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Lancet Hadeia, Tentacular Terror
Level 7
Warlock 7 / The Fathomless
Medium | Hexblood | Sailor (Pirate) | Chaotic Neutral
Speed 30 ft | Swim 40 ft
AC
12
Ini.
+1
Mod +0
Str.
16
+3 | +3
Dex.
12
+1 | +1
Con.
14
+2 | +2
Int.
9
-1 | -1
Wis.
12
+1 | +4
Char.
16
+3 | +6
A man with long, long hair. Oddly enough, he's got moderately purple skin, and his ears are pointed-- though not in any natural way. Navy spotted tentacles crown his head, and seem to squirm, from the corner of your eyes, when you don't pay attention. His outfit, draped in thick blue fabrics and heavy furs, looks warm enough.
He smiles gently, raising his hands slightly as if knowing he seems odd. As he comes closer, the scent of sea salt grows ever-so-slightly stronger.
"My name is Lancet Vanglais. ...ah, don't mind these fellows, I'm stuck with them as much as they're stuck with me. They don't bite, promise."
the kind of guy that just can't say no, no matter how bad it will be for him.
A man who isn't himself.
Lancet Vanglais Hadeia was the youngest son of the Hadeia family, a family of hunters. Then something happened.
On an expedition, Lancet's boat was hit in a heavy storm, and the vessel capsized.
...Or so it should have went. Instead, Lancet woke up at a beach near his hometown, with no memory of the trip. He himself was changed, though he knows not why.
Someone, please, fish him out of this proverbial tar pit he's found himself in!
In the end, I'm a deep sea fish...
| Action | Range | Hit/DC | Damage |
|---|---|---|---|
| Javelin (weapon) | 30/120 Feet | +5 | 1d6 + 3 |
| Pact Spear (weapon) | 20/60 Feet | +6 | 1d6 + 4 |
| Pact of the Blade (feature) | |||
| Tentacle of the Deep (feature) | 60 Feet | +5 | 1d8 |
| Eldritch Blast (evo. cantrip) | 120 Feet | 1 Creature | +5 | 1d10 |
| Lightning Lure (evo. cantrip) | 15 Feet | 1 Creature | 13 str | 1d8 |
| Mind Sliver (ench. cantrip) | 60 Feet | 1 Creature | 13 int | 1d6 |
| Arms of Hadar (1st lv. conj) | 10 Feet | Self | 13 str | 2d6 |
| Thunderwave (1st lv. evo) | Self | 15 ft. Cube | 13 con | 2d8 |
| Hold Person (2nd lv. ench) | 60 Feet | 1 Creature | 13 wis | |
| Vampiric Touch (3rd lv. necro) | Self | Self Creature | +6 | 3d6 |
| Bonus Action | Range | Hit/DC | Damage |
|---|---|---|---|
| Hex (1st lv. enchantment) | 90 Feet | 1 Creature |
| Reaction | Range | Hit/DC | Damage |
|---|---|---|---|
| Hellish Rebuke (1st lv. evo) | 60 Feet | 1 Creature | 13 dex | 2d10 |
Skills
- Athletics +6
- Acrobatics +1
- Sleight of Hand +1
- Stealth +1
- Arcana +2
- History -1
- Investigation -1
- Nature -1
- Religion +2
- Animal Handling +4
- Insight +1
- Medicine +1
- Perception +4
- Survival +1
- Deception +6
- Intimidation +3
- Performance +3
- Persuasion +3
Proficiencies
- Darkvision 60 ft.
- Devil's Sight 120 ft.
- Primordial
- Common
- Light Armor
- Simple Weapons
- Navigator's Tools
- Water Vehicles
Tentacle of the Deep:
2 / 2
0 PP | 204 GP | 0 EP | 7 SP | 0 CP
Attuned Items: 1/3 | Weight: 94.5/240 lb
Equipment
- Arcane Focus (Crystal)1
- Dagger3
- Javelin1
- Spear1
- Pact Weapon (Spear)1
- A Belaying Pin (Club)1
- Leather Armor1
- Common Clothes1
- Amulet of Protection1
- Rations10
- Waterskin1
- Blue Leaves from the Cobalt Wood1
Gender: doesnt matter lol | Age: 28 | Size: Medium | Height: 5'6''
Weight: 127 lbs | Eyes: Aqua/Silver | Skin: Pale Purple | Hair: Dark Gray/Aqua/Tentacle
Personality Traits
I'm not really 'me'.
I'm not very confident in my skills anymore.
Ideals
Strength. It's all we have to survive.
Bonds
Even despite everything, the sea is my life.
But if it's for Sir Ianmyr, I'd destroy the world.
Flaws
I really am not myself.
Despite all my efforts, it seems impossible to say 'no' to anyone...
Appearance
A man(?) with long, long hair. Oddly enough, he's got moderately purple skin, and his ears are pointed-- though not in any natural way. Navy spotted tentacles crown his head, and seem to squirm, from the corner of your eyes, when you don't pay attention. His outfit, draped in thick blue fabrics and heavy furs, looks warm enough.
Background/Biography
Lancet Vanglais Hadeia, youngest son of the Hadeia family. They were skilled hunters up in the northern parts of Cyr, both on the land and in the sea, predominantly based in Vallmo, though occasionally migrating deeper into Cyr for their hunts. Lancet’s siblings were more adept hunting on the land, trapping the mightiest venison, the swiftest game. Lancet himself was most skilled in the ocean, hooking in aquatic quarries with ease and precision with his trusty harpoon. He was one of the best… at least, that’s what he always thought.
