Asher

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ASHER

Kobold Psi-Mystic, Worshiper of Ra


A rotund kobold with a comb-over. His hair is a sort of muddy grey, what little of it there is left. He has pale red eyes and yellowed sharp pointy teeth. What little of his skin you can see is pale. He rarely shows more than simply his face. He wears long sleeved clothing, even in summer, and always wears gloves and boots. The collar of his shirts are high and go to his chin.

Picture by Agent Sarah.






Name: Asher AKA Alter Dudel
Rank 10th Level
OCC: Psi-Mystic
Race: Kobold
Land of Origin: Northern Wilderness
Citizenship: Wolfen Empire

VITAL STATISTICS ATTRIBUTES SAVING THROWS COMBAT BONUSES
HT 3 ’11" IQ 15 Save vs Magic 0 Strike +1
WT 120 lbs ME 8 Save vs Psionics +5 Parry +4
PPE 112/112 MA 13 Save vs coma 0 Dodge +4
ISP 138/138 PS 18 Save vs poison/disease 0 Roll +4
HP 45/45 PP 10 Save vs horror +4 Pull +4
SDC 25/25 PE 15 Save vs possession +4 Initiative +1
Exp 109,785 PB 7 Save vs mind control +2 Damage +5
Sex M SPD 29/6
Birthday 11/1/2 (Age 99) Critical 19,20
HTH: Basic Attacks 7
Alignment Scrupulous Perception 0
Gold
Western Empire <> Island of Bizantium <> Eastern Territory
Timiro Kingdom <> Wolfen Empire 947<> Dragon Coins 85
Weapon Proficiencies Level Acquired Strike Parry Thrown Range
Knife 1 +4 +4 +8 40’
Targeting 1 +4
Weapons: Damage Notes
Apis’ Horn 3D6 Holy Weapon Can Heal 2D6 SDC and HP 6x/day(0) Can Create Bread & Milk at 4th lev 6x/day(5)
Ra’s Will 1D6+6 Sense Evil Turns Black Supernatural evil w/in 20’ Monster Slayer 2x dam to supernatural/magic/minions of Taut Turn Dead 80% 6D6 line of sight for 2D4 hours 3x/day(3)
Horus’ Beak 3d6 +1 save magic, +2 save horror +2 save poison/disease
Silver Dagger 1D6
Armor AR/ SDC Notes
Studded Leather 13/38
Special Attacks: Damage Notes
Snap Kick 1D6
Body Flip 1D6
Psionics:
Power Type ISP Range Duration Save Description
Healing
Exorcism Healing 10 8’ Instant Special See Notes
Healing Touch Healing 6 Touch Instant None 2d4 HP or 2d6 SDC. Living creatures only.
Psychic Cosmetic Surgery Healing 14 3’ Instant None 66% Alter physical appearance.
Power Type ISP Range Duration Save Description
Sensitive
Sense Evil Sensitive 2 140’r 2 min/lev None See Notes
Sixth Sense Sensitive 2 90’ Until Danger Passes None Imminent Danger, +6 Init, +2 Parry, +3 Dodge, No sneak attacks.
Meditation Sensitive 0 Self Varies None Recover 6 ISP/hr
Astral Projection Sensitive 8 Self 5min/lv None Spirit separated from body. Cord connects two.
Clairvoyance Sensitive 4 Special 6D6 Rounds None 58+2%, +5% if a loved one. 2X a day
Presence Sense Sensitive 4 120’ 2 min/lev None Near, far and approx # (50% right/wrong) one, few, several, or many
Empathy Sensitive 4 100’ 2min/lv Std See notes.
Dispel Spirits Sensitive 10 50’r/lev 30 min/lev Special Lesser spirits, ghosts, or minor entities w/in the range. See notes for more.
Power Type ISP Range Duration Save Description
Physical
Mind Block Physical 4 Self 10 min/lev None +1 save psionics, blocks empathy, telepathy, etc
Telekinesis Physical Varies 60’ 2 min/lev See notes
Summon Inner Strength N Physical 4 Self 10 min/lev +10 SDC, +2 Save Poison, +5% coma/death No Fatigue
Magic: Spell Strength: 14
Power PPE Cost Range Duration Save Description
Spells of Level 1-5
Death Trance 1 Self 10melee/lev None Appears to be dead. Only physical sensations.
Increase Weight 4 100’ 2 min/lev Std Increase 100lbs/lev
Weightlessness 6 60 ft 2 melee/level Standard minus by 100 pounds/level, min 1/2 ounce. Speed -75%. Wind 1+ mph blow the character around. damage and carry -75%.
