CRB is a repository of all the creative things that float through my mind about the RPG Pathfinder. Two major features are random character generation and building characters based on the god they worship. Anything that seems like it adds to the creative aspects of the game will pop up from time to time, including location descriptions, adventure ideas and even short stories. CRB won't just be my own creativity, it will open the floor to anyone who has an idea sparked by what I present to you.

Friday, February 3, 2017

Character 62 - Caoloai

This character  had a lot of pieces to tie together. Figuring out a character of an ethnic group that is not common to the listed homeland isn’t easy. Nor is how to get the half-sister without making another bastard-born child. And of course what class to choose for this character. 

Choosing a class was really the most difficult part. There were a lot of options and none really stood out. I weeded out any intelligence or charisma based characters to start. The high wisdom meant a divine character would work best, but Yog-Sothoth didn’t lend itself to divine casters. I had also recently done a Warpriest and an Inquisitor so I needed to move away from that. I ended up linking his bird-like celestial blood to his class by choosing a ranger with the falconer archetype. 

Illustration by Luis Perez

Born in the god-forsaken land of Rahadoum, Caoloai’s life took a tragic turn early. Although his parents were lower-class by birth his father sought to move them out of their current state. His parents lived as subsistence farmers and when Caolai’s mother was pregnant his father joined the Pure Legion.  Although the life of a soldier — hunting those who forsook the laws of man — was no easy profession, he wanted what was best for his family. 

Caoloai had the ashen skin of his people but he was born with a full head of blond hair. This was the first sign of things to come for the young Rahadoumi. As he aged he didn’t grow much despite the fact that his father stood well over six feet tall. Even his twin sisters were taller than him by the the age of ten, and he was two years older.  His father assumed he’d have his growth spurt when he hit puberty but something much worse happened. 

The first signs were the colored streaks in his hair. This was followed quickly by Caoloai’s eye color changing to a deep amber. When the feathers started appearing on his forearms it was clear – at least to his parents – what was happening.  Being a part of the Pure Legion his father was well versed in the divine and he knew his son – his eldest – had the blood of a celestial running through his veins. This posed a very immediate problem. 

Caoloai’s father was torn. Love of his son and love of his country battled in his mind. His mother on the other hand was more decisive; she turned her own son in. They came in the night and took away the confused boy. His father cried but there was little he could do at the moment. It wasn’t until the next day that he made up his mind. He used his position to see his son and broke him out of the local outpost before he could be transferred. 

Flight from the Pure Legion isn’t simple, but his father’s knowledge of their skills and tactics kept them one step ahead. The border wasn’t far and they made it into Thuvia. Heading toward the capital, leaving getting as far away from Rahadoum was their ultimate goal. Boarding the first boat leaving Merab, the father and son ended up at the terminus of their journey in Jalmeray. 

Jalmeray turned out to be a place of new revelations for the young aasimar. As it turns out the celestial blood he inherited belonged to the Garuda. These bird like creatures were supposedly birthed by the Vudrani goddess Janasini. Unlike in his home country, where his celestial blood was reviled, in Jalmeray he was met with awe and wonder. 

Caoloai was drawn to birds. While his father took up work as a guard for hire, his son took an interest in falconing. His Garuda blood made being around the avians feel like returning home. He trained his own bird day in and day out and even began entering competitions. Even so young he distinguished himself as a master falconer. 

He also began to immerse himself in the Vundrani forms of mysticism and enlightenment. There were many gods among the pantheon of the impossible kingdoms and although this left a lot choice for worship, it also meant that many unsavory beings could sneak among the mystery cults of Jalmeray. This would one day become Caoloai’s downfall. 

His father remarried when he was sixteen. His new wife was another outsider to Jalmeray, an elven woman. While his father was occupied with his new bride, and eventually his fourth child - another sister – Caoloai would spend much of his time running with the street kids. His best friend knew everyone and everything on the streets of Niswan. The aasimar became a fairly common face, roaming the streets with his bird and his bow. 

All of this popularity and interest in the mystical drew attention of the wrong sort. It was easy enough for Yandari to seduce the young man, his own self-doubt helped in this account. Using mind-altering substances during meditations as well as more intimate means of actualization kept the boy coming back for more. He thought he was in love, and he thought he was expanding his mind beyond the bounds of space and time. What he was doing was allowing an insidious evil in. 

Things happened so fast. It wasn’t until there were more than a dozen bodies behind him that Caoloai realized what he’d become. At this point he didn’t care though. He had done it all for her, and for their hidden master. When he accepted his true nature Yandari brought him into the fold of the true cult. Worshipers of the outer god Yog-Sothoth. 

Caoloai has left his family behind, disappeared into the underground of Niswan. He has devoted his life to his mistress and her patron. He has become an assassin for the outer god and its minions. His occasional bouts of doubt are soothed by whatever Yandari gives him. 

That is the story of the fall of Caoloi, but that isn’t the only tale that can be told by these stats. What do you create when looking at the given attributes and background information? How did your Mwangi end up in Jalmeray? How did he come to worship The Lurker on the Threshold? 

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The character illustration was created by the fine artist Luis Perez. You can find him on TwitterTumblr, and on Instagram at luisperezart

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