Question : Would you allow
Brew Fleshcrafting Poison ? It's a Feat from a Paizo produced adventure for 3rd edition D&D called 'Endless Night'. It's a more versatile version of 'Flesh Graft' which I would likely be taking as well prior to Brew Fleshcraft Poison for one type of character I have in mind.
Would
Mad Crafter be allowed as a class? It is Homebrew.
Thinking either a Transmutation Wizard (branching into Flesh Crafting/Grafting)(
Mad Crafter if it's allowed) or a Artificer Merchant.
If only one of the options I questioned about is allowed that's fine. I'd prefer the Mad Crafter over Fleshcraft to pair the would be Demi-god with the following Deity.
Doctor Lin'sa Dal'maka (aka. Doc )
Race : Savant Apostle Kryton Drow
Alignment : Lawful Evil
Gender : Male
Domains :Knowledge, Alchemy, Fear, Medicine, Pain
Titles : Father of Monsters, The 'Good' Doctor, The Merchant of Flesh, The Scalpel of Agony, Bringer of Terror, The Physician of Pain, Kin of Kyton (Think the Cenobites from the Hellraiser Series)
Description
Few can comprehend the monster which is Dal'maka, a mad man bent on discovering every dark secret of the universe no matter who he must experiment on to achieve his goals. Once a Drow who traveled the world to learn his chosen profession as a 'healer', it was Dal'maka who first believed that the cutting and sewing of flesh could be used to not only heal a person but also learn about the body. Dal'maka however did this not because he wished to save people but because he wished to know the truth hidden within the mortal form; that which the gods used to create life and intelligence. Not confined to simpering ideals like morality or good will, Dal'maka did everything in his power to not only master life but also to improve upon it; creating twisted monstrosities from the very flesh of his patients and exploring the limitations of the mortal mind through pain and torture. Dal'maka even experimented on himself, turning his own body into that of a monster which could frighten even the bravest of men.
Appearance
When Dalmaka was young he appeared as a rather handsome Drow male with a keen intelligence and gentlemanly poise. Often he would hide his appearance behind a mask and heavy clothing to protect himself from the surface world but even then his charm and reserved, pleasant nature slipped through such coverings. Such gentlemanly behavior was mostly a rues to fool others as to Dalmaka's true nature but as the Drow's experiments continued and he began to make additions to himself, Dalmaka's outward appearance soon began to match the man's own twisted vision of improvement.
Personality
- On the Surface : Doc projects the aura of a gentleman of intelligence, one who sees others as beneath him but unworthy of the effort it would take to ridicule or make enemies of them. He instead acts cordial and well mannered with a slight air of superiority; sometimes like he's speaking to young children.Surface Thoughts : To Doc others are not only inferior, they are only worthy as subjects of experimentation and study, so that he himself may grow closer to understanding the secrets of reality. There are some, powerful individuals with great deals of experience and knowledge, which might gain Doc's respect but said respect extends only as far as Doc can use these people to his own advantage. If someone is superior to him it is only because Doc has not had the chance to learn what these others know; not because because they are truly superior to him. At most there are many who have bodies superior to Dal'maka's but his mind is/must always be the superior one.. and as long as he has his research his body will soon follow as well.Unconsciously : At his core Doc has an inferiority complex born from his time as a child when he was raised for his 'body' despite the superiority of his mind. His intelligence was always his strongest feature yet no one recognized it past his slightly handsome face and the fact he was a low born male. To this day Dalmaka is still trying to prove to anyone around him that his intelligence is what everyone must pay attention to. Doc also has anger issues stemming from the same time in his life which, although raging madly at the back of his mind when others would dare to insult or interfere with him, manifest as cold, calculating, and patient revenge when her enacts it upon his enemies. Any and all slights will be accounted for in time but reacting immediately to base instincts does not suit a superior intellect like his so he keeps this hatred deep down where it festers and fuels his hatred of the world.Likes : Proving his Superiority : Nothing brings a true smile to Doc's face like being given the chance to demonstrate his superior mind to others; especially when he can do so while in competition with another.Experimentation/Discovery :Cooking : In the past Doc once cooked for his companions, especially when those companions wished for delicacies' that would never find themselves on another menu like the flesh of other sentient creatures. Although Doc had partaken himself at times he never really developed a taste for flesh but he did learn of the joy of cooking which would occasionally help him clear his head during particularly trying problems. Violin Playing : Although Doc has always had more important area's of study rather then learning to play instruments he has always enjoyed a good Strings performance; the violin a particular favorite of his in recent years. More then one bard has saved themselves from the Doctor's more extreme studies thanks to playing for the Physician while he performed himself. The doctor would inevitably enhance these musicians in the end but having music playing while his other patients screamed always helped to mellow some of the Doctor's sharper edges. Dislikes :Women : Based on how he was perceived in Drow society and the issues he had with the main women in his early years Doc has little to no compassion for women; rationalizing that males are the superior gender to mask his hatred of females. Although he would never openly show such feelings women under Doc's 'care' are always shown less leniency then a male might.Being Corrected : As much as Doc enjoys the excitement of Discovery he hates when someone corrects him about something he made a mistake on. When Doc figures out what went wrong on his own it's a discovery but when someone else points out the correct path it's that person insulting the thing Doc takes the most pride in; his intellect. Anyone foolish enough to do this has now created an enemy who will still put on a smiling face until the opportune time to enact his revenge, usually by reducing the offender down to a gibbering idiot through the doctor's experiments.
