Behold, one cultist in the party. Note: he's an Evil cultist, and cannot spontaneously cast Cure spells. Might want to look for a real healer. He's the type of "Lawful Evil" with a code of honor, and responds well to concepts like "loyalty" and "duty", which might help him in a party with a Paladin in it. He's not the type to fuck over the party, as that would... well, be a suicidally unwise move.
Name: Jonathan Lindon
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Level: 1
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Languages: Common, Infernal, Abyssal.
XP: 270
Money: 48gp, 9sil.
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Str: 9 | -1
Dex: 13 | +1
Con: 10 | +0
Int: 15 | +2
Wis: 17 | +3
Cha: 16 | +3
HP: 8
BAB: +0
AC: 14 | 10 | 1 | 3
Fort: +2 | 2 | 0 | 0
Ref: +1 | 0 | 1 | 0
Will: +5 | 2 | 3 | 0
Feats:
- Rapid Reload (Light Crossbow): The time required for you to reload your chosen type of crossbow is reduced to a free action (for a hand or light crossbow) or a move action (for a heavy crossbow). Reloading a crossbow still provokes an attack of opportunity.
- Scribe Scroll: You can create a scroll of any spell that you know. Scribing a scroll takes one day for each 1,000 gp in its base price. The base price of a scroll is its spell level × its caster level × 25 gp. To scribe a scroll, you must spend 1/25 of this base price in XP and use up raw materials costing one-half of this base price.
Racial:
- Humanoid (Human)
- Medium: As Medium creatures, humans have no special bonuses or penalties due to their size.
- Human base land speed is 30 feet.
- 1 extra feat at 1st level.
- 4 extra skill points at 1st level and 1 extra skill point at each additional level.
- Automatic Language: Common. Bonus Languages: Any (other than secret languages, such as Druidic). See the Speak Language skill.
- Favored Class: Any. When determining whether a multiclass human takes an experience point penalty, his or her highest-level class does not count.
Class Abilities:
- Aura (Ex): A cleric of a chaotic, evil, good, or lawful deity has a particularly powerful aura corresponding to the deity's alignment (see the detect evil spell for details). Clerics who don't worship a specific deity but choose the Chaotic, Evil, Good, or Lawful domain have a similarly powerful aura of the corresponding alignment.
- Domain (Summoner):
You cast all conjuration (summoning) and conjuration (calling) spells at +2 caster level.
- Domain (Magic): Use scrolls, wands, and other devices with spell completion or spell trigger activation as a wizard of one-half your cleric level (at least 1st level). For the purpose of using a scroll or other magic device, if you are also a wizard, actual wizard levels and these effective wizard levels stack.
- Rebuke/Control Undead: A cleric may attempt to turn undead a number of times per day equal to 3 + his Charisma modifier. A cleric with 5 or more ranks in Knowledge (religion) gets a +2 bonus on turning checks against undead.
Skills:
Concentration (Con): +0 | 0 | 0 | 0
Craft: Poisons (Int): +4 | 2 | 2 | 0
Diplomacy (Cha): +3 | 3 | 0 | 0
Heal (Wis): +7 | 3 | 4 | 0
Knowledge (arcana) (Int): +4 | 2 | 2 | 0
Knowledge (history) (Int): +4 | 2 | 2 | 0
Knowledge (religion) (Int): +4 | 2 | 2 | 0
Knowledge (the planes) (Int): +4 | 2 | 2 | 0
Profession: Gardener (Wis): +5 | 3 | 2 | 0
Spellcraft (Int): +6 | 2 | 4 | 0
Equipment:
- Morningstar.
- Light Crossbow.
- Dagger.
- Studded Leather.
- Wooden Unholy Symbol.
- Wizard's Spellbook (Cantrips).
- Spell Component Pouch.
- Scroll of Cure Light Wounds x3.
- Bag x2.
- Backpack.
- Bedroll.
Spells: 3/2+1
Orisons:
- Light*: Object shines like a torch.
- Cure Minor Wounds**: Cures 1 point of damage.
1st-Level:
- Summon Monster I**: Calls extraplanar creature to fight for you.
- Cause Fear*: One creature of 5
HD or less flees for 1d4 rounds.
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Jonathan is
so sick of losing. The son of a farmer miles from where the dungeon was found - it stormed heavily during his birth, and the superstitious farmers considered that a horrible omen that the child was destined towards evil. So they treated it as such: every mistake, every childish prank, every case of poor judgement was met with harsh punishment.
Gangly and blond-haired, the youth was restricted in what he was allowed to do by his parents. Not wanting to give Jonathan any strength, they allowed him only to garden: not farm. His responsibility was the small garden of herbs - it was the only place, only area where he gained some manner of recognition - kindness from his parents. They even encouraged him to add more plants to it, which the child did.
He managed to continue in such a manner until his teenage years. The other children had been warned by their parents to stay away from him, which of course led to a few of them sneaking through to find out why. What they instead found was someone starving for companionship, and it wasn't long until he made a few friends. His small group wandered around at night, pretending to be mighty heroes. Jonathan always took the role of the 'wizard' characters, and his friends would encourage that. On his birthday - normally a somber day of quiet contemplation, his friends would sneak him books bought from the halfling caravans. From them, he would travel far from his farm and his parents.
At least until the day his parents found the books. Horrified at the thought of their son becoming something more powerful than a gardener, the two beat him senseless, and then burned each and every book in front of him. It was storming outside that day - when Jonathan finally snapped. The 'omen' had only managed to fulfill itself, as the very garden they restricted him to became their deaths - by the use of a completely natural mix of herbs and insect venom brewed into a painful... and lethal... poison. He fled after that.
It took less than a month for the cult to recruit him. A fledgling group of folks dedicated not to a deity, but to power and magic itself. The miracles that they showed Jonathan captured his heart, and he soon made new friends in the cult. They were impressed with the youth's eagerness, and encouraged it within him. They became his new family - a small group dedicated to gathering power, then sharing it with their allies for more power.
It was there that he grew up, once more with a small garden entirely for toxins and poisons, which the cult made great use of. He scribed scrolls with them and learned how magic items were meant to be used. He rose in the ranks, becoming the right-hand man of the cult's leader, who had become a true father to the youth. Like all things in his life, however, this wasn't about to last.
An adventuring group made up entirely of Jonathan's childhood friends attacked the cult's stronghold. Appearantly, the farmers had learned of the cult's activities and they had gone to exterminate them on their own initiative. A useless endeavor - the cult had no interest in farmers or making their lives harder - it was noble status that they were after. Yet, the small adventuring group made short work of the new family, much to Jonathan's dismay. They came upon the chamber where the cult's leader lay, his murderers standing over him... and once more, Jonathan snapped. Calling upon the denizens of the Nine Hells, infernal rats struggled into the world and tore apart what were once his friends, weakened by their struggles through the other cultists.
It was then that Jonathan was truely alone. He cleared out the bodies, turning the cult hideout into a home for one. He thought about friendship, and the stories he used to read. Was he one of the villains from the books, or like he used to imagine beating up in his friends' imaginary world? What if he really was some being destined towards evil? Would he ever be able to find peace?
When he heard of the opened dungeon, his mind opened up. If he couldn't find peace, he'd
make peace - with whatever magic he could find in that dungeon. Perhaps a legion of undead and devils, and he'd tear a kingdom out from everyone who hated him. He'd rise to the very top, and then he could be happy, he was sure of it. Gathering his things, he turned and made his way towards the village.
At the time, a storm thundered across the area.
