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« on: June 08, 2010, 04:48:54 AM »

As promised something more evil from the the Dark Tower.  Only one left and that one is a terror from the dawn of time.  Enjoy.



It had been a disastrous winter; half of my men were dead or missing. Years of hard work were in jeopardy and my sources were drying up. Ever since the new legates and their masked guards arrived everything had changed.  Even our local legates were acting as if they were afraid that the long arm of the Dark Tower was reaching out for them. We knew how to deal with the legates, but those new guards were unnerving. They traveled in silent groups, never speaking, wearing flat featureless helmets at all times.

The new guards seem to never leave their barracks near the temple unless escorting one of the senior legates. Every attempt I made to get eyes inside the barracks had failed. The guards took their meals behind closed doors, didnít mix with either the false Countís men or the local guards, and had no known vice. I had no way to influence or predict their actions which was upsetting the delicate balance of power in the city. While I couldnít prove it, I knew that they were responsible for my missing men. I would have heard if they'd been captured or killed by the Countís Men. Somehow, I had to remove them from the field.

Before I could make a move against them, they came after me. I was holding a meeting with most of my remaining men when I heard Bergunís voice. At first I was happy, as Bergun had disappeared two days ago and I feared he was dead.  When I went out to meet him, I knew something was wrong. I could see his face and hear his voice as he greeted me, but it wasn't him. Bergun was easily a hand smaller then the man in front of me and maybe a stone lighter. This person looked like him, called me by name, but it wasn't him. Without thinking, I pulled my blade and tried to stab him. As the rest of my men stood by in shock, my blade slipped off the mail hidden under his clothes; mail that Bergun neither owned or ever wore.

As I grappled with whatever it was that looked like Bergun, I heard more voices coming. One or two of my men grabbed the man impersonating Bergun and I was able to plunge my blade into his neck. I yelled for everyone to scatter and go to ground as my resistance cell was effectively dead. Before I ran I took a moment to look at the dead man at my feet. His face was Bergunís but looking closer I could see that the face was basically a mask; as if Bergunís skin was laid over another face. As I ran I realized that Bergunís face had been carved from his body and somehow merged onto that man, that thing, that I killed. If the Shadow can take our faces and our voices, how can we know who to trust. If I hadn't sensed the small differences between this thing and Bergun, I and everyone with me would be dead.

Medium Humanoid
Hit Dice 4D8+11 (31 hp)
Initiative: +1
Speed: 30 ft.
AC: 16 (+5 Chainmail, +1 Dex)
Base Attack/Grapple: +5/+7
Attack: +5 (by weapon +2)
Full Attack: +5 (by weapon +2)
Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft.
Special Attacks: None
Special Qualities: Bond Flesh, Dark Vision 60', Dying Thoughts, Emotionless, Voice of the Dead
Saves: Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +8
Abilities: Str 14, Dex 12, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 6
Skills: Listen 6, Ride 8, Sense Motive 8, Spot 6, Survival 8, Swim 6, Tumble 4
Feats: Lightning Reflexes, Power Attack, Toughness
Environment: Central Erenland
Organization: Solitary, Team (3-6), Squad (7-12)
Challenge Rating: 4
Alignment: NE
Advancement: By class, normally Fighter or Rogue

Walking into the light are three men who look like your lost patrol.  As they smile you can see the flesh of their faces has begun to flake away.

The Faceless are a race of servants created by the Shadow in the bowels of the Dark Tower. They are born from the womb of a human woman who dies during childbirth. The newborn grows at a phenomenal rate, reaching full maturity in three years. During that time they are taught to handle a wide variety of weapons and are steeped in the lore and worship of Izrador.

These fanatical servants are sexless and true to their name, have no face, just a flat, blank surface with two eyes and a slits for a mouth and nose. The Faceless are devoid of emotion and are the perfect servant for the legates. The Dark God has given the Faceless several gifts, including the ability to steal a personís face, mimic his voice, and read his dying thoughts. That ability has allowed them to infiltrate resistance groups and even factions of the Order of Shadow.

For the Faceless to take the appearance of another person, they have to flay the skin from their victimís face while he or she is still alive. The still living flesh is then placed on the head of the Faceless where it merges with its flesh. As their victim dies in agony the Faceless can steal their surface thoughts to allow them to better impersonate their victim. The impersonation is far from perfect.  The Faceless can not change itís shape or the color of its pale grey eyes.

The ceremony that creates a Faceless must be completed in Theros Obsidia and be conducted by at least one greater legate. So far, the numbers of Faceless are small but growing.  Without emotion they are the perfect loyal servant of the Dark God and are slowly replacing orcs and Dorn mercenaries as the guardians of the elite of the Shadow. The Faceless are constantly training and advance in level as fighters or rogues.

Combat: Faceless are cold and calculating combatants, that have no concern for their own safety. They will fight to the death to protect their legates. They have no fear and are immune to any mind altering/affecting spells.

Bond Flesh (Su): A Faceless can take the flesh from any humanoid and graft it to its own body. The flesh will remain pliable and lifelike for up to three days before greying and slowly flaking away.  The Faceless have no care for their appearance and will often leave the dead flesh on their body until it completes flakes away presenting a horrid visage.
Dying Thoughts (Su): After removing a victims face, the Faceless can place its handís onto the raw flesh and draw the dying thoughts from its victim.  The thoughts are fleeting glimpses of people and places, hopes and dreams. The stolen thoughts and any information obtained from torture allows the Faceless to temporarily impersonate their victims.
Emotionless (Ex): The Faceless have no desires, no hopes, and no fears. They are immune to all mind affecting spells or spell like effects.
Voice of the Dead (Su): As a final indignity to their victims, the Faceless steal their voices and are able to speak exactly as their victim did. This ability allows the Faceless to speak any language the victim spoke fluently. The Faceless in their cruelty often taunt their victims with their own voice as they die.

Spell Energy / Taint +6/-1
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« Reply #1 on: June 08, 2010, 02:37:32 PM »

Oh, the potential. Very nice.

I like the cut of your jib. How do I subscribe to your newsletter?
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