Doc is one of those people who presents himself one way but in reality his motivations lay elsewhere. To most he acts like a well natured doctor wishing to help everyone he can but in truth this is all just an act. Although Doc does have a great deal of knowledge when it comes to healing people his true passions come from experimentation, especially in the aspects of pain and improvement on pre-existing forms of life. Caring little of who he may hurt in the end to gain insight into the truths of life Dalmaka only speaks sweetly to better achieve his goals, seeing most people as idiotic primitives who lack the intelligence to recognize his true brilliance. Although a true sadist, Doc is intelligent enough to realize the proper time and place to indulge his interests and finds a sweet personality is an excellent tool to attract would be allies/victims.
1. Interacting with others Doc's Role in a group Secrets, Surprises, and Personality Traits Goals Could a Monster ever Love ?Could a Genius ever be wrong? His thoughts on Money Does he have Flaws? Religion Fears Anger
History
Lin'sa was born to a minor house of a Drow settlement which specialized in providing entertainment to the other houses, primarily of a sensual fashion. In many ways it was nothing more then a whore house where the males of the family were used as playthings for the more powerful families. His family neither had the power nor the ambition to really advance themselves within Drow society, instead surviving only because they weren't a threat to others. Lin'sa grew up in an environment where all that was expected of him was to serve those who paid his mother for him and to smile the entire time. For Lin'sa this was unacceptable. He hated just being a pretty young face, not even the prettiest at that, and knew he was meant for greater things. Slowly Lin'sa snuck various books out of his mother's library and began teaching himself everything he could. His mind soaked up everything like a sponge and soon the young drow began to put what he learned into practice.
Initially this was using the books he had found about massage and pressure points to provide relaxing distractions for his customers and utilizing what he had learned about chemistry and Drow bodies to create drinks that danced upon the tongue and calmed the mind. Eventually this knowledge extended to how to speak with his customers properly, how to watch for minor changes in their bodies to anticipate their needs, and where to push to create the greatest reaction. The more he learned the more he discovered that all of this was based around basic laws that governed the body and world around it, in other words science. The pleasures that his customers felt was all based around biology and chemistry rather then the assumed concepts of love and beauty. As long as you knew the right rules and how to exploit them there wasn't anything you couldn't do.
It was also around this time that Lin'sa began to take an interest in torture. It started with him sneaking one of his mothers many pets away and slaughtering it to relieve the rage and frustration he had over how his mother treated him, caring more for her exotic pets then him. Feeling a surge of euphoria it wasn't long before young Lin'sa captured another pet, but this time taking slowly killing the small creature, imagining every yelp of pain as if it was coming from his mother. Not only did this extend the feeling of pleasure but it also allowed him to learn about the creature as he took apart, connecting some of the knowledge he had absorbed from his books and seeing it's real life equivalent.
