Prismatic Apparent (Orange) - Living World of Verum

<script async src="https://www.googletagmanager.com/gtag/js?id=G-G26W6267FY"></script> <script> window.dataLayer = window.dataLayer || []; function gtag(){dataLayer.push(arguments);} gtag('js', new Date()); gtag('config', 'G-G26W6267FY'); </script> >[!infobox] > # [[Corvanian Orange.webp|Prismatic Apparent (Orange)]] > ![[Corvanian Orange.webp|cover hm-sm]] > #### Appearances >| | | >|:-:|:-:| >|[Bound and Broken](Bound%20and%20Broken.md)|S4| >|[The Dark Sermon](Corvanis/Parties/Completed%20Campaigns/The%20Dark%20Sermon/The%20Dark%20Sermon.md)|S4E9| > #### Basic Info >| | | >|:-:|---| >|Level|8| >|Alignment|?| >|Race|?| >[!recite|no-i alt-co] **Z****IRA OF THE** **H****AND** **(Orange)** >## _Medium Humanoid, ???_ >**HIT POINTS:** 177 >**ARMOR CLASS:** 13 >**SPEED:** ??? > >|  |  | >|:-:|:-:|:-:|:-:|:-:|:-:| >|**STR**|**DEX**|**CON**|**INT**|**WIS**|**CHA**| >| ?? ( +? )|?? ( ? )|?? ( ? )|?? ( ? )|?? ( ? )|?? ( ? )| >## >**COMBAT TRAITS:** [Merciful](Corvanis/Combat%20Traits/Merciful.md), [Synergy](Synergy.md), [Deadly](Corvanis/Combat%20Traits/Deadly.md), [Hexer](Hexer.md), [Recovery](Recovery.md), [Prismatic (Trait)](Prismatic%20(Trait).md) >**SAVING THROWS:** ??? >**SKILLS:** ??? >**DAMANGE RESISTANCES:** ??? >**DAMANGE IMMUNITIES:** ??? >**DAMANGE VULNERABILITIES:** ??? >**CONDITION RESISTANCES:** ??? >**CONDITION IMMUNITIES:** ??? >**SENSES:** ??? >**LANGUAGE:** ??? > >## **E****QUIPMENT:** >- [Prismatic Cestus](Cestus%20(C).md) >> Prismatic: Greater [Tempered](Tempered.md). Ignores [Tempered](Tempered.md) and [Adamantine](Adamantine.md) effects. > >>[!info|clean sban no-i no-t] >>>[!column|left clean no-i nmg ws-med sban] ## **F****EATURES** >>>> [!info|no-t clean no-i nmg] >>>> - Orange Malice (Prismatic Power) >>>>> Whenever this creature is damaged by an enemy, this creature has advantage on attack rolls vs that enemy for 1 round. >>>>> >>>>> If an enemy crits this creature, all of this creature's attacks against that creature are critical hits for 1 round. >>>> >>>> - Hand of Ambition >>>>> Possesses the following. >>>>> >>>>> Mastery of [Cestus (C)](Cestus%20(C).md) and [Quarterstaff (C)](Quarterstaff%20(C).md) >>>>> >>>>> All 5 [Edicts of the Hand](Edicts%20of%20the%20Hand.md) >>>>> >>>>> [Madness (C)](Madness%20(C).md) (Gain all spells, first time he gets to 1 hit point.) >>>>> >>>>> [Heretic's Hunger](Heretic's%20Hunger.md) >>>> >>>> - Cull the Weak >>>>> Whenever this creature would attack an enemy and they would be defeated, they have all healing prevented for 1 round. This is an Absolute effect. >>>>> >>>>> If this attack should cause a Death Saving Throw, all of those rolls are forced. Natural 20s are ignored during this effect. This is an Ultimate effect. >>>> >>>> - Bring it On >>>>> Whenever this creature becomes bloodied, it gains immunity to damage and a +10 to all its damage rolls. This effect lasts for 1 round. >>>> >>>> - What We Accomplished >>>>> If a traveler soul is defeated, if that soul is still defeated at the start of this creature's turn, it is stunned for 1 round. This is an Absolute effect. >>>> > >>[!info|clean left no-t no-i] >> >>## **A****CTIONS** >>- **[Prismatic Cestus (Bring It On)](Cestus%20(C).md)** - Melee Weapon Attack: 17 (+4+3 to hit), one target. Hit: 21 bludgeoning damage. >[!info|clean center no-i no-t wmed] ># Background >You awaken to screams you rush from your tent, though still young not yet to be blooded you grabe at your father’s axe, you move through the tent and out into the night and around you you see them demons creatures told in stories, whispered in shadows, all around you was fire and blood and death you’re frozen in fear, your heart wrenched in your chest, eyes wide you watch as the warrior of your tribe are felled by these creatures, you listen to the screams of the vulnerable, the old and the weak. > >You drop your father’s axe and you do that most shameful of acts, you flee . Flee into the dark of the mountains and there with fearful eyes and a shameful heart, you watch as all you’ve ever known be consumed into dust and ash. As the morning kisses the sky you search the ashes and corpses of those that once were you tribesmen, your family, your friends, your life. Desperate you move through the dust until finally you find it, your father’s axe, broken. Wielded by some warrior perhaps, shattered against the stone, as you pick up its shaft you’ll see his signature and word, simple but straightforward “To my son show me your strength”. But you hadn’t that day, that night you failed him, you failed them all, as you gripped what remained of your father’s weapon, you promised yourself that you will never again feel the way you did that night. And If by some miracle you may yet absolve yourself of this shame of weakness. You wrap your father's haft and place it against your back, your weapon you’re not ready to wield, perhaps one day but for now with your own hands you’ll remake your future and have your vengeance. The fire in your heart burns brighter than any fear that you’d felt, covered in the ash of your tribe, you walk through the mountains. > >These people are strange, they speak of things they know nothing about, of courage and honor and death and demons, they speak about it as if it was something to be excited about as if some joyous accomplishment to be made. But the more they speak the more you can’t help but feel intrinced, perhaps they’re not as wrong as they seem. True you doubt any of them have the conviction to do the things that they actually say they want to do, but their enthusiasm is difficult to deny, you also feel a strange kinship with them. Each one bearing a different mark of misery, if they are to be successful they’ll need a firm hand to guide them, as you look down at your own scarred hands you think to yourself “Perhaps it may as well be me”. You stand before your great enemy, the dust, the fire, the smell of brimstone, but finally, finally you had put your father’s soul to rest, you can feel them, hear the drums of your tribe, you can hear their voices calling out to you. As you put your hands behind your back and grip the staff that once held your father’s axe you fall to teh ground broken and betrayed.