Height: 3 feet and 4 inches / 1.016 Meters
Weight: 60 pounds / 27.2155 Kilo grams
Skin color: Green
Hair: Bald, with a green beard
Clothes: out side of work: Purple robes, a grey pointy hat, a cloak, and pack. At work: a chief's outfit with chief hat.
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Wilhelm Ixme
A green gnome with a large hat.
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Tauvyr Tavern
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Jo_Tunn
Description
Equipment
A sack of Powder bombs
Honest Ibrim's Guide to Death, Taxes, Card Games, and the Afterlife in the Multiverse
cloak of resistance +5
Feather Token: tree
Amulet of Health +2
Powers
Fey magic: Whenever you are rolling to bypass spell resistance, you may roll twice and take the better result.
Laughing Touch: With a melee touch attack, you can cause a creature to burst out laughing for 1 round. A laughing creature can only take a move action, but can defend itself normally. Once a creature has been affected by laughing touch, it is immune to its effects for 24 hours. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Charisma modifier. This is a mind-affecting effect.
Spirit of the Fey: At 2nd level, you can use the reduce person spell on yourself at will with no limit on duration. Activating or canceling the effect is a standard action.
Fleeting Glance: At 3rd level, you can become invisible for a number of rounds per day equal to your sorcerer level. This ability functions as greater invisibility, and the rounds do not need to be consecutive. Activating this ability is a standard action, and canceling it is a free action.
Fey Stride: you can move through any sort of undergrowth (such as thorns, briars, overgrown areas and similar terrain) at your normal speed without taking any damage or suffering any other impairment. This is a supernatural ability that even allows you to pass through magically manipulated areas with no difficulty.
Soul of the Fey: your soul becomes one with the world of fey. You gain a +5 bonus on saving throws against poison and DR 5/cold iron. Creatures of the animal type do not attack you unless compelled to do so through magic. Once per day, you can cast shadow walk as a spell-like ability using your sorcerer level as your caster level.
Spells
Level 1
Color Spray
Entangle
Magic missiles
Hypnotism
Mage armor
Shaw's instant gang plank
Level 2
Bulls strength
Glitter dust
Hideous Laughter
Create pit
Resist energy
Invisibility
Level 3
Deep Slumber
Dispel Magic
Haste
Heroism
Slow
Level 4
Greater Invisibility
Dimension Door
Black Tentacles
Poison
Blank
Level 5
Cone of Cold
Tree Stride
Overland Flight
Blank
Blank
Level 6
Mislead
Disintegrate
Freezing Sphere
Blank
Level 7
Waves of Exhaustion
Phase door
Level 8
Power Word Stun
Irresistible Dance
History
Wilhelm was born on the world of Praemal. His natural talent for spell casting was only over shadowed by his love for cooking. At the age of 52 he moved to the city of Ptolus. Land in the city isn't cheep though so to afford his restaurant we started adventuring. (Skip this part if you want) Together with his ever changing band of companions, among whom where, The markswoman Lady Caitlyn LeChuck, The wizard detective known as Dirk Brickman, the living wall of muscle Kam with his Swordaxe, The living choasitech armor Col. Shaw, his apprentice the Erynies sorceress Talon, and their boss, the Drow summoner Tessandra (Tess) Vrama, The porter/Monk Boggs (who could run at 56 mph), Baron Magnanimous Joe the steam powered warrior, the half-orc barbarian Belros Torein, The wizard/rogue/pro delver elf Zole, The Insane Ugly-as-Sin Halfling Barbarian Shiadu (why didn't I kill him), The alchemist/cleric of science Kel(ly), MATT "Mother fucking" RICHARDS, The unfettered Sorhia Lefas, And many many more he did such things as kill an undead inquisitor (who hated magic users and the undead), Clear the catacombs of ni-gorth, Loot the vile Viscount Fer'Drax home, slay an ancient evil rainbow dragon, put a paladin to rest, Stop a man who was kidnapping cats, help kidnap a foreign diplomat, frame an innocent(haha yeah right) man for that crime, Clear a keep of bandits, kill pirates and save a spy, Killed a werewolf cult, Killed a fuck load of goblins, Saved our secretary from the hand of some bad men, killed a chuul, Killed a behir, killed the bad guy from Conan the barbarian, Killed gargoyles/ cleared the temple of some god, Battled/befriended Flail snails (who is known as Mr.bopper), and subdued a dragon turtle, set loose an ancient evil (not his best moment), and died 9 times, among other things. oh and he also had a sadistic bounty hunter after him.