One night Lin'sa found a new book his mother had acquired outlining the basics of arcane magic. Although it was nothing more then a basic outline, with a few details on love potions and other manipulative spells, which his mother had hoped to use to gain a degree of power and maybe enhance her existing "stock", she wasn't capable of understanding the formulas. However, to Lin'sa it was just another puzzle, another set of rules to discover, and before too long he was using what he had learned to further enhance the concoctions he was using to keep his customers and family happy and compliant. Despite being a male and from a minor house Lin'sa was slowly becoming more and more knowledgeable, using what charm he had to convince his customers to acquire books for him as gifts. His favorites were those about physiology, biology, and chemistry; all of which further enhanced the abilities that he was beginning to develop, abilities that would soon be noticed.
Melika, one of Lin'sa's customers, was a healer for a notable drow house, and a niece of the house's matriarch. Melika's mother was actually in the running to replace the matriarch at the time but that would be revealed later. Melika had taken a liking to the young Lin'sa, recognizing the sharp mind the boy had, but mostly just wanting some pleasant eye candy to be around her. Melika bought the boy and made him her cute little assistant, playing with him whenever the fancy grabbed her. Lin'sa despised being nothing more then a plaything for another woman but at least now he was in an environment which could nurture his budding intellect. Every second Melika was mixing herbs or bandaging a wound Lin'sa watched her like a hawk, taking in every detail he could, learning from every motion. Melika thought it cute and believed the boy to be enamored with her as much as her skills but this couldn't be any further from the truth. Although Lin'sa played the part of the starry eyed boy, like Melika wanted, all he cared about was what he was learning by watching her and reading her books. Soon Lin'sa's own skills in alchemy and healing began to outstep Melika's, even though his skills were more based around knowledge of the body rather then what one would call a healer's hands. As Lin'sa became more knowledgeable and older his allure to Melika began to fade with the healer noticing more and more the true intentions of her plaything. Fortunately for Lin'sa an opportunity arrived before Melika could get rid of him and close off the doors to High Drow society forever.
As mentioned before Melika's mother was also a contender for the position of Matriarch but with the current head of the house in such a strong position Melika's mother was unlikely to ever be more then a tool of her sister's. So a plot was formed, one where Melika would create poisons that others could use to slowly weaken the Matriarch until a new Matriarch would have to take her place. Although Lin'sa had no direct connection to the Matriarch he had been slowly gaining influence with some of the males that attended her by providing them with alchemical remedies and even recreational drugs. Through a combination of promises and threats Lin'sa was able to act as an aid for the Matriarch during one of her baths, having the other attendants leave them alone. Although shocked by the audacity of Lin'sa's actions and the accusations that the young male was laying before her the Matriarch did not kill him. Mostly this was because Lin'sa was very careful in preparing for this event, gathering every piece of evidence he could get his hands on to convince the Matriarch of the truth. While the Matriarch was furious at her sister Lin'sa was able to convince her not to take immediate action since her sisters own influence would create a great divide between the house if the two came to blows now. After all, that was why the plan had been to slowly poison the Matriarch over time, making her weaker step by step so that others could point at her failing health as evidence she wasn't fit to rule, there by corroding her influence. Why not use that same plan to weaken her sister and turn those with her away from her side. Lin'sa would ensure that no blame fell upon the Matriarch and that she wouldn't even have to kill her sister if she didn't wish too, instead providing her with a lesson of what it cost to act against the Matriarch. All he asked was for her to consider his request when he came to her again. She agreed.
Just as he had promised Lin'sa intercepted every vial of poison meant for the Matriarch and switched it with a convincing fake, taking the confiscated poisons and sneaking them into medicine that was meant for Melika's mother. Before long the would be usurper began to fall ill and people began to wonder what was going on. Just before Melika discovered the betrayal Lin'sa presented himself to the Matriarch's court with evidence that Melika had been slowly poisoning her mother in a ploy to advance her own position within the house. Included in the evidence was a journal written in Melika's handwriting outlining the whole plot and the formula of the poison being used. When asked what he wished as a reward for his service to the House Lin'sa only asked to be able to continue serving the Matriarch as Melika was suppose too and to be able to prove his loyalty to the House by participating in the punishment of his previous master.
