 10 Condition: None Actions Attacking. Then using my an Immediate action and an AoO to help prevent Rawanna from taking another hit. +4 to ac to Rawanna for the first attack on her.  

Sorry about my absence. Been very busy with work of late. August is usually when we crunch hard.  

Damian Khinlem Damian Quietly returns to where the others are. "Seems there are more things moving about behind the doors to the north." Frowning deeply as he considered if they had to actually fight the creatures to get what they needed. Least they knew there was more then just the ones in the larger of the rooms. Statblock Damian Khinlem M Neutral Good Human Tower Shield Specialist/Fighter, Level 1, Init 2, HP 14/14, Speed 20 AC 21, Touch 12, Flat-footed 19, CMD 15, Fort 5, Ref 2, Will 0, CMB +3, Base Attack Bonus +1      Longsword  +3 (1d8+2, 19-20/2)   Scale mail,   Tower shield (+5 Armor, +4 Shield, +2 Dex) Abilities Str 15, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 10 Condition: None Actions .  

Damian Khinlem Damian is careful as he moves down the corridor with flint. Shield and blade at the ready should they encounter anything. Letting Valeria's torch light the hallway before him. Slowing as he neared the first door so that he could listen even over the noise his own armour was making. His shield raised up to fend off anything that might surprise them. Statblock Damian Khinlem M Neutral Good Human Tower Shield Specialist/Fighter, Level 1, Init 2, HP 14/14, Speed 20 AC 21, Touch 12, Flat-footed 19, CMD 15, Fort 5, Ref 2, Will 0, CMB +3, Base Attack Bonus +1      Longsword  +3 (1d8+2, 19-20/2)   Scale mail,   Tower shield (+5 Armor, +4 Shield, +2 Dex) Abilities Str 15, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 10 Condition: None Actions .  

Shyrrik Zylcyne Shyrrik gives a nod to the others. "I should be able to shapeshift into to help convey us to our destination." Thinking for a moment. "Though it will likely be quite a laborious journey. May be wise to go grab maps and such of the areas we will be covering. So we will know where we can stop and rest safely while travelling." With that he he would see about acquiring dungeon floor maps so they could be well prepared for the journey ahead. As well as gathering up some needed food and particularly getting plenty of water should it be needed. Just in case. Status Shyrrik Zylcyne High Concept: Cu-Sith Inspired Shape-shifter Trouble: Uncomfortable in Own Skin Free Aspect: Unorthodox Magical Training Free Aspect:  Comfortable in Silence Refresh: 2 Renown: Bronze Rank - 2 rp Stats: Great (+4) | {Lore} Good (+3) | {Will}, {Physique} Fair (+2) | {Fight}, {Stealth}, {Contacts} Average (+1) | {Resources}, {Crafts}, {Notice}, {Investigate} Stress: P:OOOOOO M:OOOOOO Consequences: [2][4][6] Magic Disciplines - Transform Magic - Energy Magic Stunts - Shapeshifter - (Requires: Transform discipline) When you transform into another creature, you may choose a skill. All actions taken with that skill, while you remain in that form, now gain a +2. - Specialist - Field of specialization - Creature biology. You get a +2 to all Lore rolls relating to that field of specialization. - Stealing Words from the Wind -  You make no noise you do not wish to be heard. Not only does this allow you to move in absolute silence, but you can also use it selectively, such as speaking so only one person can hear you. Gear  Spellbook, Wizardly tools, robes, Active Aspects . Actions Trying to create an advantage to ease travel by finding safe spots to rest.  

Damian Khinlem Damian takes note of what he sees down the hallway before returning towards the others. "Is a long hallway with some doors along the hall. Given the shape of the building, one could lead towards the darkened room, or towards a secondary forge perhaps." Trying to recall what he had briefly seen in the darkened room before it was perhaps plunged in darkness. Had it been a foundry rather then a forge given the double doors? Couldn't recall clearly. His gaze shifting towards the two doors beside the entrance and wondering if they were perhaps little store rooms. Statblock Damian Khinlem M Neutral Good Human Tower Shield Specialist/Fighter, Level 1, Init 2, HP 14/14, Speed 20 AC 21, Touch 12, Flat-footed 19, CMD 15, Fort 5, Ref 2, Will 0, CMB +3, Base Attack Bonus +1      Longsword  +3 (1d8+2, 19-20/2)   Scale mail,   Tower shield (+5 Armor, +4 Shield, +2 Dex) Abilities Str 15, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 10 Condition: None Actions Fighting defensively while moving backwards. 23 ac.  