Chameleon 6 Touch 16 melees per level None 90% if not moving, 70% 2’/melee 20% 6’/melee
Climb 3 40’ 5 min/lev None Climb normal surface 98%, difficult 60%. Includes rappelling.
Befuddle 6 100’ 2 min/lev Std -2 strike, parry, dodge 1/2 attacks, skills -20%
Extinguish Fire 4 100’ 1 min/lev None 20’ radius up to 100’ away +10’/level
Cleanse 6 Self or touch Instant None Spotless, head to toe, include clothes, but not armor
Cloud of Slumber 4 90’ 2 melee/lev Std 20′×20′×20′ cloud Anyone in cloud falls into magic sleep. If dragged out of cloudwake in 1D4 melees
See Aura 6 100’ 1 melee Special Level xp=low-med-high, magic, psychic, high/low base PPE, possessed, serious illness, unusual aberration (IE Supernatural) but not type
Spider Webs 10 30’ 5 min/lev HF 13 10’/ diameter/lev See Notes
Charismatic Aura 10 60’ 6 melee/lev Std Cast on self or other. +8 to PB. Affects all w/in 60’ radius. See notes for invoked response options
Armor of Ithan 10 Self or touch 1 min/lev None 100+10/lev AR 18 Fire, lightning, cold 1/2 dam
Eyes of Thoth 8 Self or Touch 10 min/lev None *Read and understand all languages, including runes
Spells of Level 6-10
Reverse 18 50’ 1 min/lev -1 save Everything is reversed -75% language, -20% skills twice/long
Mask of Deceit 15 Self or Touch 10 min/lev -4 Facial features only. Age, gender, skin color, hair, etc. Specific person 20+3
Circle of Concealment 15/100 20’ rad/lev 1 hr/1 yr/lev Special Conceal area, only save ritual magic allow possible discovery Detect ppe, detect magic, negate magic
Witch Bottle 28 Wearer 1 yr/lev None +3 save witch spells, curses, etc., includes familiar. Impervious to charm, mind contol, possession by witch. Holds witch at bay like crucifix.
Handful of Lightning 30 400’+10’/lev 1 melee/lev Special 3 lightning spears 3 strike 6D62/lev Save Dodge nat 18-20 or modified 24
Fleet Feet 20 20’ 2 melee/lev None Self or Other w/in 20’ Doubles PP, Spd, & Attacks Negative moving so fast -2 Init, no save surprise, -20% Delicate skills
Crystal Eye 22 200’ 1 min/lev Std Remote hidden camera 200’ in front of it Must be light. Sight only. Any clear or semi-transparent white, clear, or blue crystal.
Familiar Link 55 600ft Indefinite None Animal is a sensory extension of the mage (see, hear, smell, taste, touch), empathy and shared emotions, If dies, see notes.
MAGIC JEWELRY
Eternal Torch Ring AR 14
Sunsight Amulet See in Daylight like Human
OCC Skills Base % Bonus Start Current Total %
Language:Gobbley 98 1 10 98%
Language:Wolfen 40+5 15 1 10 98%
Language:Northern 40+5 15 1 10 98%
Math Basic 45+5 20 1 10 98%
Dowsing 20+5 5 1 10 70%
WP Knife 1 10
WP Targeting 1 10
HTH Basic 1 10
OCC Related Skills Base % Bonus Start Current Total %
Astronomy/Navigation 30+5 5 1 10 85%
Biology 30+5 5 1 10 80%
Undead Lore 25+5 10 1 10 80%
Lore Witch 25+5 10 1 10 80%
Literacy: Northern 30+5 10 1 10 85%
Boxing 1 10
Language:Elven (Blessed) 40+5 10 1 10 95%
Seamanship (Blessed) 22+4 1 10 62%
Language:Eastern 40+5 10 3 10 85%
Track/Trap Animals 20/30+5 6 10 40/50%
Language:Southern 40+5 10 9 10 55%
Natural Skills Base % Bonus Start Current Total %
Underground Tunneling 40+5 1 10 85%
Underground Architecture 30+5 1 10 75%
Underground Sense Direction 40+5 1 10 85%
Field Armorer 30+5 10 1 10 85%
Secondary Skills Base % Start Current Total %
Anthropology:Humans 20+5 1 10 65%
Anthropology:Ancients 20+5 1 10 65%
Archaeology 20+5 1 10 65%
Prowl 25+5 1 10 70%
Running 1 10

Asher has a familiar, an acid lizard named Kupyr.