On a fateful day out at sea, Lancet and a few other sailors were hoping to catch a shark, or a whale— something big and exciting, to bring back for a celebration. They had an extremely lucky haul, and were making their way back to shore when a heavy storm struck, sinking the boat and taking its passengers along with it into the cold abyss.
…Or so it should have gone. Lancet only remembers waking up back at the shores of mainland Cyr, with nothing but the now-torn clothes he was wearing, his harpoon at his back, and no memory of the trip he went on.
To make odd things even stranger, he looked and acted differently than what he (and other people) remembered: his hair had grown much longer than it could have in that short period of time, with a writhing crown of tentacles squirming about it. His skin had turned an odd purple, and his once-silver eyes, a color of blue that seemed to mirror the ocean. He had become less assertive, willing to apologize for things that weren’t even his fault, an almost comical aversion to refusing almost any request and—most crushingly—his strengths as a hunter seemed to have completely disappeared.
Lancet believed that he made a deal with a sea hag: that he traded away his strengths, his memory, and his livelihood in order to return home alive. That seemed to make the most sense, and for a while, that was all he assumed.
That is, until he got into a bar fight thanks to his newfound flaw, and in the rush of trying not to get stabbed, he reached his palm out instinctively and an unexpected ‘eldritch blast’ struck his opponent straight in the skull, killing them instantly.
It was then that Lancet figured something really big must’ve happened to him in the time he can’t remember. His family never really tapped into magic, and those that did were never quite adept enough to even make a little spark, much less kill someone. He needed to know what really happened that day.
When Lancet asked around about his magic, the local cults of Aymer said his soul was marked by Aymer. That… sounded quite odd, especially because his family was never religious and honestly thought little of the gods, but hey, who was he to dispute the clergy?
In part due to the fact that he happened to run into a pirate scouting for new crew (and couldn’t get himself to refuse), and in part due to Lancet knowing he would find nothing searching alone, Lancet joined the aforementioned pirate crew, searching for answers wherever they went. On their last trip back to the mainland, the captain ordered him to go grab some drink, and he decided that hey, maybe they would want something a little fancier, and headed over to Myr. They had good wine there, right?
Spell DC 13 / Attack Mod: +5
Spellcasting Ability: Charisma
| Innate Spellcasting | Target | Range | Usage | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Hex | VSM [C] | Ench. | 1 Creature | 90 Feet | 1 Bonus Action |
| Disguise Self | VS | Illus. | Self | Self | 1 Action |
| Cantrip | Target | Range | Usage | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Mind Sliver | V | Ench. | 1 Creature | 60 Feet | 1 Action |
| Eldritch Blast | VS | Evo. | 1 Creature | 120 Feet | 1 Action |
| Lightning Lure | V | Evo. | 1 Creature | 15 Feet | 1 Action |
| Pact Magic - 3rd Level (2/2) | Target | Range | Usage | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Arms of Hadar | VS | Conj. | Self | 10 Feet | 1 Action |
| Thunderwave | VS | Evo. | 15 Feet Cube | 60 Feet | 1 Action |
| Hellish Rebuke | VS | Evo. | 1 Creature | 60 Feet | 1 Reaction |
| Hold Person | VSM [C] | Ench. | 1 Creature | 60 Feet | 1 Action |
| Darkness | VM [C] | Evo. | 15 Foot Sphere | 60 Feet | 1 Action |
| Vampiric Touch | VS [C] | Necro. | 1 Creature | Self | 1 Action |
| Class Levels | Level |
|---|---|
| Warlock | Level 5 |
| ↳ The Fathomless (TCE) |
| Active Abilities | Uses | Usage | Source | Requirements |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Pact of the Blade | 1 Action | |||
| Tentacle of the Deep | 2/2 | 1 Action |
| Passive Abilities | Source | Requirements | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Hexblood | VRGR pg. 18 | |||
| Pact Magic | Warlock 1 | |||
| Otherworldly Patron: The Fathomless |
| Passive Effects | Source | Duration |
|---|---|---|
| Gift of the Sea | Gift of the Sea | None |
| Inactive Effects | Source | Duration |
|---|---|---|
| Hex | Hex | 600 Rounds |
- Lancet is named after the Alepisaurus ferox, also known as the Lancetfish.
- Lancet likes blue drinks. I, too, drink blue things when I play Lancet. He also likes drinking steamed milk.
- Lancet has two brothers. Their names are Saber and Manelli Vanglais Hadeia. His mother's name is Nymenche Vanglais Hadeia.
- Lancet doesn't tell anyone, but he named his tentacles. He won't tell anyone what their names are, though.
So, it might be a little obvious, but Lancet's inspired by lancetfishes. That being said, I don't think there are any tentacle-y creatures that parasite off lancetfish, but if there are, let me know and I'll throw that into his design.
This Lancet seems quite odd, but he's nowhere near as bad as Aldebaran Canon Lancet, who barely even has a name. Nearly drowned by the Abyssal Leviathan Sareas, Lancet clung onto some figment of life by becoming host to a writhing abomination that stole his body and assimilated his human mind. Sounds dark... but that's what he gets for being dragged into the abyss by Sareas.
Original Lancet (or, as I often call him, Real Lancet) is quite a serious, stoic guy, so it's ridiculous to think this awkward bumbling boy is what he became after he drowned. I've been debating whether or not Real Lancet should ever return, and if he does, how this will change his relationships in the party and in the world, especially regarding his crush Sir Ianmyr. Real Lancet is a badass and I'm not unsure that he wouldn't just straight up kabedon Sir Ianmyr and confess directly to his face.
Lancet's changed quite a bit from his initial self, even in the campaign, even if he doesn't realize it himself. But I hope he remembers who he wants to be. I hope he becomes who he wants to be.
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