Castor the Kingmaker (self given name)
the PC's all suddenly manifest the mark of death, and they are approached by a member of the breland Citadels Special Operations Magic Unit, the Magicians 8.
Castor can only cast one spell, wish. he's a pure reality warper, and loves to fuck with people. one of the PC's talked back when he was giving them orders, so castor reached across the room, and and took his leg, replaced it with a peg, and turned the leg into a puma that attacked it's owner.
he operates strictly however the fuck he wants, pure chaotic. his reasons for wanting to help the PC's are shadowy, but it might be to fuck with someone else.
it's to fuck with someone else.
this guy is from a campaign i dm, and his parts are always fun for me.
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XELL, the soulblade master.
a supremely badass recurring villian my PC and some friends accidentally broke out a prison. there was a magic field up, so we just saw a badass breaking out of chains frozen in time. at complete random, our paladin decides to use his newest ability (we're like level 2-3), detect evil, revealing that this guy is EVIL AS FUCK. so, we lay down a ton of traps. just, so fucking many. sparkstones and stuff. we tell him not to keep walking. he keeps walking. he steps on the stones, and they go off, almost killing him.
now he's pissed, manifests his soul-katana. so our cleric casts sanctuary, a touch attack. our cleric rolls a 20, and so our sobbing DM rules that xell falls backwards into a floor full of caltrops, dying. he was level 14. we were not.