Tayrmus Riasgu He came to a quick stop as the men took to running away from them. His sword swiftly being sheathed once more. Head shaking just a little as he cast a gaze to the others and their attire. Finding it rather incredulous they would attempt to intimidate them when blood caused them to flee upon first seeing it. Head shaking as he turned back towards the others and the young lady they had helped.

He has made himself useful to others in other cities. With Damian teaching him about the rules and laws the Camarilla go by. As well as any obscure rituals just in case, even if they might not be used in the modern nights. So that he doesn't accidentally slight those he may be dealing with in the future. So when he heard about Savanah he went there to hopefully have a fresh start.

Carmen Lucescu Callum's estranged sire. She is an much older vampire, at least a several decades older then he himself is. She is a carefully crafted work of art, like most fiends are. But it is but a facade as she is just as cruel and twisted as others of her clan. Though she herself enjoys twisting and manipulating those that have caught her temporary fancy. Especially when it comes to leading them down more dark and deviant roads. To set their morals aside to indulge in the vile horrors she delights in.   She is a powerful Tzimsce in her own right, though her talents are more geared towards domination and manipulation. Which has proven to be quite the asset to Callum's grandsire. Though she is left to her own devices for large sections of time, should her sire request something of her, she leaps to it to do as she is asked. Though her goals often align with her own sire's, she dare not defy him, as she is much too afraid of him. Seeing the horror and cruelty he has inflicted first hand. Fates so much more worse that one would beg and plead for the sweet relief of final death.   Neculai Cojocaru Callum's grandsire. A true Dragon and Fiend in every sense of the word. He is an ancient kindred of the 7th generation. Being centuries old. Even in the modern nights he maintains a holdfast within the Tzimisce homeland. The grounds maintained by reverent family that he himself created to protect and look after his estate during the day. And to protect him while he sleeps. He has long since left the affairs of the Sabbat to others, now persueing his own goals, what ever they might be. For it is not for his many childe to know the full extent of his plans.   He rules his bloodline with an iron fist. Using fear and blood bonds to ensure that they bend to his will. If not, he will make them wish for the final death should they defy him. As such he is no stranger to torture and cruelty, long since having giving up his humanity for something darker and deeper. To be closer to the true being of what a vampire is. Viewing all, kine and kindred alike as nothing but tools. Not even his favourite childe is safe from this mindset. AS each was embrace to serve a purpose. One of his own design.   Damian Harrelson Damian is Callum's mentor. He is an ambitious Venture. Though he may only be a decade or two older then Callum, he has taken him under his wing with regards to Savanah and the Ivory Tower. Being the one who has been teaching Callum about the proper etiquette, rituals, and rules that the Camarilla follow to keep things running and hidden so that they might be left alone by mortals wishing to eradicate them.   Though he may be willing to help, it is sure that such aid will not come freely to him.   Callum's Ghouls Callum has ghouled a wolf and a large falcon. Preferring them to a human one. Believing them to be more loyal then a mortal is likely to be. Both being a couple decades old themselves. They have been modified through his powers to better suit their chosen purposes as protector and eyes in the sky. And unlike other Tzimsce, he has tried to not use fear to control them. Least they bite the hand that has fed them.   Kalmiya - Is a wolf that he acquired when he defeated a rival childe vying for his grandsire's favour. Being a prize that his rival gave up to him after having been beaten by him. The wolf has been a ghoul nearly as long as Callum has been a vampire. Being the only thing in the whole world that Callum actually trusts in this world. Trusting so much that they are the only one he is willing to let guard him whilst he sleeps. When he is at his most vulnerable   She is an able protector, being much larger then her usual kin. Closer to a horse in size, as she has been modified to bigger with Callum's powers. With dark fur and deep dark glowing blue eyes. She is quite the imposing sight. She is a well trained creature. Her purpose to protect and guard his person. And to track and hunt down those he has deemed hos foe.   Vindr - Is a large falcon. A gift from his great grandsire before his 'untimely' passing. Who had gifted him the creature after completing a task for him. Having seen some sort of potential in Callum and gave him a reward he thought was fitting. This falcon has been modified by a hand more skilled then Callum's to be stealthy and have excellent senses. To be the perfect scout should it be need. Or the best creature to put on a show should there be a falconry competition. As it was a popular thing during his great grand sire's time.   He is an able scout. Having been trained to follow selected targets. Or to dive and grab certain items or even prey. Being an excellent way to observe foes and the like from the safety of the skies. Being slightly smaller then an eagle, this falcon is unnatural dark, with blacks and nearly black browns. Perfect to blend into the night sky when in flight. The only noticable thing before it strikes might be the flash of its golden eyes.