Inventory
Name Count Location Description
Winter Clothes 1 Backpack Black, long sleeved, rough homespun, double layer, heavy
Summer Clothes 1 Worn Black, long sleeved, rough homespun, airy
Cloak 1 Worn Full, black, water-proofed
Boots Pair Worn Black, Lion skin
Belt 1 Worn Rope, tied
Blanket 1 Backpack Hand woven, wool, geometric pattern
Backpack 1 Worn Canvas, Wooden frame
Medium Sack 1 1 Left Hip Burlap
Medium Sack 2 1 Right Hip Burlap
Small Sack 1 Backpack Burlap
Water Skin 1 Medium Sack 1 Leather, Tooled, flower pattern
Food Rations 7 days Small Sack Jerky
Comb 1 Medium Sack 2 Small, fine gap, ivory
Tinder Box 1 Back Pack tin with silver inlay of a phoenix
Horus’ Beak Left Hand See Notes under weapons
Ra’s Will Right Hand See Notes under weapons
Tunneling Tools 1 Backpack
3 carat diamond 1 Medium Sack 2
On Rog-tilda
All gold
Drama Cards, Luck Points, Ace in the Hole

Ace In the Hole: 1

Bio:

Biography:

A collection of thoughts about my life at the advent of my entry into the group known as CrIsis.

Having spoken face to face with a god, I find that my normal daily introspection turns to the life I have lead up to this point. It is not a short life, but neither is it an age. It is simply my life, and the choices that I made and which brought me to this point.

Most who know me believe that my birthday falls upon the 28th day of Pegasus. It does not.

My parents celebrated for days after my birth. They were devout Set worshipers, and my birth on the 1st of Set was considered to be a sign to them that they were favored of the god. This was something that they only slowly came to realize was not the case.

I was a stubborn child. Never capricious, never vengeful, but stubborn to a fault. I was as contrary as they come. If someone told me to go left, I would go right. I pulled away from the teachings that my parents tried to instill in me and sought out a gentler path. They would not allow it in me.

When it was discovered that I had the potential to be a conduit for higher power, they thought to apprentice me to a witch. It is a respectable profession in our community and I would have been one of the elite. They thought I would leap at the idea.

I did not.

Oh, by this time I was smart enough not to directly contradict their wishes. For the next ten years I kept offering excuses as to why I could not go into service. On the day before my thirtieth birthday they gave me an ultimatum: Either I would live to serve to Set or I would die to serve Anubis.

I would not serve Set.

They took me into custody and threw me into a hole in the ground. For 50 days I meditated on the course that my life had taken. I did not curse my parents, nor my circumstances. More I pondered who I was and what my purpose in the universe should be. During this time I rarely slept and barely ate. The physical body was a hindrance to my goals.

The morning of the fifty-first day, the date assigned for my ritual sacrifice, a light descended upon my mind and I knew what I had to do. I lay down upon my pallet, my form reposed, waiting for my jailers to arrive. When the sounds of their footsteps alerted me to their imminent arrival, I quietly cast my spell and immediately fell dead.

Not true death, but a semblance of death settled upon me. My surroundings faded away, but their frantic attempts to revive me were clear upon my consciousness. When they rushed from the room leaving the door open in their haste, I slipped out behind them. A hue and cry went out over my escape when my deception was discovered. I hid in an alcove off the main tunnel I’d been moving through and pulled a camouflage spell over me.

The fear I felt as they searched each inch of the passageway, as their eyes passed over the space where I hid. I could barely breath for fear that I would give myself away. Again, I slipped into their wake and used their own search patterns against them.

Eventually, they led me to one of the main air shafts of the community. Making myself much lighter I leapt for the opening. I could feel myself begin to slip, so I cast another spell making my hands adhere to the surface and began to climb. Time stood still as I worked my muscles to propel myself up through that air shaft. An ache set into them as minute by minute and hour by hour I pushed myself upward. Many times in my continued ascent I had to wedge myself into place so I could rest just enough so I might cast my climbing spell again. The shaft was a wonder of Kobold engineering and it ran straight and true to the top of the mountain. Two thousand three hundred and fifty feet from the bottom to the top. Two thousand mind numbing feet. The spell made the difficult possible, but it did not give me the muscles or the stamina of a seasoned climber. I was aching and sobbing by the time my blind grab for the next few inches of the shaft passed into empty air.

The cold air wafting down the shaft had long since chilled me to the bone, but the icy wind tore through the thin rags that I wore and brought me to an even greater understanding of cold than I’d ever known before.

With my last spell I increased my weight to the point that I sank deep into the snow drifted around the stone chimney at the top of the shaft. There, in a hole in the snow fashioned by my own body I huddled in on myself for warmth and for the first time in days I truly rested.

