The Keystone Project
Mysterious Swordswoman and Certified Magical Girl
Female Neutral Human Arcanist (Blade Adept) // Swashbuckler
Level 5 // 3, Init +5 , HP 49 / 49
AC 18, Touch 14, Flat-footed 14, Fort +3 , Ref +6 , Will +3
BAB +4 , CMB +4 , CMD 18 , Speed 30 feet
- Ascalon +10 (1d10 + 8, 19-20 / x2)
- Repeating Crossbow (25) +7 (1d8, 19-20 / x2)
- Silvered Dagger +7 (1d4 + 2, 19-20 / x2)
Courtier’s Outfit & Mage Armor ( +4 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Dodge )
Abilities Str 10, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 8, Cha 14
Condition Just Fine
Pools and Daily Use Abilities
Arcane Reservoir: 6 / 8 (regain daily, also via uses of Consume Spells)
Panache: 2 / 2 (regain daily, also via critical hits/kills with finesse weapons)
Consume Spells: 2 / 2 (regain daily)
Charmed Life: 3 / 3 (regain daily)
Spells Prepared (CL 5th, Concentration +12)
Cantrips: Detect Magic, Light, Mage Hand, Message, Prestidigitation, Ray of Frost
1st ( 5 / 5 ) : Color Spray, Floating Disk, Grease, Mage Armor
2nd ( 3 / 3 ) : Cat’s Grace, Glitterdust
Intelligent Neutral Black-Bladed Bastard Sword
Enhancement Bonus +2 , Ego 8 , HP 25 / 25 , Hardness 10
Abilities Str –, Dex –, Con –, Int 12, Wis 8, Cha 8
Skills & Languages Knowledge (Arcana) +6, Common (Tembrian), Draconic
Special Abilities Black Blade Strike, Energy Attunement, Alertness, Telepathy, Unbreakable
Arcane Pool: 2 / 2 (regain daily)
The Gray Sentinel mountains have long been a natural barrier between the rolling fields of the Rindenland, and the rocky highlands of Celar, but most people prefer simply to sail the islands, rather than make the difficult crossing by land. Those who’re willing to risk their life attempting the crossing, are usually on the hunt for something, whether that’s fame, riches, or simply the ability to shout at the top of your lungs and be heard by no one.
This is not to say there aren’t a few locations of note in the Gray Sentinels, however. Almost dead centre in the range lies the Ebonheart Vale, a thick, dense, and ancient forest filled with pre-Skyfall ruins, and, some say, the ghosts of those who passed and the creatures that killed them. The main pass between Rinden and Celar runs right along the edge of Ebonheart, and so a particularly enterprising and introverted individual by the name of Gunther Ahlgren moved his family there; himself, his wife Adheline, and their daughters Hildegarde, Annabeth, Alessine, Vittoria, Violette, and Maera. There, near to some natural hot springs and a plateau of relatively arable land, Gunther opened up the Ebonheart Crossing Inn.
Business was… anemic at best, perhaps getting a dozen or two travelers per season, but that was the way the Ahlgrens liked it. Besides which, they were capable of being more or less self sufficient, and only once a season would Gunther and Adheline make the trip down into Rinden to resupply with the things the family couldn’t make for themselves.
Once upon a time, a brave and stalwart Emerald Knight set out on a quest to stop the nefarious schemes of a wicked necromancess. The two clashed in many conflicts and despite their rivalry, became the most important person in each other’s lives. And once, just once, they came together in a rare intimate moment. It’s a more common story than a lot of people realize.
What people don’t realize, however, is that sometimes those intimate moments have lasting consequences. Maeve is one such of those consequences. The daughter of the dread necromancess Cinder Darksoul and the Emerald Knight Escouraint the Valorous.
When Sir Escouraint finally succeeded in his quest, and the tyranny of Cinder Darksoul was ended, amongst those liberated from her reign was an eight-year old Maeve, who already seemed precocious for her age. Utterly unprepared to deal with the idea of being a father, Sir Escouraint sent the girl to live with his squire’s family in Shadow River, an arkwright and her wife. Maeve worked for a while as an apprentice, although when her magical talents started to express themselves, Sir Escouraint sent the money to have Maeve enrolled as a student at Madame Ona’s School for Girls, a very prestigious academy for young sorceresses.
Maeve through herself into her studies with a grim abandon, and excelled at everything that Madame Ona had to teach her. There were times that the temptation of the dark arts, the legacy of her mother, made themselves known, however, and as a result Maeve didn’t have many friends amongst the other girls, although most of them did respect her. Still, on graduating from the magical girl program with excellence and honors at the age of 16, Maeve decided that it was time for her to make her way into the world and seek her fortunes, armed with both steel and spell.
These two stories intersected a few years later. On the trail of some rather intriguing legends amongst her mother’s writings that spoke of a ‘treasure of gold that shone to the horizon’, Maeve’s wanderings took her to the Ebonheart Vale, where she met the Ahlgren siblings. Their parents were on their semi-annual trip to New Hope to stock up on supplies, but of course Maeve’s patronage was still appreciated.
It was the very next day that Maeve made her first expedition into the Ebonheart itself. A dark and foreboding place, the Ebonheart was one of those sinister forests that holds many secrets, between ruins and fell beasts, and it took Maeve the better part of four hours to travel three miles inward. But explore she did, until she came upon the ruins of a once majestic citadel, clearly blasted and ruined by both spellfire and the passage of hundreds of years. The only thing stills standing were a swirling archway, the interior filled with soft glows of blue and white and gold… and a sword, gleaming untouched despite the passage of time, embedded in the rock in front of the portal.
Although she wanted to make a thorough exploration of the place, Maeve knew it would be smarter to return another day, so she pulled the sword from the cobblestones – it slid out effortlessly, as though it had merely been balanced there – and made her way back to the inn.
By the time morning came, everything had changed.
The majestic peaks surrounding the Ebonheart Vale were gone, replaced by a sea of shining gold that stretched as far as the eye could see. The road to either direction of the Inn led to that same sea, and just over the far end of the Ebonheart itself was that same sea. It was as though the entire Vale and the plateau the Inn was built upon had been set adrift.
That was essentially what had happened, and knowledge of this information came from a most surprising source – the sword taken from the ruins. It called itself Ascalon, and its voice spoke directly into Maeve’s mind. It had forgotten much of its knowledge during its long slumber in the forest, but it knew that its task was to cleave together the lands drifting on the Golden Sea of Chaos. It also knew that when the time came, Maeve would have to be prepared, because at some point their land would drift into another, and for a time they would be as one.
It’s been a few years now since the Vale returned to the Sea of Chaos, and in that time Maeve has grown quite close to all of the Ahlgren sisters, doing what she can to help all of them prosper as best they can, and defending the Inn from the fell beasts that occasionally roam out of the Ebonheart in search of softer prey. All the while, Maeve waits for the day when the road leading away from the Inn leads to lands other than the golden sea…