    Name: Callum Withers Nature: Monster Generation: 9th Player: Kunakic Demeanor: Eye of the Storm   Concept: Wolf in Sheep's Clothing Chronicle: An Offer You Can't Refuse Clan: TzImisce Sire: Carmen Lucescu     PHYSICAL Strength ●●●○○ Dexterity ●●○○○ Stamina ●●●○○ SOCIAL Charisma ●●○○○ Manipulation ●●●○○ Appearance ●●●○○ MENTAL Perception ●●○○○ IntelligenceCreative ●●●●○ Wits ●●●●○       TALENTS Alertness ●●○○○ Athletics ●●○○○ Awareness ○○○○○ Brawl ●●●○○ Empathy ○○○○○ Expression ○○○○○ Intimidation ●●○○○ Leadership ○○○○○ Streetwise ○○○○○ Subterfuge ○○○○○ SKILLS Animal Ken ●●○○○ CraftsBody Crafts ●●●○○ Drive ○○○○○ Etiquette ●●○○○ Firearms ○○○○○ Larceny○○○○○ Melee ○○○○○ Performance ○○○○○ Stealth ●●○○○ Survival ○○○○ KNOWLEDGES Academics ●●●○○ Computer ○○○○○ Finance ○○○○○ Investigation ●●○○○ Law ○○○○○ Medicine ●●●○○ OccultKindred Lore ●●●●○ Politics ○○○○○ Science ●●○○○ Technology ○○○○○     DISCIPLINES Vicissitude ●●●●○ Animalism ●○○○○ Auspex ○○○○○ Protean ●●○○○ BACKGROUNDS Resources ●○○○○ Generation ●●●●○ Mentor ●○○○○ Retainer ●●○○○ VIRTUES Conviction ●●○○○ Instincts ●●●○○ Courage ●●●○○         MERITS Huge Size ●●●● Bioluminescence ● Deceptive Aura ●       FLAWS Vulnerability to Silver ●● Permanent Fangs ●●● Prey ExclusionProtectors ●   ROAD Path of Metamorphosis ●●●●● ○○○○○ Aura: Devotion ( 0 )   WILLPOWER ●●●●● ●○○○○ □□□□□ □□□□□   BLOOD POOL □□□□□ □□□□□ □□□□□ □□□□□ □□□□□ □□□□□ □□□□□ □□□□□ Blood Per Turn: ■■   HEALTH Bruised       □ Bruised       □ Hurt -1       □ Injured -1    □ Wounded -2    □ Mauled -2     □ Crippled -5   □ Incapacitated □   WEAKNESS Soil of HomeThe Tzimisce are inextricably tied to their domains of origin, and must rest in the proximity of at least two handfuls of “native soil” — earth from a place important to her as a mortal, such as the soil from her birthplace or the graveyard where she underwent her Embrace. Each night spent without this physical connection to her land limits all of the Tzimisce’s dice pools to one-half, cumulatively, until she has only a single die in her pool. The penalty remains until she rests for a full day amid her earth once more.   FREEBIE 4th dot of Vicissitude - 7 pts 2 dots in Etiquette - 4 pts 2 dots in Animal Ken - 4 pts 1 dot of Mentor - 1 pts 3 dots of Willpower - 3 pts 2 dot of Retainer - 1 pts EXPERIENCE 50 of 50 xp spent 1st dot in Animalism - 10 pts 2nd dot in Animalism - 5 pts 1st dot in Protean - 10 pts 2nd dot in Protean - 7 pts 3rd dot in Strength - 8 pts 3rd dot in Stamina - 8 pts 2nd dot in Science - 2 pts   ● Freebie Point ● Exp Point