I’ll not bore you with the details of my trek off that mountain, the starvation and thirst I suffered as I wandered the wilderness afraid at every moment that I would be captured and returned to the Kobold for execution, but suffer I did for my freedom.

A small stream of icy melt-off slaked my thirst. Some wild berries I stumbled upon eased my hunger pains, even though they didn’t nourish me. I suppose it would be like eating grass for a human or elf. It fills you up, but you get no benefit for it.

I stumbled into Avramstown, half-dehydrated and delirious in my hunger. Where I went and who I spoke to are even now a blur, but I do know I woke in the space behind a stable at one of the larger inns. I had some abilities that made me useful to those around me, the forgotten, the unwanted, the unwashed masses of people who don’t quite fit in, even in a place as diverse as Avramstown.

The language was easier to acquire than acceptance with the people in the town, but I didn’t need their acceptance. I performed surgery on those that needed it. I worked for a warehouse for a while helping with their loading and unloading. It was all so mundane, and always just enough to keep me in raw meat. Some of my co-workers laughed about that and started calling me ‘dog’. Nowhere that a wolfen could hear them, of course, but more than they should have.

It was during this time that I began to hear about another side to the religion that I’d grown up with. A softer and more…kind side to this religion I’d thought was entirely focused on the worst aspects of our natures.

The priests of Apis were my first real introduction to this side of the church of Light and Dark. They were in charge of feeding and caring for the homeless, and often I would volunteer my time with them, assisting in their outreach programs. When one of them mentioned, in an offhand manner, that they’d been trained in Haven something sparked within me that wouldn’t die. I had spent almost five years in Avramstown at this point, but it would be another five before I would set out on a trek to find a beginning, a true beginning, for the teaching of my soul.

I bade farewell to the friends and colleagues that I’d made while living in this diverse town and began my pilgrimage to the heart of the Church of Light and Dark. I celebrated my fortieth birthday while on the road.

I did not head straight to Haven. My road lead a wandering path and deposited me frequently where I was most needed. Even then I felt the guiding hand of the gods in my life as I went from one crisis spot to the next. There were times I went hungry. There were times that I was cold, or tired. It was probably the most spiritual journey I have ever taken. I traveled by land from Avramstown to Haven and I did it during the course of the next three years of my life.

I reached Haven at sundown the night before my birthday. From the information that I had received I knew that I would be accepted in New Haven, especially on this most holy day for the Church of Dark. I felt myself slipping into the pathways that were so familiar to me, allowing that darker side of my personality a free reign as I walked the streets of this alien city on the day of my birth.

Let me tell you something that may not be clear: I lived for thirty years surrounded by evil. My soul was steeped in it. My parents reveled in it. Before I truly understood what it meant, I took part in the events normal to this day. Before I began to rebel, I was just like many children on this night. I borrowed from those memories in order to sneak my way into the very offices of the bishop of the church.

I was promptly thrown in Jail.

The next six years were spent between interrogations and questions and teaching. When my truthfulness was finally proven, and my sincerity to be a member of the light realized, I was allowed out of prison. There was, however, a caveat to my freedom: That I leave the city of Haven and never return to it.

A party of adventuring mercenaries led by a priest of Ra named Aescarion escorted me to the limits of the city on their way to points unknown. Somehow I convinced the priest to allow me to join them in their work.

He was wary of me given my monstrous origins, but in the end he allowed me to go with them. These were likely the best days of my life. I was with this group of adventurers for a little over three years. More time was spent traveling between our jobs than spent fighting, but I learned much of who I was and who this Priest was. He was a truly young man. Among my people he would have been considered a child still being only 18 years of age. Even for a Human he was young.

He made my own 49 years seem ancient with his joi de vivre. We formed an uneasy friendship that was finally cemented went I took a blade meant for him while we were fighting a group of Kobold that had attacked us because of my presence.

They left me to recover, which I did, but not before he promised to keep in touch, which he did for the next thirty eight years until his death at the too young age of 51.

My life took a turn for the relaxed at this point. I became a verifier of artifacts. I went on digs in old castles and settlements. In general I began to make a name for myself as ‘the Kobold Archaeologist.’

This was a relaxed and easy time for myself that was filled with introspection and easy work. Easy until about six months ago when a coven of witches decided to destroy my life’s work, or that which they considered my life’s work to be. I had meditated and decided upon a course of action when a summons to my true work intercepted me. I am recently turned 99 and only now does my real work begin.

Now I begin to help CrIsis in putting together the body of Osiris.

Asher

A God...Rebuilt CraigCoxson