The Chaos Blade
Eva Serene Implora Sange
A vampire sorcerer, created by Vecna, god of the Undead.
STR: 11 (0)
CON: 14 (2)
DEX: 16 (3)
INT: 16 (3)
WIS: 14 (2)
CHA: 16 (3)
AC: 21 +2 from githweave
ATTACK OF OPPORTUNITY +3
HP: 81 BLOODIED: 40 (7 healing surges) INITIATIVE: +6
- Arcana: +12
- Diplomacy: +12
- Insight: +11
- Intimidate: 12
JACK OF ALL TRADES
- Acrobatics: +9
- Athletics: +6
- Bluff: +9
- Dungeoneering: +8
- Endurance: +8
- Heal: +8
- History: +9
- Nature: +8
- Perception: +8
- Religion: +9
- Stealth: +9
- Streetwise: +9
- Thievery: +9
Magic Orb = add 1d6 damage to all attacks.
Cat necklace = creates cat illusion for ten minutes.
Githweave armor = +2 to AC
Blood = 15 pints (one pint a day)
Cloak of Shadows = Protected from sunlight – resist 5 radiant damage.
Sack from Elves:
- 50 feet silk rope
- 1 small Elven dagger
- 2 health potions
Translator ring = Ability to read, speak, and write in Dwarven, Draconic, and Common.
Necklace of Fireballs = Daily Attack; range 10 – burst 2;
Dex vs. Reflex +3; 5d6 +3 fire damage; miss-half.
Flute of the Dancing Satyr = Encounter Power;
You may move two squares as a move action, and any ally within five squares of me may shift one square.
At will Blood Drain: Successful grapple check;
Hit: deals 1d4 constitution damage each round.
Effect: 5 temp to HP.
At will Dominate: Must succeed will save or be dominated;
Special Instructions: Target must be looking at me.
At will Chaos Bolt: Standard action; range 10;
Attack: Charisma vs. Will
Hit: 1d10 +Charisma modifier psychic damage.
At will Acid Orb: Standard action; ranged 20;
Attack: Charisma vs. Reflex
Hit: 1d10 + Charisma modifier acid damage.
Encounter Tempest Breath: Standard actin close; blast 3;
Attack: Charisma vs. Reflex
Hit: 2d6 +Charisma modifier acid damage;
Effect: The target can’t gain combat advantage against any creature until the end of your next turn.
Encounter Ice Dragon’s Teeth: Standard action; burst 1; ranged 10;
Attack: Charisma vs. Reflex
Hit: 2d8 + Charisma modifier cold damage;
Effect: Target slowed until my next turn.
Encounter Swift Escape: Immediate interrupt;
Special Instructions: trigger; you are hit by an area or a close attack;
teleport number of squares 2 + dexterity modifier.
Encounter Chaos Storm: Standard action; burst 1 within 10 squares;
Attack: Charisma vs. Reflex
Hit: 2d6 + Charisma modifier lightning damage.
Effect: You teleport each target hit by the attack to any other space within the burst.
Daily Chromatic Orb: Standard action; ranged 10;
Attack: Charisma vs Reflex
Hit: 3d10 Charisma modifier damage;
Effect: Damage determined by outcome of 1d6:
1. Yellow – Radiant damage
~Target dazed. (save ends)
2. Red – Fire damage
~ Each adjacent creature takes fire damage equal to dexterity modifier.
3. Green – Poison damage
~ Ongoing 5 poison damage. (save ends)
4. Turquoise – Lightning damage
~ Slide target a number of spaces equal to your dexterity modifier.
5. Blue – Cold damage
~ Target immobilized (save ends)
6. Violet – Psychic damage
~ Target takes -2 penalty to AC
Daily Serpentine Blast: standard action; ranged 10;
Special Instructions: Target one creature – ignores cover and concealment, but not superior cover or total concealment.
Attack: Charisma vs. Reflex
Hit 3d10 + Charisma modifier lightning damage; miss-half.
Vecna, the god of the undead, necromancy, and secrets, was atop his throne deciding how to best bring these dying people that lay in front of him back to full health. He contemplated his choices, wondering whether litch or vacant-minded zombie would fulfill his needs more…
“But, wait!” His vocal chords rumbled, “A vampire! Yes, someone who travels by the moon, with the thirst of blood always on their tongue.”
With a swift move of his bone fingers, Vecna chanted one of his incantations and the bodies of the fallen started shifting by themselves rustling and trying to regain stature. As they all stood upright, Vecna smiled over his new creations, stating what had just occurred.
“You have all been resurrected from your dying state, as well as your pityful life before this to join me in my attempts to make the mortal world a part of our undead kingdom.”
The freshly-turned vampires realized they could still talk, and one by one, they all started shouting questions about their new home, their new leader, and their new state.
