Ashton Maximus-Devon

Necromancer of noble descent on a quest for vengance and answers.


Male Human Necromancer 3/Sorcerer 2/Ultimate Magus 10/Archmage 1
CG Medium Humanoid (human)
Init +3; Senses Listen -3, Spot -3
Languages Abyssal, Celestial, Common, Draconic, Infernal, Sylvan

AC 15, touch 12, flat-footed 12
(+3 Dex, +3 Armor, -1 misc.)
DR 2/Cold Iron
HP 114 (16 HD)
Fort +8, Ref +6, Will +15
(+3 Will vs. Enchantment)
Action Points 13 (3d6)

Speed 30 ft. (6 squares)
Melee mwk dagger +8/+3 (1d4/19-20)
Melee spell +13 touch (damage by spell)
Ranged heavy crossbow +10 (1d10/19-20)
Ranged ray spell +13 touch (damage by spell)
Base Atk +7/+2; Grap +7
Combat Gear potion of cure light wounds, 2 potions of cure moderate wounds, potion of cure serious wounds, scroll of charm person, knock and ray of enfeeblement, scroll of eagle splendor, knock and alarm, scroll of rope trick and mount, scroll of cloudkill, 2 scrolls of plane shift, scroll of greater dispel magic, scroll of least wish, scroll of prying eyes, scroll of mirror image, scroll of dominate person and dimension door, scroll of legend lore, scroll of sequester (CL 14), scroll of phantasmal killer, scroll of teleport, wand of dispel magic (1d20+5, 10 charges), wand of displacement (5 charges), wand of fireball (CL 5, 22 charges), wand of bull’s strength (24 charges), wand of true strike (50 charges each), rod of magical precision, metamagic rod of maximize spell (lesser)
Sorcerer Spells Known (CL 16th)
6th (2/day) – chain lightning
5th (5/day) – hold monster, baleful polymorph, teleport
4th (7/day) – greater invisibility, enervation, evard’s black tentacles, confusion
3rd (7/day) – fly, fireball, dispel magic, least wish (DC 18), haste
2nd (8/day) – stinging ray, invisibility, blindness/deafness, touch of idiocy, ray of stupidity, mirror image
1st (8/day) – inhibit, mage armor, magic missile, ray of clumsiness, charm person, color spray
0 (6/day) – caltrops, daze, detect magic, detect poison, read magic, resistance, touch of fatigue, ghost sounds, light
Wizard Spells Prepared (CL 16th)
6th – ray of entropy, flesh shiver (2)
5th – night’s caress, teleport, baleful polymorph, cone of cold
4th – enervation (3), burning blood, summon undead IV
3rd – dispel magic (2), greater disrupt undead, haste, summon undead III
2nd – blindness/deafness (Fort DC 17), curse of impending blades (2), resist energy (2), spectral hand, summon undead II
1st – ray of clumsiness, ray of enfeeblement (3), shield, spirit worm, summon undead I
0 – detect magic (2), prestidigitation, read magic, disrupt undead

Abilities Str 11, Dex 16, Con 18, Int 22, Wis 12, Cha 23
SQ High Arcana: Mastery of Shaping, Arcane Power +4, Augment Casting, Extended Spells Known (1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th & 5th), Skeletal Summoning Ritual, “Boneyard” Enhancement
Feats Empower Spell, Fell Weaken, Fey Heritage, Fey Skin, Metamagic Spell Trigger, Quicken Spell, Scribe Scroll, Skill Focus (Spellcraft), Spell Focus (Necromancy, Enchantment), Spell Penetration, Twin Spell
Skills Bluff +14, Concentration +22, Knowledge (arcane) +25, Knowledge (planes) +23, Knowledge (nature) +25, Knowledge (religion) +23, Knowledge (nobility) +21, Spellcraft +28 (+30 Necromancy)
Traits Polite
Flaws Inattentive, Vulnerable
Possessions combat gear plus: masterwork potion belt, masterwork scroll bandoleer, masterwork wand bandoleer, horizon goggles, spellguard rings, headband of intellect +4, amulet of health +2, cloak of charisma +4, quill of scribing, 325g onyx, Ashton’s Spellbook, F. Abradius’ Spellbook.
Ashton’s Spellbook: spells prepared plus 0 – all except Enchantment and Illusion; 1st – backbiter, cause fear, comprehend languages, light of lunia, magic missile; 2nd – bonefiddle, scare, false life, ghoul touch; 3rd – vampiric touch, fireball; 4th – force missiles, fear, animate dead; 5th – wrack
F. Abradius’ Spellbook: 0 – all; 1st – alarm, charm person, comprehend languages, identify, mage armor, magic missile, rime; 2nd – blindness/deafness, bear’s endurance, mirror image, see invisibility; 3rd – icefane corpse, halt undead, haste, lightning bolt, vampiric touch; 4th – animate dead, confusion, dimension door, enervation, scrying; 5th – cone of cold, dominate person, teleport, wall of stone; 6th – create undead, disintegrate, greater dispel magic, necrotic mist, quickness; 7th – control undead, finger of death, forcecage, greater teleport

XP: 71,130


Primus Maximus, the great Necromancer… From birth he trained me in the art. Necromancy, he said that the power to control life itself was our heritage. A boy, raised in the noble house of Maximus-Devon. My father’s family, Maximus, known as great Necromancers. My mother’s family, Devon, renowned Enchanters. Since I was a boy though, my father insisted on me carrying his heritage over my mothers. I cared not as a child, I knew no better.