Name: Callum Withers Place of Birth: Seward Alaska, 1968 Age: 55 Place of Death: Vancouver, Canada Apparent Age: 25 Height: 6' 6" Weight: 265 lbs Clan: Tzimsce Appearance: Callum is a very large and imposing man. His form strong and lightly muscled in a eye pleasing way. Standing at six and a half feet tall. He holds himself with a quite dignity. A noble sort of bearing. His eyes a vibrant emerald green. Though just a hint of coldness and darkness seems to lurk beneath them. He is a well kept man, his hair and neatly trimmed beard kept immaculate and well groomed. His hair long and usually falling freely to the centre of his back. At least when he has not put it up into a pony tail or braid to keep it out of the way. His chosen fashion is typically high society fashion, such as suits and other clothing. Personality: Callum tends to set others at unease. His smiles never quite reaching his cold green eyes. No matter how polite or friendly he may seem to be. Found to be rather calm no matter the situation, whether through fire or through fury. As is typical of most fiends, he too shares his clan's predilections, being quite vain in nature. Preferring to always keep a well kept and groomed appearance, even when he is doing manual or physical labour. So too does he still adhere to his clan's rules of Hospitality.   But beneath the thin veneer of politeness lies a terrible monster. One who does not hesitate to shed blood or rip his foes apart should they slight him. Or those that cross him in some manner, especially when politeness can no longer be maintained. And when in the throes of combat, his beast can be easily seen as he seems to take delight in the cruelty inflicted upon his enemies. Background: Callum came from an affluent family that had lived in Seward for generations. His family owning a small fleet of sea vessels. Though unlike his family, rather then taking to the seas, his interests took him to the wilderness around his home. The natural beauty that the scenery inspired in his hand and his mind. As well as the creatures that stalked the fjords and valleys that he shared with them. His future goals leading him to studying art and various crafts.   His desire for art soon took him towards Vancouver, where he attended an art course at an university. Where his talent continued to grow and expand. Even to methods and mediums he wasn't able to use at home. His creativeness was also his downfall, as it soon drew the eye of a discerning young woman. One who was looking for those of a creative nature, and those that were also pleasing to her eye. Who soon took him under her wing. His time becoming a flurry of art shows and fanciful displays of art. But soon it devolved to much darker acts. Though whether it was his inherent nature or her prodding, it was hard to say, but he fell hard as he began to dabble in things that was likely to wind him in jail or worse. His appetite growing as he followed her instruction as the deviancy grew with every night. Soon he was ready and she embraced him. Making him hers for eternity. As he seemed perfect for her.   For several years he learned from her and his grandsire. His talents aiding them in the various goals, as well as being an agent they could readily dispatch should they need the extra aid. One they could not trust to a lowly ghoul. Being a model Sabbat vampire. Fighting both the Camarilla and the Anarchs as the fiends fought for land they thought was rightfully theirs. Shedding blood and vitae in equal measure at his sire's bidding. He soon came to an understanding about his clan and sect. Their ways were destructive and deadly. They would eventually lead to them falling, either by their own hand due to infighting or to the hands of mortals. Their might could only do so much when compared to the ever forward advance of technology. To him it was not a matter of if but when that the Sabbat would meet their end.   So he took a great risk, breaking from his pack and his sires as he fled from the Sabbat footholds. Fleeing out of a sense of self preservation. Though he knew he was unlikely to get far he had to try. So he began the several year trek across the country. Meeting folks, bargaining with kindred, and working his way towards Savannah. Where he has finally managed to earn his way to potential safe harbour within the Camarilla. Or at least a foot in the door. Though he was sure it would likely take a while to prove that he wasn't a spy and that he was sincere in his desire to quit the Sabbat.     Enemies: Neculai Cojocaru and the Sabbat. Neculai sees Callum's defection as a stain upon his bloodline's honour. Being unsightly to him and his goals. And as such his childe and grandchilde have been tasked with finding Callum and bringing him to his grandsire. So that he may be dealt with in a personal way. Neculai has even moved to those agents within the Sabbat to do so as well.   Lupines. Being under his grandsire's thumb for a few decades caused him to come into conflict with the lupines that lived near the Carpathians Mountains. And due to the numerous conflicts with them has become known to them as an enemy. If not on sight, but at least by name.   Debt Owed: Callum owes a great debt to a tribe of gangrel. When he defected and moved back to the USA they sheltered and protected him from his grandsire's agents. Hding him and prevent his trail from being followed. Doing so at great risk to themselves. This is a debt he has been unable to payback as of yet. Though he is waiting to see how they will collect it from him.

Shyrrik Zylcyne Shyrrik would give a nod at the information given. Being much in line with what he figured would be the case. "Makes sense. I doubt our small number would be capable of laying siege to an entire fort. Let alone trying to abscond with someone withing its fortified depths." Giving another small nod as he considers how he will be able to aid the others in this mission. A glance at the others to try and gauge their skills. Believing he has everything he needs to know for the moment. Status Shyrrik Zylcyne High Concept: Cu-Sith Inspired Shape-shifter Trouble: Uncomfortable in Own Skin Free Aspect: Unorthodox Magical Training Free Aspect:  Comfortable in Silence Refresh: 2 Renown: Bronze Rank - 2 rp Stats: Great (+4) | {Lore} Good (+3) | {Will}, {Physique} Fair (+2) | {Fight}, {Stealth}, {Contacts} Average (+1) | {Resources}, {Crafts}, {Notice}, {Investigate} Stress: P:OOOOOO M:OOOOOO Consequences: [2][4][6] Magic Disciplines - Transform Magic - Energy Magic Stunts - Shapeshifter - (Requires: Transform discipline) When you transform into another creature, you may choose a skill. All actions taken with that skill, while you remain in that form, now gain a +2. - Specialist - Field of specialization - Creature biology. You get a +2 to all Lore rolls relating to that field of specialization. - Stealing Words from the Wind -  You make no noise you do not wish to be heard. Not only does this allow you to move in absolute silence, but you can also use it selectively, such as speaking so only one person can hear you. Gear  Spellbook, Wizardly tools, robes, Active Aspects . Actions .  