“Do we live here now?”
“Do we worship you?”
“What happens if we don’t want to?”
“What are we supposed to do?”
“Why’d you turn us into vampires?”
Soon, the voices overlapped so incredibly much that it seemed to be inaudible, just cackling sounds overpowering everything else.
“ENOUGH,” the God of the Undead roared, “NO MORE QUESTIONS. You are all not worthy enough to know the secrets of the gods.”
Everyone quieted down immediately, most frightened by the way Vecna spoke.
“Go out into the world, and infest it with your beauty.”
That was the last he commanded before disappearing deeper into his lair. The vampires looked around confused a moment longer, but accepted their fate silently, and went out into the dead of the night. After the majority of the crowd left, one lady could still be seen. That lady was me.
My name is Eva. I was born to a peasant family at the bottom of an average hill, with an average cow as a pet that we would sell our average milk from for wares around the town. My mother and father were very loving people, but my life wasn’t anything extraordinary. My mother, a master with crafts, created my outfits for everyday life, and dresses with flair for the special occasions. My father, a humble farmer, provided necessities such as food and shelter for us. Being an only child was lonely, and not very common in our town, but because of medical issues, my mother would bear no more. One day, when I was grown, I had set out to retrieve one of our new calves that had escaped the wooden pen. I walked through the forest calling out, but heard nothing in return. I had only gotten maybe fifty feet away from the edge of our land when I was it; the baby cow laying in blood, slowly dying. I cried out for help, but as soon as a screaming sound left my lips, I felt a terrible stinging pain in the small of my back, and suddenly, everything went black.
I woke up to the sound of Vecna shouting orders, and being obnoxious as all gods usually are. I was confused about why I was in such a dark, damp lair, and why the god of the Undead was standing in front of me. When he said ‘vampire’, I understood what had killed my calf, but I still didn’t understand why I was there. Or why I was closely surrounded by other random people I had never seen before. After questions had been shouted, and no answers were given; after all the people had started flowing out of the doors; that’s when I had to decide what I wanted to do. Do I stay here and ask all the things on my mind, or do I just follow the crowd? Well, considering how I usually handle situations with choice outcomes, I stayed. I just stood there, and waited until the last of the people went through the opening of the cave-looking enclosure. Vecna, as I was expecting, asked me why I wasn’t spreading the word of his undead…ly…ness. I look ed at him slightly annoyed, to be honest, because he just expected everyone he talks to, to follow his plan.
“Why am I a vampire?” Are the first words to fall out of my mouth.
“HAH, who do YOU think you are?” Were the first words out of his.
“Okay, I understand you’re a god, and you’re mad or whatever because you’re not the biggest and the baddest wolf around, but why would you take random people and turn them into vampires? I’m not understanding how this is going to help you.”
“I’m unsure how an animal has to do with my position as a deity, but either way, I do not have to answer any of your pitiful questions. Besides, if you don’t get out of my sight, I will be forced to kill you. A shame, you were one of my more. . . attractive clients.”
“Thanks for the compliment, demon man; I know you’re not going to kill me, though, because why would you personally want to waste one of your vampires? I know you put up a tough act, but I can see it in your eyes that you wouldn’t do that. You couldn’t kill your own creation. You’re too proud. It would hurt you more than it would hurt me. . . I feel like you chose the humans you did for a specific reason. . . but, why? Do we all have a certain trait in common? There were both male, and female, so it’s not that. . . none of us really looked the same. . .we were all dressed. . . wait! We were all dressed in pretty ragged, dirty, older clothes. Were we all from farms; small towns?”
“Would you look at this, a mortal believing they can stand up to me! Your petty attempts at guessing why I have done what I’ve done just make me cry from laughter; I will not share my secrets, and I will definitely not have a problem killing you. So, I suggest you leave my sight before- Oh, why am I even waiting?” and with that said, Vecna waved his hand, and I fell to the ground coughing before everything was black.
I opened my eyes a few moments later, which actually felt like years, but to my knowledge, everything looked the same.
“Don’t doubt the power of a God; if I want to demolish you, I shall, and I will do it again,” Vecna bellowed, “NOW OUT OF MY SIGHT.”
“Fine,” I huffed under my breath, and started strolling toward the door. Vecna smirked at me, and began talking to one of his other servants. I was almost to the door, when my face lit up with information.
“PELOR AND THE RAVEN QUEEN!” I exclaimed.
Furious now, Vecna turned from his assistant, and said, “What do you have to say, now, you incompetent fool?”
