The Hooded Man
- Intro Video
Ascendant Step. The Hooded Man can cast levitate on himself at will, without expending a spell slot or material components.
Bardic Inspiration. The Hooded Man can use his music to inspire others, granting them a better chance of succeeding at a particular action.
Countercharm. While the Hooded Man is playing music, any of his allies who can hear it cannot be magically charmed or coerced into any action against their will.
Condition Immunities. The Hooded Man cannot be frightened, paralyzed, or poisoned. Additionally, he never tires, and cannot be magically charmed.
Damage Immunity. The Hooded Man is immune to all damage from non-magical sources.
Dark One’s Blessing. Whenever the Hooded Man kills a creature, he absorbs part of their life force, using it to shield his own from harm.
Disrupt Life. The Hooded Man can suddenly drain the life-force from every creature within 20 feet of him, sapping their strength, energy and vitality.
Frightening Gaze. If he removes his hood, the Hooded Man’s gaze can inspire terrible fear in a creature.
Kiss of Mephistopheles. When the Hooded Man hits a creature with his eldritch blast cantrip, he can immediately cast fireball centred on that creature using a warlock spell slot.
Paralyzing Touch. The Hooded Man’s touch can paralyze a creature and inflict pain if he wishes it to.
Rejuvenation. If he has a phylactery, the Hooded Man gains a new body in five days if he is destroyed, healed of all injuries and possessing his full power. The new body appears within 5 feet of the phylactery.
Ritual Casting. The Hooded Man can cast certain spells as rituals, without expending a spell slot
Spellcasting. The Hooded Man knows the following spells. Two of his his expended level 1 spell slots are regained after five minutes. The rest of his expended spell slots are regained after eight hours.
Cantrips (at will): chill touch, eldritch blast, frostbite, minor illusion, prestidigitation, vicious mockery
1st level (4 slots): burning hands, command, cure wounds, dissonant whispers, find familiar, Tasha’s hideous laughter
2nd level (3 slots): phantasmal force, silence, suggestion
3rd level (3 slots): bestow curse, counterspell, enemies abound, fireball, Leomund’s tiny hut,
4th level (3 slots): greater invisibility, polymorph
5th level (3 slots): animate objects, contact other plane, geas, hold monster, raise dead
6th level (1 slot): mass suggestion
7th level (1 slot): forcecage, plane shift, teleport
8th level (1 slot): dominate monster
9th level (1 slot): foresight
Truesight. The Hooded Man can see the true nature of illusions, magical disguises and shapechanged creatures.
- Who Am I...
- Romantic Interests
Women and men
- Relationship Status
Married, sort of
- My Story Is...
A long time ago, I was a greedy young man blessed with a pretty face and skilled fingers. Having been recently kicked out of college and rather down on my luck, a friend and I caught word that a pair of dragons had died and left their hoard unguarded. Needless to say, we saw the opportunity to get rich quick, and off we went: the two of us and our dog. Wolf. Yes, it was actually a wolf. Forgive me; it was a while ago, I’m having a hard time remembering everything.
The ensuing journey was little compared to some of the things I’ve undergone since then, but it was grander than what most people experience their whole lives. Along the way, I met a speedy blue fairy who wanted to be a novelist, a demonic fugitive with the lower body of a snake and six arms, and an orphaned storm dragon. The first, I made my familiar. The second became my wife after certain events. The third I adopted as my son. Seven hundred years later, we are all still together, in some form.
How can this be?
I’m a lich. An undead spellcaster, immortal and nigh unkillable. It’s been a fun ride, but I can’t quite say how I’ve ended up here. In any case, I’ve been busy taking care of some stuff, but I’m interested to see how I can tilt things.
- My Appearance
My hood always hangs down over my face; within it is a magical darkness, masking my face to all but those able to see through such things. My long, skeletal fingers move with cunning skill, from centuries of bardic activity. Dark blue robes drape over my entire body. Beneath my loose sleeves, chains wrap around my forearms – a permanent reminder of my deal with Instigg the fiend.
- I Believe...
in joyous adventure and companionship.