Tayrmus Riasgu He came to a quick stop as the men took to running away from them. His sword swiftly being sheathed once more. Head shaking just a little as he cast a gaze to the others and their attire. Finding it rather incredulous they would attempt to intimidate them when blood caused them to flee upon first seeing it. Head shaking as he turned back towards the others and the young lady they had helped.

Damian Khinlem Damian sighed softly once they were sure the creatures inside weren't going to come out after them. Glancing northward he pointed to the door there. "While we don't know how structurally sound it is, we can go that way. Will likely have to be careful though." Moving towards the door to peer inside. "May be able to go around maybe. Will have to see." Giving the rubble pile towards the east and then to the wall it connected too. Trying to gauge the strength of the remaining walls. Statblock Damian Khinlem M Neutral Good Human Tower Shield Specialist/Fighter, Level 1, Init 2, HP 14/14, Speed 20 AC 21, Touch 12, Flat-footed 19, CMD 15, Fort 5, Ref 2, Will 0, CMB +3, Base Attack Bonus +1      Longsword  +3 (1d8+2, 19-20/2)   Scale mail,   Tower shield (+5 Armor, +4 Shield, +2 Dex) Abilities Str 15, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 10 Condition: None Actions Fighting defensively while moving backwards. 23 ac.  

Shyrrik Zylcyne Shyrrik Rubbed his shoulder and side as he entered the room. Still sore from his previous outing. Thankful it was easy enough to find someone capable of healing magic. He frowned a little at having the guild master themself show up to brief them for this mission. Listening intently, though it wasn't anything he hadn't heard already. His gaze moving over the others that were also present in the room with him. Curious to see who else had been summoned here.   "Sounds like this is more of a mission of stealth. Odds are, if they think we are on to them, they are likely to flee and hide." Fingers rubbing his chin in thought. Already trying to think of how they might accomplish the task ahead of them. "But still very good questions none the less." Giving the red headed human a small nod in agreement with her words. Status Shyrrik Zylcyne High Concept: Cu-Sith Inspired Shape-shifter Trouble: Uncomfortable in Own Skin Free Aspect: Unorthodox Magical Training Free Aspect:  Comfortable in Silence Refresh: 2 Renown: Bronze Rank - 2 rp Stats: Great (+4) | {Lore} Good (+3) | {Will}, {Physique} Fair (+2) | {Fight}, {Stealth}, {Contacts} Average (+1) | {Resources}, {Crafts}, {Notice}, {Investigate} Stress: P:OOOOOO M:OOOOOO Consequences: [2][4][6] Magic Disciplines - Transform Magic - Energy Magic Stunts - Shapeshifter - (Requires: Transform discipline) When you transform into another creature, you may choose a skill. All actions taken with that skill, while you remain in that form, now gain a +2. - Specialist - Field of specialization - Creature biology. You get a +2 to all Lore rolls relating to that field of specialization. - Stealing Words from the Wind -  You make no noise you do not wish to be heard. Not only does this allow you to move in absolute silence, but you can also use it selectively, such as speaking so only one person can hear you. Gear  Spellbook, Wizardly tools, robes, Active Aspects . Actions .  

Damian Khinlem Damian gave a very tired sigh as the magical darkness enveloped them. A quick word coming to mind, though he is quick to stop the instinct drilled into him from hours of training. Plus the others didn't have the proper shields for such a formation. "Back up! Into the other room!" Slowly backing up towards where the door had been. Making sure he would be the last one back through the door. Shield raising as he prepared to meet any assault coming his way. Statblock Damian Khinlem M Neutral Good Human Tower Shield Specialist/Fighter, Level 1, Init 2, HP 14/14, Speed 20 AC 21, Touch 12, Flat-footed 19, CMD 15, Fort 5, Ref 2, Will 0, CMB +3, Base Attack Bonus +1      Longsword  +3 (1d8+2, 19-20/2)   Scale mail,   Tower shield (+5 Armor, +4 Shield, +2 Dex) Abilities Str 15, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 10 Condition: None Actions Fighting defensively while moving backwards. 23 ac.  