“All the people you stole are farmers,” I started, “because they all believe in a simple life. They work, eat their goods, sell some, and repeat. Everything is as it is supposed to be. The God of Sun and Summer, and the Goddess of Death, are two common deity’s worshiped by farmers. The god of Harvest, because they know he controls the season for their crop, the sun and summer; the way their food grows; their way of life. They also have a respect for the Raven Queen, because the farmers know that everything comes to an end; death is a natural and beautiful thing, and they respect their crops withering, as do their own bodies. THAT IS WHY YOU TOOK ALL THE FARMERS, AND NO ONE ELSE. This is to spite the Raven Queen, and Pelor. If you make her followers into the thing she hates, she won’t take them back, and in changing us into undead, we become evil, which is the very thing Pelor can’t stand. This is some weird, deity war, and you’re trying to get the upper hand against your own foes, by taking us normal folk and turning us into disasters.”
The God of the Undead look at me with such anger in his eyes, I thought they were going to burn through my very soul. His eyes were all I remembered. The next thing I know, I’m slowly opening my eyes, with trees above me, and a sharp sting on my ass cheek. I roll over, cough, and slowly stand. I was laying on a rock.
“If you’re going to zap me out of your layer, you could at least be courteous enough to watch where I land.” I wipe myself off, straighten my clothing, and started walking. I ended up in a small town, and strolled into the tavern. There seemed to be no one around, until a barkeep popped up behind the counter.
“What can I get you?” The barkeep slightly snarled.
“A human skull, by any chance?” I asked.
The look on the man’s face rang of horror, and seemed to disappear just as soon as he had appeared.
“Why do you need a human skull?” The voice came from my side; I turned to see an older, creepier looking man sitting by the fireplace.
“I didn’t see you there when I walked in,” I replied, which only seemed to annoy the man.
“Dear, I’m trying to help you, do not question me.”
“But, questioning is my specialty,” I smirked, before explaining that I planned on using the skull as a makeshift focal point for my spells.
“I’m a sorcerer, so I need something to cast my magic from. And, what can I say, I enjoy bones.”
“There’s a graveyard on the outskirts of town, through the woods. There’s probably a skull out there, but I warn you, with graveyards usually come zombies, cultists, or dangers of the like.” the man accounted for.
“Easy enough for me,” I waved goodbye, and started to walk out, when I heard some rustling behind me. I turned to see the commotion, and a goblin had run in, stolen some papers from the desk, and tried to throw them into the fireplace. The barkeep, obviously angered, ran after him, grabbed the papers from the goblin, and told him to, in lack of words, fuck off. Saddened, the small man shuffled out of the door.
“That little guy could help me fight. . .” I thought, as I followed the goblin out the door.
Outside, my skin started to burn, so I threw a cloak on to keep out as much sun as possible, covering as much of myself as I could. I followed the goblin to a gnoll, who was pissing on the side of the road.
“Hah. . . he’s cute. . . weird, but cute.”
I strolled up to the strange pair and conversed with them, telling them my plans to go to the graveyard up the way in search of a human skull, and the possibility of zombies. The companions looked at each other, shrugged, and agreed to join me. The three of us set off at once, following the path out of town, up to the forest.
While walking between the trees, we heard some rustling, and low growl coming from the west. We all cautiously looked around, and followed the sound to an opening in the trees. In the middle of the area was a small pond, a boat, and a bear-looking creature duel-wielding hammers, shouting to the water. The curious goblin ran ahead, which I learned was named Skallynags; the gnoll identifying as Hykjyk.
“What are you doing?” Skally questioned the bear with a raspy voice.
“Trying to retrieve my boat, if you must know.” the bear replied; un-amused.
“Why retrieve it? That’s boring, compared to just-” Skally stops himself from talking momentarily as he takes out a flare, and chucks it at the pond, landing on the boat as it catches fire to the wood, “making it explode,” the goblin finishes.
The bear gets a furious look in his eyes before asking why he would do that.
“Don’t get mad at him, he’s stupid,” Hykjyk butts in.
“Yeah, besides, we have to get going, Skally, so come on,” I say, before turning my back to walk.
“Go where?” The bear asks.
“To the graveyard to kill zombies,” Skallynags looks up toward the bear, explaining.
“And retrieve a human skull, hopefully,” I add.
“I’m aware of this graveyard, and it’s coordinates, which, for starters, is to the East, not North.” The bear, later learned to be named Bjorn, replied, “May I join on your adventure?”
Confused, I respond, “I mean, if you really want to, but what about your boat?”
Bjorn explained, “In all honesty, it wasn’t my boat. Now, let us venture off before dark hits. Zombies seem to multiply when you cannot see them.”
With that, we were off. Four adventurers, if you’d call us that, on a mission to literally just get me a human skull. We fought, we rested, and we were around each other for more than five minutes; for some reason, that seemed to make us family. I still worry if Vecna is going to try to seek vengeance on me for turning on him, but what can I say? I might have a shit personality, but I still have morals, even as an undead minion. Life goes on, I guess.