Well then he woke up some where else. Terra. Which should have been imposable. See Praemal is like the jail of the multiverse. Once in you can't leave. The fact the Wilhelm is out raises too many scary questions for him to think about. he heads for wing city hoping for another Ptolus but sadly can't find much work as an adventure. thankfully though, he is able to find work baking his extra dimensional cakes for a strip club. while it doesn't bring the cash in like an adventure, it is much safer. also dental.
So begins...
Wilhelm Ixme's Story
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Ulrich Paternosta leaned back at the news of the robbery. This was a lot to contemplate. How had news of this not yet reached The Hollow? Ulrich supposed this was a side effect of being well hidden, secluded, and generally avoided by mortals.
Wait a second.
"The Sanguine Feast, eh? You said mortals. Feastus ain't one of 'em, but he's leading a band of murder-hobos, is that righ? An' now they got a bunch o' magical shit, eh?" Ulrich drummed his fingers on the table. This was not good, "An' you did say mortals?"
Wait a second.
"The Sanguine Feast, eh? You said mortals. Feastus ain't one of 'em, but he's leading a band of murder-hobos, is that righ? An' now they got a bunch o' magical shit, eh?" Ulrich drummed his fingers on the table. This was not good, "An' you did say mortals?"
Ulrich Paternosta leaned back at the news of the robbery. This was a lot to contemplate. How had news of this not yet reached The Hollow? Ulrich supposed this was a side effect of being well hidden, secluded, and generally avoided by mortals.
Wait a second.
"The Sanguine Feast, eh? You said mortals. Feastus ain't one of 'em, but he's leading a band of murder-hobos, is that righ? An' now they got a bunch o' magical shit, eh?" Ulrich drummed his fingers on the table. This was not good, "An' you did say mortals?"
Wait a second.
"The Sanguine Feast, eh? You said mortals. Feastus ain't one of 'em, but he's leading a band of murder-hobos, is that righ? An' now they got a bunch o' magical shit, eh?" Ulrich drummed his fingers on the table. This was not good, "An' you did say mortals?"
Ebbrabos shifted sideways a bit toward Stones a small bottle in her hand. Though she leaned in and lifted her gaze to his it left no indication of eyes there. As the eye followed the curve of her cheeks toward where eyes ought to be her pale skin faded away to bare hint at some structure within moving deep inside. A single awareness peering back out from the murk back at him. Her hole for eyes slithers and jolted in long movements of something indiscernible at strange angles above the playful tenting of her riding gloves.
"Careful looking into the abyss, Stones. We Can See You TooOOoo." Said her partly echoed voice in a off-pitch singsong.
She poured three shots of clear liquid though something for a burning clarity of mind than the alcoholic muddying, "Have something nice from my own supply! It won't do to have some tyrant causing problems in my backyard."
In a switch to rest her chin on the palm holding her cigarette, she answered Ulrich after some thought, "Hm. No, I haven't bought any supplies from that kind of vain creature. Nor made any promises to the vain. Though vain foresight does tend to strike an excellent bargain I'd be happy with."
The words were very particular. Vain things like something calling itself a god never saw the paths past their own meat. The cigarette in her mouth she took a long drag with the screechy whine that issues from it.