Shyrrik Zylcyne Shyrrik would frown deeply at the talk of a fortress and a human working with the orcs. Boding ill news for them. His head shaking a little as he stepped towards the fellow to stand next to Gen. "Ourselves? Likely not a whole lot. But I think the guild can deal with the information better then us. Plus they likely have the resources to get a rendering of this guy's face." He is quick to hold up his hands. "After you have had time to return to your wife and get yourself rested and patched up." Glancing to make sure the other prisoners where able to return to the surface. Status Shyrrik Zylcyne High Concept: Cu-Sith Inspired Shape-shifter Trouble: Uncomfortable in Own Skin Free Aspect: Unorthodox Magical Training Free Aspect:  Comfortable in Silence Refresh: 2 Stats: Great (+4) | {Lore} Good (+3) | {Will}, {Physique} Fair (+2) | {Fight}, {Stealth}, {Contacts} Average (+1) | {Resources}, {Crafts}, {Notice}, {Investigate} Stress: P:XXXXOO M:OOOOOO Consequences: [X][4][6] Magic Disciplines - Transform Magic - Energy Magic Stunts - Shapeshifter - (Requires: Transform discipline) When you transform into another creature, you may choose a skill. All actions taken with that skill, while you remain in that form, now gain a +2. - Specialist - Field of specialization - Creature biology. You get a +2 to all Lore rolls relating to that field of specialization. - Stealing Words from the Wind -  You make no noise you do not wish to be heard. Not only does this allow you to move in absolute silence, but you can also use it selectively, such as speaking so only one person can hear you. Gear  Spellbook, Wizardly tools, robes, Active Aspects . Actions .  

Tayrmus Riasgu Had gave a soft sigh as the men decided to resort to battle then flee. "So be it." Head shaking as he drew his blade and took up a position at the front of his comrades. Both hands holding his large blade as he glanced between his foes. Another head shake before stepping forward and lashing out with the cold steel of his very sharp weapon. Attacking the closest enemy in front of him.