My father was stern and strict, treating me more like a student than a son. But I learned my lessons well for him… so he would be proud. My mother, soft, loving and kind. She would wipe all the troubles of the world away from me and treat me like I was her world. I honored and respected my father, loved and cherished my mother.

The years passed and I continued my learning from my father. My mother, I see now, had other plans. She, I realized eventually, was nurturing a different side to me. I remember her showing me hand gestures and playful “lessons” in the courtyard of our home. She showed me “Conjurations” that I could do with my very soul, things that my father had completely neglected to show me! I had power within my very veins, not only within my mind, but my soul as well.

A promise was made though, never to allow my father to see. What my mother taught me was mine alone to know, she taught me many things behind my father’s back… While my father taught me the languages of the Gods, Demons, Devils and their ilk, my mother taught me the language of the fair-folk. I never understood why, but she explained to me that it was important to her that I know this. She was teaching me that despite my growing up a student of what was apparently one of the darkest of arts, I had a choice.

She raised me well, I was a kind, caring young man in my youth. My father was obviously conflicted though. Here was his son, his prodigal heir, and I was not cold or calculating enough for him. I learned his lessons better than he had hoped, but I did not inherit his aloof and near cruel nature. I was my mother’s son, whether I followed in her magical footsteps or not… and in a way I did.

Years past and I continued to learn both of their lessons. I was flaunted as my fathers great successor in the Maximus line of practitioners of the black art of Necromancy. All the while my mother was secretly opening my eyes to a world of wonders and magics that I could weave and control at a whim. It was a mutual decision between them though that would lead to where I am today.

Being of noble blood, and in an effort to ensure that our family continued that way, I was to be wed. My mother and father both decided to make a contract with a noble family of lesser note in a close by city state. Their daughter was to be wed to me, this would ensure that the family line would stay within noble blood, and her family could gain a small amount of notoriety for having direct relation to mine.

I met the girl, Evane Delila-Chord, on my 17th birthday and was smitten by her appearance. Apparently her family had achieved it’s status through her father. He was a ranger for a local magistrate many years back and had earned his reputation and money from the many quests he took part in as part of his job. Her father had obviously made sure that she was well taken care of and had a loving air about him. Shortly after my 17th birthday we were to be wed, I was nervous, if not excited.

The event was less than I expected, not near as many guests as I would have figured… The bride’s family was there, as was my own, but no real friends or extended relatives. From what I gathered this should have been a more public thing. I then sadly found the reason why. I noticed the absence of my father from the crowd and when my bride-to-be was announced missing I was heartbroken.

My mind reeled and I thought to find my father first to see if he knew of her whereabouts. I figured to find him in his laboratory. I headed for the tower that would lead me down into his crypt. This was where he could usually be found and found him I did. There are flashes of memory, I saw my father, I saw my bride, he was hovered above her with a wicked grin. I remembering hearing the cruel incantations and recognized them as the deathly arts.

I screamed for him to stop his madness, but he seemed not to hear. I summoned up my courage and lashed out at the man who had taught me for so many years. I used the spells he had taught me but I was not potent enough. I then tried what my mother had taught me. All my innate magicks managed to do was anger him further. Fortunately his spell was broken for a moment and my interference caused him to decide to direct his forces at myself.

I don’t remember much, arms wrapping around me, the smell of my father’s creations grabbing me and holding me still. Then a flash and my mother standing at my side. She whispered a few words of encouragement and began to combat my insane father.

I went after him with all I could, firing bolts of entropy and withering energy at him. He took quick notice of his “insolent” child and began concentrating his efforts on me. I remember watching in horror as my father, burning with mad rage made the mark of death for me and directed the negative energy in my direction. I watched, heart breaking, as my mother flung herself in front of the blast.

With tear filled eyes I witnessed my mother fall atop me and whisper in the language of the fey that she loved me before passing on into the next world. I moved her body aside as I watched my father, spent of spell and weak of body from the fight make flight from the keep as swiftly as he could, leaving me, my mother, and Evane to die in his laboratory.

I was not one to fall that easily though, I forced myself up and set my mothers corpse aside. After saying a few words of peace and love for her soul I rushed to Evane’s side. To my surprise she was not dead, nor undead, she was still alive, but barely. I lifted her body and carried it above ground. I made my way to her grieving family and tearfully explained the situation. Her dying body was whisked away by her family to the nearest holy-man.

The cleric was unfortunately unable to cure her completely. The wasting disease was halted, her body damaged, and now in a state of stasis. There was no known way to revive her to consciousness. Her family and mine watched and waited. I buried my mother and became impatient with the situation that Evane was trapped within.

I finally approached her father, and asked his permission to search for a cure to rectify the atrocity committed by my father. While he now hated my whole family, he was not opposed to my suggestion. He told me that if I was ever to clear my family name, including my mothers, I would do this thing.

I did not waste time in my efforts. I immediately headed for my father’s now abandoned study and began my search of his notes. I found various knowledges and expanded my Necromantic knowledge before stumbling across my fathers notes on some “sites” of Necromantic power. Surely these things in his notes dubbed “Boneyards” would hold further information.

I then went to my mother’s study. I believe I spend more than one day in there not eating or sleeping, just mourning her passing. I believe that was the moment, at the end of my mourning, at the height of my grief and anger, I vowed vengeance on my father. I would use all that he and my mother taught me to destroy him.

I took what I could from my mothers study to aide me in my quest. I then left my family’s keep on my search for a cure for my bride, and for my father. I vowed vengeance on that day and it will be mine.

Ashton Maximus-Devon

The Shackled City Explodinator