Years
ago I wrote a character so warped, so beyond reason, so dark, that I
didn't think I'd ever find him a home. I'll have to fish through and see
exactly how far I can take it, but Vaughaun is past the point of losing
his mind... add that he's a necromancer of no small power, and at some
point will have a dream about creating a phylactery... and you have a
recipe for pure awesome. A few things: - Though I am heavily RP oriented, I know that not everyone is, and don't expect them to go to the extremes that I do, but when I write a character, I want them to come to life in the fullest. I won't make them the most powerful, or the strongest, but I will do my damnest to see them be the most memorable. - I'm new to pathfinder itself, I've played other tabletops throughout the years, and been a GM for many as well, but I won't run a campaign until I've nearly memorized the mechanics in question. I've made him on mythweaver as a level one sorcerer, but I don't feel that he would be well represented as level 1. Mayhaps if I tone down the crazy a bit and rewind the character, allowing for his depravity to grow over time... I'm up for suggestions. Let me know if the shoe fits, I want to see him come to life (and eventually undeath). Edit: Available pretty much all the time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Deep in the
Underdark lies a cavern where Mushrooms grow. There is a small pool of water at
the end of a tunnel, but with no foliage for them to grow on, how do they
flourish? There is no floor, only wall to wall corpses in varying states of
decay.
“Houseless,
homeless, unwanted, unloved, and discarded by the Dark Lady.” An incision is
made. “Houseless” Another incision.
“Homeless” A
flap of loose skin over the ribs of a warm corpse is pulled back.
“Unwanted” A
gush of blood from the chest cavity covers his hands, looking black in the dim
light of the candle.
“Unloved” He
reaches into the open cavity and grasps the heart.
“Discarded
by the Dark Lady” He closes his fist, crushing the heart between slick fingers.
“NOW TELL ME
WHO SENT YOU TO MY HOME, FILTH!” He screams at the corpse, chanting and
laughing maniacally, pushing his power to unhealthy limits.
The body
coughs, blood spurting from the lips. The body coughs again and mutters a
single word, “Mizzrym”
He lets the
heart go, releasing his hold on his power and his tentative hold on his sanity,
falling to his knees and wiping away sweat and tears, smearing blood all over
his face.
“Mother
misses me, she sends me presents.” He says to the stillness , “She sends me
gifts for my garden.”
He stands,
dragging the corpse outside of the small hut carved from a giant mushroom, and
leaves it on top of a sparse patch of mushrooms. “Eat my lovelies, eat and
grow. Don’t worry, no. Mommy will send more food soon. She always does.”
He laughs to
tears, clutching his sides as he looks over the cavern, his sense of smell long
gone some time between the hundredth, and thousandth corpse added to his
garden. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Vaughaun sat next to the stream on a rotten corpse, washing the gore from his hands. "Another day of tending my beautiful garden. Mommy will be pleased." He twitches a bit and smiles to himself, "I will sing Mommy a song!" He
stands, dusting off bits and pieces of tattered clothing and body, and
goes into a fit of giggles, hugging his sides. He quiets and smiles as
the dim phosphorescence of the mushroom garden grows steadily darker and
changes from a green hue, to purple. He claps his hands together and
makes a small child's sound of delight, "Mommy comes!" A
crack of thunder without sound and a breeze of wind later, a horde of
tiny spiders appear in the cavern, coalescing into a humanoid shape.
Tears spring from his eyes in joy as the shape raises an arm and
caresses his cheek. He begins to sing: "Beautiful Mommy all made of spiders, Today I burned a gnome in a pit of fire. I cut off his fingers and ripped out his heart, He died too fast, right at the start. I spread his ashes all about my cavern, I continue your wishes, this is my pattern. I wait and I watch, my thoughts interwoven For the day, Mommy, I can be your chosen." The
hand caressing his cheek lashes out, slapping him, leaving spiders on
his face... a few which bite him... and then dissipate into nothing, the
color and light returning to normal in the cavern. Vaughaun rocks back and forth on his knees crying joyous tears with a great smile on his face, "Mommy leaves me with a kiss." he whispers. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I took the time to record a clip of him practicing the song he wrote. Enjoy. <a href="http://vocaroo.com/i/s0AMfdbKuPrB" rel="nofollow">http://vocaroo.com/i/s0AMfdbKuPrB</a>
