Preferred Equipment: Flamberge, assortment of concealed knives, poisons, breastplate, bracers, crystal necklace
Treasury: 15100 GP
Relentless Siege: Dianth's men are conditioned through years of service. They are slow to tire, eager to please and live for the thrill of battle. As the battle wears on and the ground is stained with blood and the air is filled with the screams of the dying, they are only invigorated. These relentless men and women are terrifying to those who are unaccustomed to such conditions. [Effects: As battle wears on, passive bonus to army and chance to incite fear]
Daemonic Transformation: Dianth possesses knowledge of a long forgotten of powerful daemonic magic. Through the inscription of runes into her flesh, she has mastered the ability to manifest in the form of a greater daemon and all the prowess that they possess for a duration of time. [Reroll Physical tree and add 2 skills for a duration of time.]
Physical
[3]
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Magic
[8]
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Command
[3]
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Wealth
[6]
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Influence
[2]
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Dedication
[8]
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Daemon Breed
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Summon Efreeti Imp
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Telepathic Command
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Furs
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Disenchanted Priests
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Fanatical Leadership
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Great Wings
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Summon Incubi/Succubi
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Harpies
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Goblin Iron
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Dark Loremasters
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Spirited Leadership
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Dirty Trickster
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Summon Daemonic Infantry
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Lionataurs
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Small Lands
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Infernal Ambitions
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Summon Higher Daemon
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Normal Lands
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Wiser Than She Looks
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Gateway
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Big Lands
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Dominator
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Curse Magic
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Pillaging Experts
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You Can't Kill the Messiah
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Fire Magic
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Wave of Despair
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Plagues of the Eternal
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Doubtless Loyalty
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Biography: Thirty-two years ago, Dianth was born to a moderately sized mining town named Vossheim, raised by her mother at the brinks of the town out in the woods away from public scrutiny. Rumours flew here and there about the witch of the town and her daemonic offspring, but no one was bold enough to explore the edge of the town and actually investigate the curious child.
Her father was a non-factor in her childhood. He simply never existed as far as she knew. If she had been amongst the villagers, she might have heard the whisperings about how he was a daemon. Perhaps it was even true. It would explain her wings and small horns. Perhaps it would even explain her mother's penchant for disappearing during nights of the full moon into the woods.
The curiosity of the girl began to get the best of her and she eventually followed her mother on one of these nights. It would be this night that she would uncover that her mother was hosting meetings of a coven of women to attempt summonings and magic rituals. Much to everyone's surprise, horror, and demise, it worked that night. They managed to summon the greater daemon Thalatauh at the expense of their own lives. However, she was bound into a pact at that moment with the child Dianth.
At that moment, though, Dianth was thrust into a world with no one to care for her but the daemon. The daemon, though, took on the role and began to teach her magic and the talents of summoning other daemons and forming pacts and other basic skills. Perhaps not as effectively as a parent might have sufficed, but it was proving to help Dianth well enough through the world as she studied in her cottage alone and utilized small daemons in order to provide for herself until she grew older.
She began to venture further and further out, hiding her daemonic features by folding her wings close and wearing cloaks. She began to explore her mountain town and found it hardly welcoming as the mine was going under. It was a dying town and there was hardly anything to be had here. She needed room to grow, and at Thalatauh's urging, she took off for the city of Taeviel's Crossing.
It was there that she encountered her first friend, Odiara and they hired the sword of Gregor together. They made plans and began to travel the mountain expanses together. Odiara at first was untrusting of her talents with the daemonic arts but soon began to appreciate them for their uses, even if she found reasons to distrust the daemons, she trusted Dianth.
Of course, that all began to change as Dianth began to make more pacts with other daemons and they were no longer simply traveling as humble adventurers. Dianth set herself to making herself a known presence and securing power as a daemonic summoner for reasons even she was not sure she understood. It was in her head that she wanted more, but not land. Not quite power, perhaps simply to be secure that she was safe and things would not be taken from her so easily.
But as her powerbase grew, she began to commit greater atrocities. It began first at killing a few strangers for no apparent reason. Then entire towns. That was not enough, though. She began to pervert towns, traveling deeper into the mountains farther into Moorstear and perverting a temple town before burning it to the ground with her band of zealots. Of course, that was before she set a plague upon another village and allowed them slowly to die of disease.
Of all her crimes, her followers had never thought she would think so low as to fall in upon them, though. Certainly not upon her most inner circle, either, though. It was after she had sought council with Thalatauh and learned a long forgotten magic. Surely, she would have tested it out upon some hapless fool. None would have thought that hapless fool would have been her closest of friends, Odiara, though.
To this day, their friendship has suffered as the lionataur is wracked with physical pain and is tormented with her visage. Yet, the overlord seems hardly effected. She continues on with her her conquest. The only things she seems truly frightful of is that her progression will stop or that the daemons she is in pact with will decide they are no longer satisfied with the terms of their arrangements and turn upon her. Yet, for that very reason, she will stop at nothing to see that they are appeased.
