The Skinsaw Man
Jokad burst open the door with his right shoulder, and immediately clamps his mouth shut and tries to focus upon the task ahead.
This damp cavern that is revealed contains several items of furniture. A rickety table sits in the middle of the cave, its damp surface cluttered with all manner of what appears to be garbage: empty bottles, bits of clothing, crumpled bits of paper, and more, lying in neatly organized rows. A painting leans against the far side of the table, facing a large leather chair that sits nearby. This chair’s high back and cushion are horribly stained by smears of rotten meat and its arms are sticky with blood. A smaller table sits against the southern wall, its surface heaped with silver platters, fine porcelain plates, and crystalware. The “food” on these plates and platters is rotten meat, in some cases humanoid in source, and in all cases writhing with maggots. Thick, rotting blood gels in the crystal.
Yet the horrific stench of the room seems somehow even thicker and more overwhelming than this gruesome display can account for on its own. The stench seems strongest to the west, where the cave’s wall has been overtaken by a horrific growth of dark green mold and dripping fungi. At the center, a patch of black tumescent fungus grows, its horny ridges and tumor-like bulbs forming what could almost be taken to be a humanoid outline. What appears to have once been an exquisite puzzlebox the size of a man’s fist lies smashed on the ground at the fungoid shape’s feet.
Before there is much time to focus on anything else, Aldern is upon him.
He has changed. His face is partially hidden behind the leathery mask he was previously holding. This mask is crafted from leathery preserved
sections harvested from several different human faces, draped one over another almost like scales and leaving the eyes and mouth exposed—the overall effect is similar to that of a scaled skull.
He has taken on an almost desaturated tone, as if blending somewhat into the shadows around him. He lunges forward towards Jokad, his war-razor raised high. As he moves in to attack, his mask shifts and blurs momentarily, before taking on the form of Jokad's own face, a faithful and unsettling representation of the young Shoanti. The mask contorts in rage, mimicking Jokad's own movements.
OOC: The pic below shows the miniature that Paizo sell to show Aldern, but without the mask.
In addition, I only really know where Jokad is, so here is a map with him and Aldern. Can the rest of you let me know your position by saying where in reference to Jokad you are (so, for example, 2 squares south).
OOC: Round 1, Aldern facing up to Jokad, square to square. Initiative and attack rolls required!