The Crimson Stag Real Name: Nyndes Occupation: Primordial God Appearance: Appearance Nyndes striking an imposing figure, standing a little over seven feet. An animal skull in place of a human face or head. Baleful crimson eyes peer out of empty sockets. Wild hair falls down from bare bone to his shoulders. The dark colour of blood. Sprouting from each temple are a pair of antlers, the tips and edges almost seeming to be alight with some foul magic. Once great robes and cloak now lay in tatters around mighty shoulders. What symbols had been lovingly sewn into his garments have long since been ruined and only errant threads remain. Still unbowed despite millennium of imprisonment. Still holding himself with the bearing of his former occupation. Backstory: Background Booom! Rocks and dirt shower her as she runs out of the trees. The hide structures of her home mere hundreds of feet ahead of. Hope sparking to life in her chest as she catches sight of friends and family turning to see her running. But her hope is fleeting as another black knocks her from her feet. Her world spinning as she fell heavily onto the rough ground.   Her gaze swiftly moving to where she had escaped the woods. A dark shape emerging into the light. A spear made of some sort of gleaming stone. "Begone from here foul spirit!" Her voice frail and stammering as she tries to repulse the figure that followed casually after her. As the bestial spirit emerged his snout split into a grin. Its spear raising once more. Her gaze flicking away from the creature to the ground around her. Hand scrambling around for the stone spear she had dropped after being knocked onto the ground. Fingers closing around the wooden shaft. Her aim was true as the spear hurled through the air. A soft chuckle escaping the creature as the spear splintered against its chest. "Fear not, your pain will be over soon. Once your heart has sated my hunger." The spear gleaming as it began to sail through the air. Her eyes closing as she realized this was the end. Seconds seemed to pass as the air grew quiet. A hand coming to rest on her shoulder. Her eyes opening to look up. The visage of a beautiful stag headed creature smiling down at her. His vibrant blue eyes gazing at her. "I am here to protect you and those who offer their belief to me." With a flash he and the other creature disappeared. Flashes of gleaming stone and blue energy exploding around her as a mighty battle was joined.   Nyndes hails from an ancient time, when humans had just begun to settle down in a single place and form communities. He is but one of the many beings that came into being through belief and faith. A being nearly as old as the very world it strode upon. His chosen being those who stalked prey and hunted. He was the origin of the magical hart in many old myths and legends. Once he was a benevolent spirit or deity. Even allowing his followers to eat of his very flesh in harsh times when food is scarce and starvation is rampant. If his chosen could manage to stalk and strike him down. Those that offered up prayer and offerings to him were gifted with blessing to enable them to stalk prey much better. To be the better predator. But his time as a deity was short lived. Well for him any way, even if it was perhaps thousands of years for those that worshipped him. As new gods and goddesses came to be, more and more worshipped many different spirits. With worshippers thinning it soon became apparent that many of them were strengthened with the amount of belief in them. Which soon sparked a war between the many primordial beings among one another. To either slay their rivals, or slay enough of their flock to cause the rest to believe in them instead. Nyndes found himself on the losing side as a coalition of spirits had formed an alliance. They found that sharing some of the belief with a few others was better then sharing it with many. As well as having a few allies increased their odds of survival against others. Though while he managed to avoid being destroyed, he was forced to retreat. To hide himself away while he recovered. But his luck continued to falter as while hidden away he was unknowingly sealed away as well. Cut off from those that worshipped him he could only sleep and wait. Awaking many millennium later when a expansion of New York Cities sewers and rail ways stumbled upon the crumbling and hidden remains of some long lost and ancient temple. Which required the halting of work so someone could study what was discovered. Which when the archaeologists began to study the temple they awakened Nyndes within the ruined temple. Who came back to life in a flurry of violence. The memories of being attacked still very much fresh in his mind. Though fortunately for the last living archaeologist, his anger quickly faded. Though he was quick to remedy his error in slaying her fellows. Though without knowing whose they were, he used what power remained to him to revive and knock them all out. Diverting the attention of the ongoing construction around his home. Erasing the memory of those who knew of his temple. Though not everyone forgot. The one who had escaped his wrath had seemingly been immune to his altering of their memories. Or just hadn't the power to do so. She soon returned to him. For she had seen something truly incredible, the fact that this strange creature had been able to resurrect her dead coworkers. Becoming the first of his cult in this strange new world. Which he soon found out ran on money. Which he had none of. With people much more materialistic then in ages past, they needed modern comforts if they were to worship him. The prospect of praying in a dark, damp and ruined temple didn't appeal to many. With his powers much diminished, he had to rely on other ways to restore his temple and bring to it aspect to provide his cult modern comforts. Wealth: 0 Motivation(s): Greed Complications: Responsibility (client) Reputation (professional criminal) Mythic WeaknessBeing a primordial spirit he still holds a few of the laws of the old world close to heart. Even though he may have lost the great war that brought about the pantheons the human's know today, he is still very much one of their number. He can not enter the domains of the other deities unless he is invited in. This also includes to consecrated ground of places of worship. Though if a worshipper of the deity invites him in, he is able to enter. This may also include sites of a much older nature as well such as a faerie circle. That the true believers of another deity should not be harmed by his hand. If not to anger the other deity, but more to preserve the loss of belief their death would cause. He is also bidden to to aid his worshippers when they give up an offering and ask for his aid. Bidden to do what is in his power to aid them in some way. Due to his primordial nature, he is harmed more easily by blessed weapons created from natural materials Or those created naturally in nature like obsidian. Being partial a spirit, his true nature can be hard to conceal. Reflections of himself revealing his true nature to those who are observant or knowledgeable about him. PowerlossBeing a primordial deity there are some limitations to his powers. With faith and belief being what fuels his powers and being. Being to him what air is to a human. Due to being powered by faith, while in the domain of another deity their overwhelming faith overpowers his own. Weakening him, and even in some cases preventing many of his powers from working. His powers also wane with the changes of the seasons, being very similar to the very creature he looks like. When snow comes the deer hunkers down. Moving less and even not doing anything, even to eat for days in particularly harsh weather. When winter comes his powers weaken. Responsibilites ( Worshippers)He is responsible for a small cult of of people who believe in him as a deity. So must spend time to maintain their belief as well as ensure their safety. Monstrous   Sheet Fighting: 0 Dexterity: 3 Agility: 0 Strength: 2 Stamina: 5 Intellect: 4 Awareness: 4 Presence: 5 (Ability cost: 46pp)   Dodge: 3 Parry: 0 Toughness: 5/10 Fortitude: 5 Will: 5 (Defense cost: 4pp)   Power Descriptor(s): (Powers/Devices cost: 85pp) Primordial Spirit - Multiple effects (47pp) Immortality 5 - Returns after 1 day (10pp) Regeneration 5 - Every 2 rounds (5pp) Impervious Toughness 5 (5pp) Immunity 12 - Aging, Life Support, Sleep (12pp) Comprehend 2 - Speak All Language, Communicate Spirits (4pp) Communication 2 - Mental Range 1 mile, Concentration (6pp) Human Form (6pp) Morph 2 - +20 Deception to disguise, Narrow Group, Increased Action 2 Standard The Hart's Hearth - Array (11pp) Healing 5 - Resurrection, Unreliable 5 uses Regeneration 10 - Every 1 Round, Affects Other's Only, Sustained, Alternate Effect Hart's Bow - Array (10pp) Hart's Arrow: Damage 4 - 100/200/400 ft, DC 19, Increased Range Hart's Wrath: Damage 3 - 15/30/75 ft, DC 18, Burst Area 30 ft radius sphere, DC 13, increase Range - Range, Diminished Range 2, Alternate Effect Hart's Fury: Damage 4 - DC 19, Burst Area 30 ft radius sphere, DC 14, Selective, Unreliable 5 uses, Alternate Effect The Hart's Blessing (4pp) Enhanced Traits 8 - Str +2, Sta +2, Affects Others Only, Unreliable 5 uses Steps of the Hart - Multiple Effects (7pp) Speed 1 - 4 miles/hour, 60 ft/round Teleport 2 - 120 in a move action, 50 lbs, Extended 4 miles in 2 move actions, Unreliable 5 uses Equipment: (cost: 15ep) Hidden TempleToughness: 6 Size: Colossal Chapel Deathtraps Grounds Holding Cells Isolated Library Living Space Sealed Secret 2 Toughness: 6 Size: Colossal Chapel Deathtraps Grounds Holding Cells Isolated Library Living Space Sealed Secret 2 Advantages: (cost: 4pp) Ritualist Equipment 3   Skills: (cost: 16pp) Total Ranks Skill +3 1 Athletics +6 1 Deception +6 2 Expertise - History +6 2 Expertise - Theology +6 2 Expertise - Magic +8 4 Insight +8 3 Intimidation +5 1 Investigation +8 4 Perception +10 5 Persuasion +6 3 Ranged - Hart's Arrow +6 3 Ranged - Hart's Wrath +5 1 Treatment   Point Spends 46 on Abilities 85 on Powers 4 on Advantages 16 on Skills 4 on Defences PL/Points/Unused: 10/155/0

