Nates character.
| Log File | Date | |
|---|---|---|
| Joined | 2024-04-05 | Skyfire 10th 800av |
| Left | 2024-05-03 | Skyfire 12th 800av |
Made a deal with Desmoture. Every night he reaches out to Desmoture. Desmoture in turn, gives Archon “contracts” to kill. In return Archon’s feat “Feast of Blood” gets buffed. if failed, dm decides.
can spend gold to increase luck on gotcha wheel( every 100 gold gives another level of advantage)
can sacrifice an additional person for another level of advantage on gotcha wheel.
every completed contract has 50 50 chance, item or stat/feat increase.
She has the class Soul Broker. She can make deals for peoples souls, abilites, spells, anything really. All she needs is a handshake
Died on 2024-05-03.
Crimes Commited
- Rape Gondrok Jadetower
- intentional infliction of emotional distress of Gondrok Jadetower
- Blackmail Gondrok Jadetower for his soul against his infidelity
- 1st degree Murder of Frank Jason, a city guard
- Theft Gondrok Jadetower of scrolls
- Theft Fayna of healing potions
- Falsely Accusing Fayna of kidnapping
- Identity theft of Gondrok Jadetower’s child.
Lore
Death haunts me. Makes me one with it. Empowers me to take what is owed. Or at least the portion that now rests within my soul makes me feel this way. It’s an odd sensation, sharing a mind with a hell spawn isn’t the easiest choice in the world but if it’s that or my life I’ll take the life any day. Each passing day I can feel it stirring. The malice towards this world. The hatred for those who take that which is undeserved. I know it isn’t me but the Ixalan curse that speaks forth. Just another group of emotions to remember to keep shoved deep within. 211 confirmed kills. Soon to be 212. Post my deal of course I think I was nearing 400 if I can remember correctly beforehand but I can never be too sure, life before my “awakening”, as I’ve decided to call it, is still a bit fuzzy. As I stare down at the bloodied, unmoving body at my feet I recall when I too was weak like him. I look down at my right arm, pulling the sleeve back and tying it like I’ve become so accustomed to doing in the six months since my deal. I can remember it so clearly. I had been attempting to return from the fey wild after completing a hit, when I tried to force the portal back like normal instead of the glow of the Overworld this dark smoke started to pour out of it. My vision became dark and He was there. If it hadn’t been for my quick thinking I probably wouldn’t be here today. Jury is still out on whether that’s a good thing or not. Since my deal not only has turned me into a bounty hunter for a demon, but also cut off my only link of getting rid of this whole “Valentine” shit the locals seem to glow over. It’s enough to make me sick. God I wish I had been smart enough to keep my mouth shut about my newfound power but I couldn’t resist at least telling James. My best friend, an artificer by trade and one of the smartest men I’ve ever encountered. I trusted him, like a fool would. Thought he could understand. But instead he told me I should have just accepted death. He told me that I should have known the costs of the work we do. And I can only assume it was him who turned me in to the Valenshapers as that night they attacked me while I slept. It saddens me that even now I would still try and reason with him. I still care about him too much for him to be forgotten. I hate myself for being so weak but one person could never hold me back. If I EVER see him again I will try to make him understand, and if not, I will leave him to crumble and die. He is the only one to spare my wrath for the time being. But enough of the depressing stuff. I can cross these bridges whenever the time comes to cross them. Seems it’s time for my least favorite part of the job. I lean down and inspect the body of my latest target. I had recognized him from my old group back at the Valenshapers and caught him alone and unbeknownst to me he wasn’t living for too much after that. Eventually I found the identification I needed to confirm he was who I thought. Not my contract for this day but another step towards my revenge I will ALWAYS take. I took some time to haul some rocks over to create a semi-altar. Raising my large blade I cut down on the remains, thus making a sacrifice for Desmoture. Should make my next contract a bit more rewarding. Took me a few tries to figure it out. First two contracts I had no idea what the glowing words on my arm meant but after being weakened the first several times I was able to figure it out. It’s an odd system and I assume I haven’t figured it out entirely but my assumptions are that claiming kills based on the contract system with my arm allows me to redeem these kills for some magic items or it makes me feel stronger on a physical level. A huge downside I’ve discovered is that money can’t really be used, and gp that i find just kind of melts into me, but i can always use them for higher tier loot. No idea how much I actually need so until I have a bit of insight I can just assume that the more gold the better shit I get. I have gotten some nice bracers for daggers and of course my beautiful Soul-Splitter (my katana). The first contract I ever received was the contract that made me an Ixalan. A death bringer for Desmoture if you will. There are benefits but I lost my main shapeshifting ability so I am still yearning for it back. I truly await the day that my contract becomes that damned Queen Kamiya. People of royalty make me sick and dealing with her “lack of change” mantra, well, to a changeling like myself is a death sentence and a half. Maybe one day my curse will be broken but for now it just seems like a fever dream. Oh well. Eventually I get enough energy to drag myself up and off the bodily remains as I glance around at the bright colors of the fae realm. This place still makes me uneasy, despite the joyous energies that exude from this place. I know better than to trust it. I decide to leave the body here under the assumption that some animal will take his remains. I know my contract isn’t here anyway. With this one Desmoture informed me he’s somewhere in Luminevia (Country), which is good for me since the old portal gate in the ruins I can still access. Just have to hope that there aren’t any Valenshaper lurkers hanging about. Eventually I reach the old dilapidated portal on the fae side. Dark energies reside here making me want to get out of here asap. I reach my hand out and say my command word that I’ve said so many times before, “open”. Suddenly this bright flash of pain fills my find. Damnit, sometimes my attempts aren’t perfect, the joys of being one of the only planeriders in existence means you don’t learn from others. I have to try again. I reach my hand out just barely touching the frame of the old stone gateway. I picture the frame in the Overworld resting in Entho Nots, picturing it opening in the back of my mind. I will try again, “Open”. This time the portal kicks to life a blurry image of the side in Entho Nots appearing. Not waiting a second moment I walk through to find myself back in this plane. No lurkers here, good. My arm heats up and glows a bit brighter. He’s nearby in the city most likely. I use my sword to cut the bindings holding my sleeve up and walk towards the looming castle in the distance. Probably smart to head into town and speak to the tavern keep and see if he knows anything about this man.