Unfortunately the matriarch had never planned on keeping her side of the deal with the young male upstart and declared that it was clear both he and Melika were conspirators worthy of punishment, after all, how else would he know so much. Both he and Melika would be imprisoned for their crimes against the family, with the boy to be executed publically as an example to other servants. In truth this was all just a way to silence Lin'sa as the Matriarch moved to deliver the finishing blow to her sister before manipulating her niece into being her next loyal puppet. Fortunately Lin'sa had accumulated enough influence among the lower members of the family and had prepared for such a betrayal. Although he was imprisoned, that night he made his escape from the house and disappeared into the caverns beyond. His adopted house was too influential for him to stay within the city as he would soon be captured and killed for his 'crimes'. He could try to survive the wilds of the underdark but Lin'sa knew how dangerous they truly were so instead he chose to go up, to the surface, for although the dreaded sun would be a hindrance Lin'sa knew, from his studies, that it wasn't impossible to survive up there for his kind.
Soon finding himself among the wilds of the surface Lin'sa came upon a group of Duergar bandits who had recently failed in attacking a local cavern. Initially the bandits had thought to kill him to prevent themselves from being found but upon realizing what he was and after he offered to heal the wounded Lin'sa soon convinced the group that he was a renegade from his own people and would be willing to help the group if he was allowed to join. Impressed with his abilities and words the group soon agreed and took him back to their base to introduce him to their boss.
Although it took some time Lin'sa, now called Doc by the bandits, earned their respect, although not their complete trust. This was fine since the degree of fear his presence sometimes caused the group actually fed his ego quite well. Underground he had just been another male, a toy of the female elite, but here not only was he able to truly show off his skills but be feared as well. As long as he kept the bandits healthy he was allowed to do as he wished and received the occasional captive to practice on. Still, it wasn't quiet enough. Even if he held a position of influence among these bandits the group never held any true power and Lin'sa always remembered what had been done to him back home, the embarrassments and betrayals which someone of his skill and intelligence never deserved. He needed more, enough to eventually return home and quench the burning fury held within his heart with the blood of all those who had looked down upon him, but he needed to be patient.
Just as Lin'sa had put a plan in motion to slowly poison the leader of the bandits, so as to take control of the group himself, the local lawmen were able to finally track the bandits back to their camp. The bandit boss might have been able to tipped the scales to lead his men to victory except Lin'sa's poisons were already taking effect and his slightly weakened state was enough to spell the end of the Bandit Boss. Foiled again Lin'sa tried to escape but was quickly caught. Initially the lawmen believed his lies of having been captured by the bandits and being forced to care for them but when one of the commanders ordered his face revealed it was all over. Fortunately, rather then be killed on the spot the same commander who had revealed Lin'sa's true nature, he instead wanted the Drow to be imprisoned for later questioning. It was thought that Lin'sa might be an agent of the Drow's and that the bandits had been a part of a larger ploy from the subterranean aggressors. What ever the case, Lin'sa was now having to find a way out of his incarceration before his imprisoners discovered how wrong they were and kill the young Drow for the trouble.
That's when a Duegar by the name of Flint, a rather brash but powerful fighter from the bandits returned from a delivery previously that day. Unaware of the Drows betrayal of the group and presented with an opportunity to strike at the group of guards escorting Doc, away from the main force, Flint descended upon the ill prepared men and quickly carved them open with his axe. Fully intending to charge into the thick of things, a plan that would surly kill the dugar, Flint stopped only because Doc was able to convince him that throwing their lives away for a lost cause was not the answer. After all wasn't it better if they lived and were able to continue to inflict death upon people from the shadows rather then waste their talents. Although hesitant Flint eventually agreed and joined the Drow in fleeing to a neighboring kingdom where their crimes were not known.
