Knight of the Indigo Kraken
The perfect picture of paladinhood...
...an iron will.
...endless devotion.
...unwavering faith.
...fanatic hate of magic and all who use it.
...well, in his eyes anyway.
There he sits upon his charger, mottled green painted platemail with a thin coat of slime thereon gleaming in the early morn sun. As he turns to face you the indigo device stands out clearly on the breastplate, the voice of an older man speaks from under the great healm.
”Come, join our ranks and fear magic nevermore.”
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The Knight of the Indigo Kraken isn’t a paladin, he just thinks he is. He is however the Archetype of The Death Web, a powerful and terrible creature.
Slightly delusional and a total zealot he fears no death or pain recieved when in service to his ‘God’. However this doesn’t mean he’s stupid, just pasionate. He has years of experience as a soldier under that belt, first a squire then a knight, after that he became a Paladin for the ‘Christian God’.
It is here that his story takes a tragic turn, on the battlefield most his company, The Silver Cross, were struck down by magical attacks. It was here in the heat of battle that his faith wavered, as doubt filled him his holy sword shattered with a mighty blow from the enemy.
Believing his god abandoned him he left the priesthood and the military. Many years passed by before he found himself enchanted by a lovely woman and soon they would marry and bear child. His wife would pass away in five years and in another two his daughter dies in the corn fields racing for home through the stinging (acid) rains that Warlock brought upon the realm.
With his farm lands ruined and his family passed on, he packed a few of his belongings into a cart and headed into the heart of beware...
Thinking his wife died from a hex, his daughter from the magical rains, he pledged his life to The Death Web.
Now he scours the realm for others like him who wish never to fear magic again.
Recent events:In another chapter of the knight's twisted life, his leige saw it fit to bless him with the third "gift". "The death web". His body now altered forever by the toxin is evolving slowly, the third gift awakened his body and glands grew within that can secrete a living web-like slime that consumes magic.
Recent history:In a fight where his life and another was at stake and his left arm rendered useless, he tried to reach out to a incapacitated ally. His thoughts desperate and as a result he unconsiously called forth an ethereal tentacle. Acting in place of the useless limb he saved himself and saved the dead body of an ally from desecration.
Also recently a realisation came over him, that his liege is not a god and so he denounced the paladinhood and instead embraced the title Archetype.
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Armor: Platemail
Weapons: He favors the bastardsword and Bow but is trained in most weapons of war.
His current sword is a silver plated weapon, the magics that inhabited it long gone when it shattered upon the battle field. (The blade forged anew by The Death Web)
Skills:Bluff(used for feints in swordplay), Diplomacy, Heal(Basic field dressings), Riding(Landbased), Sense Motive(Used to anticipate opponents in fights)
Feats:Endurance, Mounted Combat, Power Attack(Sacrifice defence for a more powerful attack), Sunder(You know how best to attack your opponents weapon to destroy it), Throw Anything(You are trained to know how to throw almost any weapon accurately).
Abilities:
The Indigo Aura He really doesn't know exactly what it is. The best way he can describe it is, it's living antimagic coursing through his veins, like a virus but with perks. His 'God' injected the toxin into his blood and soon he found he could call this 'holy' Indigo Aura forth to surround his body and nullify magic. Though due to his inexperance with the aura he is still somewhat vulnerable... but he is getting better.
Ethereal tentacles Now this is a total mystery to him. Sometime after being injected with the toxin an itching started on his palm, and soon pain. Stripping off his metal gauntlet he found a small spine tipped tentacle had grown there. Over the course of the next few days he gained some measure of control over it, he can grip things with it or retract it into his hand. Though using it to strengthen his grip on his sword seems to feel the most natural. In time he will find he can make more of them and grow them from other parts of his body.
But for now, with the palm of his right gauntlet cut open he is most diffucult to disarm.
The death web One morning not too long ago the knight awoke covered in silvery slimy trails not unlike that which snails and slugs leave behind. Following where they led he found the crisscross trails of slime began within his very clothing, around his wrists and feet. With much effort he slowly learned to control the muscles around these glands to secrete this blessing. As he studied the silver slime he also noticed it grows on its own, almost like a weed. His experements only proved that conclusion further for it was diffucult to get rid of once it takes root, even chopping it up does not deter it much.
Now it isn't too uncommon for him to leave small traces of slime where he's been.
A treatis on the Indigo Aura by the late Alchemist Marcus Winlan.