A strange campaign
A bitter aasimar woman, follower of Lamashtu
Nualia’s recent success with the ritual to offer her foster
father’s corporeal remains to Lamashtu (a sacrifi ce more symbolic
than anything else) saw her rewarded with a promise of things to
come—her left hand has been transformed into a demonic red talon.
With the exception of her demonic hand and her scarred belly, the
rest of her body is incongruously beautiful. Yet in her madness,
Nualia has come to view her silver hair, violet eyes, and shapely fi gure
as a curse, a scar visited upon her by her angelic heritage. She
wants to shed this part of her, to become fully monstrous to better
serve her new mistress. She wears the mark of her devotion to
Lamashtu proudly, keeping her midriff bare to expose the ugly scars
and wounds across her belly.
A foundling raised by Sandpoint’s previous religious
leader, a man named Ezakien Tobyn, Nualia’s childhood was lonely
and sad. Her unearthly beauty made the other children either
jealous or shy, and many of them took to playing cruel jokes on her.
The adults in town weren’t much better—many of the superstitious
Varisians viewed Nualia as blessed by Desna, a sort of “reverse
Rumors that her touch or proximity could cure warts
and rashes, that locks of her hair brewed into tea could increase
fertility, and that her voice could drive out evil spirits led to endless
awkward and humiliating requests over the years. Poor Nualia felt
more like a freak than a young girl by the time she came of age, so
when Delek Viskanta, a local Varisian youth, began to court her,
she practically fell into his arms in gratitdue.
Knowing that her father wouldn’t approve of a relationship
with a Varisian (he wanted her to remain pure so that she could
join one of the prestigious Windsong Abbey convents), they kept
the aff air secret. They met many times in hidden places, a favorite
being an abandoned smuggler’s tunnel under town that Delek
had discovered as a child.
Before long, Nualia realized she was
pregnant. When she told Delek, he revealed his true colors and,
after calling her a slut and a harlot, fled Sandpoint rather than
face her father’s wrath. Nualia’s shock quickly turned to rage, yet
she had nowhere to vent her anger. She bottled it up, and when
her father discovered her delicate condition, his reaction to her
indescretions only furthered her shame and anger. He forbade
her to leave the church, lectured her nightly, and made her pray
to Desna for forigeness. In so doing, he unknowingly nurtured
her growing hate.
When the runewell in the Catacombs of Wrath fl ared to life,
Nualia’s own anger was a magnet to its magic. Seven months pregnant,
the wrathful energies suff used her mind and she fl ew into
a frenzy. She miscarried her child later that night, a child whose
monstrously deformed shape she only glimpsed before blanching
midwives stole it away to burn it in secret. As the child had been
concieved in the smuggler’s tunnels below town, in close proximity
to a hidden shrine to Lamashtu (the goddess of monstrous births),
the child itself was deformed and horrifi c. The double shock of
losing a child and the realization she had been carrying a fi end in
her belly for seven months was too much. Nualia fell into a coma.
As Nualia slept, she dreamed unhealthy dreams.
Fueled by the wrath from below and the taint of Lamashtu, Nualia became further
obsessed with the cruel demon goddess and the conviction that her
wretched life was infl icted on her by those around her. She came
to see her angelic heritage as a curse, and the demon-sent dreams
showed her how to expunge this taint from her body and soul,
replacing it with chaos and cruelty. When she fi nally woke, Nualia
was someone new, someone who didn’t flinch at what Lamashtu
asked of her. She jammed her father’s door shut as he slept, lit the
church on fire, and fled Sandpoint.
The locals assumed Nualia had burned in the fire, a tragedy made
all the worse by the death of Father Tobyn as well. Yet Nualia lived.
She fl ed to Magnimar, where she enlisted the aid of a group of killers
known as the Skinsaw Men. With their aid, she tracked down Delek
and murdered him. Yet his death did not fi ll her need for revenge.
Sandpoint and its hated citizens still lived.
Seeing a kindred spirit in the tortured woman, the mysterious
leader of the Skinsaw Men gave Nualia a medallion bearing a carving
of a seven-pointed star called a “Sihedron medallion.” Nualia
learned that she had a larger role to play, and that her dreams were
a map to her destiny.
Taking the advice to heart, Nualia returned to
Sandpoint, and found herself drawn to the brick wall in the smuggler’s
tunnels where she and Delek had conceived her deformed
child. Nualia bashed down the wall, and in so doing, discovered
the Catacombs of Wrath and the quasit Erylium, also a follower
of Lamashtu. For many months, Nualia studied under Erylium’s
tutelage. During this time, Nualia received another vision from
Lamashtu—a vision of a monstrous goblin wolf imprisoned in a tiny
In Nualia’s dreams, she learned that this creature, a barghest
named Malfeshnekor, was also one of Lamashtu’s chosen. If she
could find him and free him, he would not only help her achieve her
vengeance against the town of Sandpoint, but he would be the key
in cleansing her body of what she had come to see as her “celestial
taint.” Nualia wanted to be one of Lamashtu’s children now. She
wanted to become a monster herself.