In their new home Doc and Flint were soon joined by two others, a man named Serres skilled in the ways of stealthy assassination and a charming young woman named Bell who had a rather fanatic streak against the local priests. Together their group performed the occasional job from the shadows when their particular form of cruel care was needed. This was almost brought to a crashing halt when their fixer, a man named Courser who had profited from their skills, was caught by the local constables and was planning to spill the beans on all of them. Luckily a mysterious woman calling herself Tiadora, who also had dealings with Courser, caught wind of the rat and hired the group to plug the leak. So impressed with their skills, having killed both Courser and all the men guarding him, Tiadora soon hired Doc and his crew to free a prisoner currently in transport. Although given only short notice, Doc and his team soon set out with tools bought with money from their first job and a plan largely though up by the good Doctor. When the escort finally arrived at the location for the ambush, a swamp land only a half day from the prison that was their destination, the convoy soon found themselves put upon from all sides with fallen trees to block their paths, fire to hinder their escape, spikes hidden in the muck to cripple man and horse alike, as well as explosive grenades to scatter their forces. With only four people Doc and his group were able to kill the majority of the escort and eventually herd the last of them onto a nearby island within the muck. This too had been a part of Doc's plan, having just recently seeded the ground a scant hour before with oil which with a single spark soon ignited into a firestorm the quickly swallowed the last of the survivors.
With the prisoner now freed and their job done, Doc's group made their way to the designated meeting place to join Tiadora who then escorted them to a spire known as the Horn of Abaddon, a recently reawakened bastion of dark gods who Tiadora represented. It was here that Doc and his companions were offered a position within the organization, positions which the rest of his group jumped at but which Doc was a little hesitant about. True, joining Tiadora in her endeavors might open opportunities for the Good Doctor but it would mean having to once more work for someone else rather then be able to decide his own path. That's when Tiadora showed Doc something her people had been working on, Fleshcrafting.
Doc had heard of this technique before, his people were after all the progenitors of it, but he had never had the chance to study it. It was just the type of knowledge that Doc had been looking for, techniques which could truly transform his patients, allowing him to shape flesh like an artist shaped clay. Soon Doc immersed himself in his work, testing every twisted theory his black heart could conceive but when you lose yourself within your work you lose sight of what is happening around you. Outside of his Lab Tiadora and her organization were having difficulties. So focused were they on their own greatness and the grand armies that came to fight them that they lost sight of the little details, like that group of adventurers who were hired to sneak into the Horn of Abaddon and kill Tiadora. Before Doc realized the armies were at the gate and soon the Horn would be lost, so gathering what supplies he could Doc made his escape from the crumbling fortress.
On the run but now with the knowledge of Fleshcraft Doc built a lab in secret and began to utilize the assets he had been able to save as the Horn fell. Of these were several of his initial experiments which he tasked with assisting him in gathering additional materials, namely people which the Doctor could continue to practice his Fleshcrafting on further expanding his group of freaks.
Before long Doc had built up a large organization but unlike the Horn of Abaddon, Dal'maka kept his operations a secret, hidden deep within the sewers and ruins of the world and focusing on capturing materials that few would miss. There were of course times when a specific, more note worth, specimen would catch the Doctor's eye but even then the Doctor would act very cautiously and create situations where it would appear that his chosen subject had died or disappeared due to other causes.
This was helped by several criminal organizations which Dal'maka began developing relationships with in secret, providing them with enhanced thieves and assassins in exchange for the gathering of information and protection of his anonymity. There were even times when Dal'maka would offer his own expertise in the extraction of information and application of pain to these allies but never going too far to potentially reveal himself and his operations to the world at large. Free to continue his experiments and fueled by his ally's connections Doc achieved new heights of understanding and skill that few could rival but it was still not enough. Having already learned most of what he could from the material realm Dal'maka soon turned his attention to that of the realms where near infinite possibilities and potential patients existed.
During his studies of what lay beyond Dal'maka learned of a race of beings from the beginnings of the world who seemed to share his particular taste in pain and experimentation; the Kyton's. The Kyton were known to mold the spiritual and physical body much in the way Dal'maka had learned to mold the Material one and held the same interest in the applications of pain which the Doctor had become an expert of; or at least he had thought. Gathering resources Dal'maka traveled to the Kyton's home to present himself, primarily to the demagogues Morrobahn and Raetorgash who Dal'maka surmised shared many of his own ideals. Pleased by the Drow's twisted mind and the 'presents' he presented them, the two demagogues allowed the Doctor to learn from their followers provided that he also help them in their own goals as well. Having finally found somewhere he truly felt he belonged Dal'maka readily agreed.
