18 isn’t fair, any average Joe is gonna eventually get a 20, people yank on prison doors all day long and in groups. They’re made to hold. 3.5 had the dc at 28
Memories seeped into the growing consciousness and brought with them a flame of rage and disgust inside his heart, burning with a fierce anger that was aimed at who ever or what ever unknown creatures had done this too him. The indignity of it all! His utter helpless. Still, he quelled his rage, he didn’t stir, he didn’t panic, he just slowly opened his eyes.
The dim lighting was perfectly adequate for Azzen’s infernal eyes, he saw his surroundings clearly but unlike Najila, as he awoke he stirred very little. Instead he chose to keep still and silent, soft steady breaths mimicking his sleep as he subtly assessed the situation he was in. There were other cells and other people too.
Of all those he was traveling with he was glad to find it was Najila sharing his cell, for he had began to grow fond of her during their short travels. Intrigued in equal parts by her obvious beauty, latent talent for music and her truly alluring clandestine mysteriousness. She was a puzzle and Azzen liked puzzles.
Not all puzzles though, he found little joy for the one they were in. Where were they, who did this to them, how and why. The thought hung in the back of his mind as he watched realisation hit Najila, they took her book. he thought to himself, what was it called again, ah that’s it.
Her panic was just part of her mystery. Just what was in this book of clouds that made it so important he wondered to himself. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted and with the sound of a solid metal door snapping from its restraints, there was no longer reason to continue the sleeping ruse.
The man who had removed the door did not look exceptional, clearly some sort of savage. Either magic was at play or the doors were of a poor quality. The later idea gave Azzen a sense of relief.
Azzen stood, putting the crying tiefling behind him. He had chosen not to acknowledge her yet as her presence and condition stirred a myriad of emotions within him that he wasn’t ready to deal with.
Standing up he spoke tauntingly with a sly obvious smile. ”Bet you can’t do that again!” he said to the barbarian, gesturing to his own cell door.
Will give a bardic inspiration by offering a few encouraging words.
Name:Azzen Race: Tiefling Class: Bard Background: Charlatan Likes: Indulging, fine foods, clothes, wine, women, jewellery and entertainment. Dislikes: Getting dirty, being silenced, being ignored, being man handled, being poor, being a no one.
History: Azzen Thorn was an arrogant and spiteful noble in his younger years. Spoon fed from a silver platter he became accustomed to the finer things life had to offer and developed little from the experience besides an expensive taste and a sharp tongue. All it took was a pretty face covering beneath it a heart filled with greed and hate, along with the support of the local church, to bring his family’s name to rest and ruin. After all it is not hard to blame a Tiefling. In just one night everything was taken from them and before the sun could rise, his whole known world was gone. It was only because the worth of his jewellery and the aid of his fathers shady contacts that Azzen had managed to escape at all. There was nowhere safe left for him so he was sent elsewhere as someone else. Quickly discovering a talent for subterfuge and deceit, he expanded on the aid he was given and took on many new lives and personalities, each one conning and swindling others from coin much like he had been himself. With a penchant for delivering the truth and wanting so badly to be herd he eventually joined the collage of satire and became a jester.
Enemies/allies: The church of his home town would be his greatest enemy, they sit on the land and wealth that belongs to him. Shiera more so than any other, the one that used deception and betrayal to elevate her status in the church, taking advantage of Azzen. She knows that he knows the truth of her lies and is the only one who can undo all that she has done but luckily for her no one would believe a tiefling over a prominent member of the church. Azzen’s Father is now in prison for a crime he didn’t commmit. While not guilty of this murder he still had some questionable associates from his past. These shady figures could now almost be considered Azzens allies (when he has the coin) with one or two from the same college as him.
Big question/goals: He is unclear on his direct path at the moment but just knows he needs to build up his fame and resources before he can challenge the church. Everywhere he goes he subtly attacks their reputation with his performances trying to put doubt into the minds of his viewers. He is always seeking ways or leads that might undo their fame and reputation. He plans a public confrontation where the people will aid him, anything behind closed doors will just lead to his immediate execution. It is a long way away where a devil spawn can stand up and accuse the church of such misdeeds that the people rally for retribution, but he is starting that path, one day, one coin and one song at a time.