Shyrrik Zylcyne Shyrrik landed beside the others as they started for the exit. His gaze flicking about cautiously to ensure they weren't about to run into any surprises on the way to the exit. Head shaking as he let his magic fade from his form, stumbling just a little as he winced at the arrow in his side and his shoulder. Though at least he was still able to move so he knew he would be alright for the time being. Glancing to the freed prisoners, he conjured a few sparks of energy from his fingers to grab their attention. "Come this way everyone! Stay together!" Trying to get them to stay together as one group and checking to ensure they were not leaving anyone behind in the flight towards the floor's exit. Hopefully they were heading in the correct direction, was a little hard to tell on the ground. Status Shyrrik Zylcyne High Concept: Cu-Sith Inspired Shape-shifter Trouble: Uncomfortable in Own Skin Free Aspect: Unorthodox Magical Training Free Aspect:  Comfortable in Silence Refresh: 2 Stats: Great (+4) | {Lore} Good (+3) | {Will}, {Physique} Fair (+2) | {Fight}, {Stealth}, {Contacts} Average (+1) | {Resources}, {Crafts}, {Notice}, {Investigate} Stress: P:XXXXOO M:OOOOOO Consequences: [X][4][6] Magic Disciplines - Transform Magic - Energy Magic Stunts - Shapeshifter - (Requires: Transform discipline) When you transform into another creature, you may choose a skill. All actions taken with that skill, while you remain in that form, now gain a +2. - Specialist - Field of specialization - Creature biology. You get a +2 to all Lore rolls relating to that field of specialization. - Stealing Words from the Wind -  You make no noise you do not wish to be heard. Not only does this allow you to move in absolute silence, but you can also use it selectively, such as speaking so only one person can hear you. Gear  Spellbook, Wizardly tools, robes, Active Aspects . Actions .  

Damian Khinlem Damian cast his gaze down along the ground to take a look at the debris and leaves littering the ground. Been many a year since he had had to locate tracks, plus his eye sight was as great as it had been in his youth. Still with the aid of Valerie's torch, gave it a careful look regardless. His hands tightening on his shield and the hilt of his drawn blade. Being careful to try to make as little noise as possible should there be something lingering inside. And taking up the front so that he would be the first target in case there was something dangerous inside. Statblock Damian Khinlem M Neutral Good Human Tower Shield Specialist/Fighter, Level 1, Init 2, HP 14/14, Speed 20 AC 21, Touch 12, Flat-footed 19, CMD 15, Fort 5, Ref 2, Will 0, CMB +3, Base Attack Bonus +1      Longsword  +3 (1d8+2, 19-20/2)   Scale mail,   Tower shield (+5 Armor, +4 Shield, +2 Dex) Abilities Str 15, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 10 Condition: None Actions .  

Tayrmus Riasgu He shook his head as he saw how things were about to turn out. Fingers gripping the hilt of his sword a little more firmly. Being no stranger to violence as he studied each enemy before him and taking in who might pose the greatest threat to him or the others present. Blade singing as he drew it and took up a position at the front of their little group. Adopting a stance as he prepare to meet the foe before him cold steel and a grim face.