For years Dal'maka learned from these masters of Pain and Evolution, even visiting the cabals of other demagogues as his expertise only continued to grow. Both experiencing and participating in many of the Kyton's practices it wasn't long before Dal'maka's own form began to transform, eventually turning into a Apostle Kryton which only pleased his patrons even more. It was also during this time that Dal'maka met the demagogues Vevelor and Kaikyton who he learned had once been mortal like him before they had obtained the powers of Demi-gods; ascending to their positions of power among the Kyton. Realizing that he needed such power to truly make his dreams of perfection a reality Dal'maka dedicated himself learning the secrets of the Gods and transforming himself into one of them.
Having learned what he needed from his Kyton allies Dal'maka returned to the Material plane to gather the necessary resources needed to take his next step in evolution. Many of his labs had been abandoned or razed by this time due to how long he had spent among the Kyton but there were still some of his experiments who remembered the terror that was their master and who answered his call out of respect or fear of what he might do to them if they did not reply. Once again Dal'maka began working from the Shadows, quietly gathering the sacrifices necessary for his ascension while he extended an offer of services to those willing to pay his price. The Doctor's manic like need to see the next step in his grand experiment come to fruition made him more sloppy then he had been in the past but those who did take notice soon found themselves added to the Doctor's growing collection of materials.
Dogma/Goals
There are two things Dal'maka seeks; knowledge and the 'improvement' of all living things. Yes, pain and fear have their place but these are more past times, pleasant leisure activities, that Dal'maka indulges in while seeking his true goals or ways to test the minds of his creations to make them stronger. Dal'maka believes himself to be one of the, if not thee, most intelligent person in reality and therefor that has the right to know everything. Specifically Dal'maka seeks to better understand and improve upon the forms of sentient creatures, creating new races better suited to their specific rolls. In Dal'maka's eyes nearly all 'natural' creatures are inherently flawed and can be improved upon as he can see nothing but the flaws that others have overlooked or which natural selection has failed to weed out. To achieve this Dal'maka must learn everything about reality and how the creatures that exist within it live, grow, and reproduce. Every patient examined, every body mutilated as but another piece of the puzzle which will eventually lead to the perfection which Dal'maka seeks.
The Realm
Dal'maka's realm is truly something out of a nightmare. Rather then be made of stone or dirt or any other common element his Realm appears to be composed of living, beating flesh and bone. Countless corridors and halls snake throughout like the veins and organs of some great beast, the surfaces beating with the sounds of heartbeats and air flowing like raspy breaths. This all due to the fact that when Dal'maka first ascended to Godhood he did so using a ritual which allowed him to form it with his own hands from the flesh, bone, and sinew of his assistant/'daughter', Summer. Much like he had molded the flesh of countless people Dal'maka harvested what he needed to form the realm from Summer as her spiritual flesh was continually regenerated by countless other souls who had been sacrificed to help fuel Dal'maka's transformation.
With hallways like veins and rooms like the chest and brain cavities of some gigantic creature some might think they are inside some strange, in explainable creature when they first arrive in Dal'maka's domain but although the realms walls pulse with life there is no mind controlling it but Dal'maka's own. Although some rooms are meant for the rest of it's inhabitants the majority of the realm's cavities are filled with lab like rooms and libraries dedicated to Dal'maka's experiments and knowledge. So far only Dal'maka and Summer walk it's halls, each caring for the realm in their own ways but Dal'maka dreams of a time when his realm will fill with his future experiments; flowing like blood cells through the body of the realm.
Not that most people could ever see most of this as Dal'maka keeps his Domain perpetually in the dark, even going so far as using Darkvault to ensure that those who arrive there without the ability to see in the Dark can only navigate through the sounds of the domains living walls and the screams of Doc's victims.
Legendary Item
The Scalpel of Agony, Nwalma Normal Magical Qualities :Ominous Keen Gory Drow Razor +5
Legendary Abilities :Intelligent (Lv.3) (Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 14; Animate, Skill (Heal))
History : For years Dal'maka traveled the world as Doc, experimenting and torturing to better understand the truths of life all while using a favorite tool of his; a scalpel of incredible sharpness and precision. It was with this tool that Dal'maka delved into the bodies of others, all of their pain and fears eventually soaking into the knife as the Doctor continued his life of experimentation. However, it was only when Dal'maka sought out the teachings of the Kyton that he, and his scalpel, found their true forms. While Doc learned of the ways of the Kyton these demonic beings took a particular interest in the power that lay hidden within the knife; a power that they knew well how to tap. Much like how the Kyton twisted the souls of mortals through pain they now transformed the scalpel into a true instrument of fear and suffering, able to not only cut through almost any one but also instilling in them the same fear and pain which the knife had created so many times before. By the time Dal'maka was finished learning from his new brothers the Kyton were prepared to present the Doctor with his improved tool of choice.
