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Character Design - Courtmaster Shavae Bucklestone

Shavae is a ratty, greasy and selfish weasel in a powerful chair,  hunched up with  a mistrusting glare thrown to anyone he doesn't recognise, recognises but doesn’t want to recognise, recognises but refuses to acknowledge, or recognises as someone he hates for being recognisable. I use Shavae in my current campaign as the closest thing to a Human face for an aloof and distant Lord, so uninvolved in the poverty and tragedy on the streets that he sends Shavae in to collect what little taxes he can scrounge, a system so poorly planned that most avoid paying their dues by simply running away when the Tax-collector arrives on their street. I would recommend having Shavae act friendly towards the PCs, possibly finding a way to have them help him escape his awful position to a life of relative comfort and seclusion by having them do some pre-emptive tying up of loose ends that may catch when he jumps ship. Again, being in my current campaign, he is created using the Pathfinder (3.5) system and mechanics.

Shavae Bucklestone XP 800 NE Medium Humanoid (Human) Initiative +1 Senses Perception +2 AC 14, touch 12, flat-footed 12 (+1 DEX, +2 armour, +1 deflection) HP 45 (6d8+12) Fort +2 Ref +5 Will +6 Speed 35ft Melee +1 Shortsword +6 (1d6+1/19-20) Spells (CL 2nd, Concentration +2 1st - Disguise Self STR 12 DEX 12 CON 14 INT 16 WIS 11 CHA 13 Base Atk +4 CMB +5 CMD 17 Skills Bluff +11, Disguise +10, Diplomacy +9, Knowledge (Geography) +9, Knowledge (Local) +9, Intimidate +9, Linguistics +7, Perception +11, Profession (Tax Collector) +12, Sense Motive +9, Swim +8 Feats Deceitful, Alertness, Spell Focus (Illusion), Fleet Special Abilities Bonus Feat – Bonus feat at first level Skilled – Bonus skill rank at first level and every level from then on Sneak Attack - +1d6 damage against flat-footed or unaware enemies Trapfinding - +1 Perception to find traps Evasion – Gain Evasion as a bonus feat Rogue Talent – (Minor Magic) Gear – +1 Shortsword, mwk Leather armour, 2x Tanglefoot bags, 1x Potion of Cure moderate wounds, 47gp, gold and sapphire ring, Ring of protection +1

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Pixie x

24/08/15

Sunday Respite - Magical Theory, Made Magical Practice

Some find their limits within their bones. They cannot stretch beyond their mortal frame. They are imprisoned within the confines that the gods cursed them with. They live as they die; amongst what distant others permit them too.

Wizards don’t have time for that. They’re too busy burning off their eyebrows and polymorphing their garden variety animals into humanoid slaves ... and their humanoid slaves into garden variety animals. 

Why? Because they can. 

When your only limit is how accurately you can recite Draconic literature, as long as you can talk-the-walk, so to speak, you can walk-the-talk. Here are some glorious gubbins and gatherings to grasp in gluttonous grips and gaze upon with greedy glares, goaded by gloating grimaces groaning with gusto.

Magic stuff for spell-casters and wizardly folk.

Otan’s Feral Ring of the Many Brothers

Otan stood atop the desert dune, heated orange in the setting sunlight before him. His loosely-robed torso of pastel chalk billowed with the winds which shook whisps of sand into the air around. He glanced down to his flank, and the crouched humanoid next to him, who was also wearing loose white linen robes of similar design. It clutched handfuls of sand between his fingers, and snarled with sharpened fangs. It shared Otan’s tattoos, his physique, and his pointed ears. The sand-raiders who sprung their attack on his caravan only expected one magician. They were only paid to expect one. Now half of their number lay dead in flames and blood-stained sand; all laid low by the hand of either of the two brothers, whether curved into an arcane gesture, or primal claws.

Debtor’s Grip

The Debtor’s Grip is a single glove of black leather, decorated with a silver framework over the palm, holstering a colourless, octagonal gem in the flat of the hand. When passed close to enchanted or otherwise magical objects, the crudely inscribed runes of draconic text glow with a dim, white light. Once worn, and only once per passing of the sun, the wearer can effectively ‘catch’ a hostile spell and store its effect within the gem. Later in the day, the glove can be used upon utterance of a command phrase, and the spell stored will once again shoot into life, now under the control of the Debtor’s Grip and its master.

Crown of Crows

High spires of jagged iron, run wrought with age and rust, climb from the crown around her scalp. They stand, at the shortest, perhaps a foot in height, and are each capped with a perpendicular rod. Upon each of these fixtures was perched a mangy crow with ragged feathers and maimed eyes, bloodshot and weak. She is often seen bring one down off its perch and whispering to it, bringing its beak to her ear, smiling to its face, feeding it a pinch of flower seed, and then kissing its head and returning it to its perch. Some say that the crows know and see everything about everyone in her court. Others say that they are each demons tasked to defend her to the death by her infernal master, which she communicates with through her whispers.

Staff of Inflation

This staff is made of coiled reeds, strapped together with leather bindings at every 3 inches along the shaft. Atop the head is a metal cap depicting a unicorn’s head, crafted from shining platinum; it’s single horn sharpened to a flawless point. Once the staff has it’s spike pushed into something solid, the command word can be spoken, and the target will be suddenly injected with gallons-upon-gallons of rushing spring-water This tears flesh to tatters from within, breaks open foundations, and splinters plate mail and armour.

Paper Fan on the Violet Drake

This paper fan can fold and unfold alike any other of its kind. The pattern across its face is of a wicked, Drake-like serpentine monstrosity, snaking across a meadow in bloom, locked in battle with a faceless mage wielding dozens of wands. When the fan is spread fully across its frame, each of the wooden fingers holding the art tight are seen to be entirely unique shafts of wood, either in design, proportion, or material. When held under close inspection, the astutest appraiser can note that each of them resemble wizard’s wands, each gently flaring with fleeting magic upon occasion, as if their potential is itching to erupt, and is bursting at the seams wit anticipation.

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Pixie x

14/11/16