Causing trouble brought problems and she was feeling charitable, "I'll show him a good time when you're done with him. Just send him my way. Though I'm quite sure the pursuit of power has gained him a number of friends buying new presents for him. They so often surround themselves with those content to only serve, hmm?"
There were a number of cultists in the area who would not be lucky enough that they should go to hell if they died. Though they certainly might burn for not paying what's due.
"Careful looking into the abyss, Stones. We Can See You TooOOoo." Said her partly echoed voice in a off-pitch singsong.
She poured three shots of clear liquid though something for a burning clarity of mind than the alcoholic muddying, "Have something nice from my own supply! It won't do to have some tyrant causing problems in my backyard."
In a switch to rest her chin on the palm holding her cigarette, she answered Ulrich after some thought, "Hm. No, I haven't bought any supplies from that kind of vain creature. Nor made any promises to the vain. Though vain foresight does tend to strike an excellent bargain I'd be happy with."
The words were very particular. Vain things like something calling itself a god never saw the paths past their own meat. The cigarette in her mouth she took a long drag with the screechy whine that issues from it.
Causing trouble brought problems and she was feeling charitable, "I'll show him a good time when you're done with him. Just send him my way. Though I'm quite sure the pursuit of power has gained him a number of friends buying new presents for him. They so often surround themselves with those content to only serve, hmm?"
There were a number of cultists in the area who would not be lucky enough that they should go to hell if they died. Though they certainly might burn for not paying what's due.
Stones pushed the glass back to the stranger. A stranger he was starting to think was not entirely what she seemed. "This is not what I thirst for..." He said point blank. The bottle had been rather muddled with the bad attempt to mix the wine with the blood. Maybe a century or two back that would have pleased him. But now. The true hunger came when he opened his maw of rows of razor sharp teeth and clamped it into something living and terrified. Self control just ensured him that he didn't go on a rampage at every second.
Boyle liked the prospect of two allies in their new hunt. Sort of answering the questions to his best abilities. "All mortals besides Feastus. I think they are deluded into thinking they someday he will turn them into vampires. But the shit can never share with anyone else." He warranted. "The most loyal of his followers have been conditioned heavily to feel no pain and to have their minds dulled to fanaticism. He has the gift of Voice and [/b]Gaze[/b] where he can entrance and hypnotize and dominate the will of others. Powerful abilities too... Our initial plan was ripping out his tongue from his mouth at the start of the fight to ensure that wouldn't be too big a problem but even then that would require sneaking up on him."
Boyle liked the prospect of two allies in their new hunt. Sort of answering the questions to his best abilities. "All mortals besides Feastus. I think they are deluded into thinking they someday he will turn them into vampires. But the shit can never share with anyone else." He warranted. "The most loyal of his followers have been conditioned heavily to feel no pain and to have their minds dulled to fanaticism. He has the gift of Voice and [/b]Gaze[/b] where he can entrance and hypnotize and dominate the will of others. Powerful abilities too... Our initial plan was ripping out his tongue from his mouth at the start of the fight to ensure that wouldn't be too big a problem but even then that would require sneaking up on him."
Ulrich Paternosta nodded once, "Rip out th'tongue. A good plan! Shit."
This Feastus concerned Ulrich, more so that the cultists had found industry around the Cursed Wood. The fact that mortals were wrapped up in it was worse news. Mortals weren't safe in the Cursed Wood without protection of someone. Feastus didn't seem like protection. In fact, between Feastus and the Sabbat, it was a wonder the WCPD even let Ulrich through the doors! It was a wonder there weren't flame-lit pitchfork parties attempting to burn this place to the ground.
This Feastus concerned Ulrich, more so that the cultists had found industry around the Cursed Wood. The fact that mortals were wrapped up in it was worse news. Mortals weren't safe in the Cursed Wood without protection of someone. Feastus didn't seem like protection. In fact, between Feastus and the Sabbat, it was a wonder the WCPD even let Ulrich through the doors! It was a wonder there weren't flame-lit pitchfork parties attempting to burn this place to the ground.
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