With scalpel in hand Dal'maka continued his travels and experiments, cutting into the flesh of any he could but as he did so he began to notice that the scalpel now seemed to control the flesh itself. Not only that but it began to change shape, the flesh and bone of his victims slowly merging with the dagger until it became a work of true horror fueled by the anguish of those it cut. Upon ascending to Godhood Dal'maka's scalpel had absorbed so much suffering that it took on a mind of it's own, one dedicated to the carving of flesh, creation of pain, and feeding on the fear of it's victims.
Those Closest to the Doctor
Name :Henulca
Race : Augur Kyton
Gender : Male
Class : Familiar (Parasite)
Background :
While Dal'maka was with the Kyton there was one Kyton in particular, a Augur, which Dal'maka came to call Henulca who was assigned to keep an eye on the Drow as he learned the truths of pain and suffering. When it was finally time for Dal'maka to leave the Kyton the drow offered to allow the Augur to bare witness to his future activities provided that it agreed to serve him during that time. Having grown interested in the sadistic Drow Henulca agreed, killing a symbiotic familiar Dal'maka had previously been using and took it's place at the back of Dal'maka's neck. Now Henulca assists Dal'maka and watches the Drow's back from the view of it's newest home.
Name : Summer Marley
Race : Apostle Kyton Human
Gender : Female
Class : Lv. 15 Wizard (Pact Wizard)
Background Summer was the child of a pair of adventurers well known for their practice of hunting down dangerous individuals connected to criminal organizations. The pair, along with those who worked with them, had heard of Dal'maka's existence and had begun an investigation to track down the mysterious 'Good Doctor'. Unfortunately Doc caught wind of their inquires into him before they could truly find him and sent a team of his minions to.. acquire them and anyone near them to ensure that his location was kept secret. Barely more then a young child and captured by the mad man, with little hope to escape, Summer was forced to watch as one after another her family and friends were experimented on and transformed, fearfully waiting for her own turn upon the table. However, Dal'maka had other plans for the girl.Personality On the surface Summer is a cheerful and friendly person who regularly offers comfort to the Doctors victims and other guests to his realm. This isn't because she actually feels empathy for them, more that she's jealous of them for receiving pain from the Doctor which she has come to connect to love from him. The less suffering others feel the more she will have and therefore be closer to her wish of being the sole receiver of the Doctor's 'love'. She knows well enough not to take this too far as to interfere with the Doctor's experiments, knowing full well that the Doctor will isolate her in response; abandoning her to imprisonment devoid of his attention which she truly fears.
Summer's Familiar Name : Mr. CuddlemuffinsRace : Auger KytonType : Parasite Familiar
Followers
Those who follow Dal'maka normally fall into one of three categories; those he has created, those who seek his knowledge, and those who revel in the pain of others.
Miscellaneous Extras
The room was dark as a void with a tinge of iron in the air. The man, a human soldier from a captured caravan, had been brought here and strapped down to some form off table, it's leather bindings holding his hands and feet firmly but not so firm as to cut into his skin. The caravan had been laden with numerous treasures when it had been attacked by a group of bandits. The man had been knocked unconscious and when next he awoke he had found himself blindfolded and taken here under guard to be strapped to this table before being left alone. Now the man lay here pondering what sort of nightmare he had awoken too.Who's there? Hello? What's going on "? The man's voice demanding answers. Despite not being able to see the soldier could hear the footsteps of the person who entered echoing across the wood floor. "Why am I tied here? What is it you want "!?! The man's voice was beginning to betray the fear he was feeling, left helpless here on this table, no idea what was to come next. A voice answered him, sweet as honey, lightly echoing around the cold dark room. "My name is Doctor Dal'maka, may I ask who you are "? A little confused the man answered, "Rider, Clifford Rider of the Red Sword mercenaries ". The voice returned, now standing above the man's head, possibly leaning over him. "Well my dear Mr. Rider, you were recently captured and brought here to help me understand a few things. I do so hope you can help me and afterwards you'll be free. How does that sound "? Clifford strained against his bindings once more to no avail. "Doesn't look like I have much choice ". A light chuckle came from the Doctor, "No, I guess you don't ". The Doctor's hands began to lightly trace Clifford's face as pair of small blades could be felt on the doctor's right hand but neither cut into Clifford's skin. Despite this Clifford still recoiled from the touch of the cold metal. The doctor continued, "No worries my boy, just looking at your bone structure. You have a very strong jaw line. Inherited from your father I suppose "? Clifford answered, "A-Actually every one says it's from my mother ". A hint joy escaped from the Doctor's voice, "Fascinating ". As I was saying, I'm hoping that you'll be able to assist me with understanding your race a little. I've studied your people a little, their culture, language, physiology, etcetera; but there's only so much one can understand from books and second hand accounts before one needs to take a more hands on approach ". Clifford could hear the tinkling of metal which made the man feel a little uneasy. "S-so your n-not from Talingarde? Are you a spy from {Foreign Power}!? You won't get anything out of me "! The man's courage had returned, the thought of some foreigner using him to betray his people strengthening his resolve to resist.Oh, no worries my boy, what I'm looking to learn has nothing to do with what you know or your country. I want to know something a little more intimate ". Something about how the Doctor had said that last part, with just a hint of glee, struck Clifford with a complete sense of dread. "W-what do you mean by thaAAAAAAAAAH "! Pain flashed through Clifford's arm as a blade suddenly cut into his skin, flaying a thin strip from his arm without cutting too deep. "Moura's Teat!!! Go ahead and torture me, I'll tell you nothing "? That voice, still so full of honey, now struck Clifford with feelings of pure panic. "Like I said my boy, I have no interest in what you know, only in how your body works. I needed more hand's on experience with your kind and you are lucky enough to be the subject of my latest experiment. I'm going to use my scalpel here to slowly cut into you, peeling back your skin, slicing your muscles, bisecting your nerves, all to find your most intimate and sensitive areas ". His voice, the voice of this madman, had said all of this to Clifford like a lover might, with a tone of pure joy and exhilaration. "But you said I'd be free "! Clifford's mind raced as the fear and adrenaline rushed through him, cornered like some poor animal about to be slaughtered. "And you will be. Once I've finished with my experiments, once I've explored every way you can feel pain, I'll let you go. Of course how well you'll be able to function after I'm finished ... Well, we'll see now won't we. Don't worry, I'm an excellent Doctor so I'll be sure to keep you alive. Now tell me, does this hurt more or less then my last cut "?
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Nine Demagogue Rundown
Name Domain Domain Domain Domain Sub-Domains Aroggus The Abbey Maker Evil Law Protection Trickery Barravoclair Lady of the Final Gasp Death Evil Healing Law Fharaas The Seer in Skin Evil Knowledge Law Repose Inkariax The White Death Evil Law Void Water Kaikyton The Stitchweaver Community Earth Evil Law Morrobahn The Parasite Seed Animal Evil Law Travel Raetorgash The Skull-Hoarder Evil Healing Law Luck Sugroz The Voice in Screams Air Evil Law Nobility Vevelor Of the Broken Dream Destruction Evil Law Liberation
Doctor's Realm Features Magic Effects Rooms (Primary space = 40 sq)(Temporary Expansions w/ Create Demiplane = 10x20 = 200 10' squares)Key rooms (40 10' squares)Temporary Rooms (200 10' squares)- -Cage, Diminutive or Fine creature x4
-Doc's Room (30'x30'x10')(9 sq)
Ideas Mythic Fleshwarper
As you might guess 'Doc' was from another god campaign (Pathfinder ruleset) and I've got a lot of work put into him. The idea of him 'seeding' part of himself to collect information on unusual creatures within the mortal plane to expand his own field of Knowledge fits well with the Mad Crafter Class while a Transmuter Wizard studying Fleshcrafting would represent a spark he's using to conduct actual experiments rather then just collect information. Either case I was actually thinking of having the Demigod start neutral but slowly slip into madness the more they developed and grew closer to Dal'maka.
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