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Sources: Monster Manual II: Nimblewright (Race) Tome of Magic: Binder (Class), Improved Binder (Feat) Tome of Battle: Swordsage (Class) Draconomicon: Sense Weakness (Feat) Dragon Magic: Fanged Ring (Item) Magic Item Compendium: Sandals of the Light Step, Bracers of Lightning Strikes, Piercer Cloak, Rules for Combining Common Effects --- “How can they enjoy that racket…” murmured a young, dark haired woman, mostly to herself, as she walked off towards a much quieter balcony. Behind her, the party was in full swing, or at least as such a crowd could go. She seemed to be amongst the youngest one there. Her disappearance wasn\'t really felt by the other guests, and she preferred it that way. She looked at the night sky, waiting for the evening to pass with a bored look on her face until the sound of footsteps made her turn. Her eyes met a handsome stranger. “The host seems to have failed us, how could he allow the most beautiful of his guests to prefer the company of the stars and moon over his party?” She was rather stunned; few had ever said such things to her. The man went to her side, leaning against the railing as she was. “Er, I… Thank you.” The man simply smiled, looking deep into her eyes. She smiled back. She was flattered, but there was an odd feeling at the back of her mind that something was wrong. “I-it’s really not the Lord Caballe’s fault. He’d invited my parents and they decided to drag me along.” The man moved a bit closer and placed his hand next to her gloved hand. The girl’s heartbeat started to race. “Then I must thank them… But a flower such as you shouldn’t be left alone… ” To her shock, he placed his hand over hers. “Flowers must be taken care of, cherished…” His other hand fell on her shoulder. The girl was start growing nervous, she tried to push his arms away, but they seemed immovable. “Embraced…” “How da… get away fro-” In one swift motion, he placed his hand over her lips. It was cold, much to cold. She struggled to get away, fear in her eyes. “What do you think you’re doing!” A voice roared from the entrance to the balcony. A much older man was making his way towards them, fury in his eyes. “Paimon! PAIMON, let go of her this instant!” The man doesn’t react until he hears the name. Slowly, he lets her go, not a change in his expression. “Of course, master.” The girl stands back, shaking. The older man ignores his servant, running to the girl’s side. “I’m so sorry, did it hurt you?” The shock is quickly replaced with outrage and she steps forward. With all her strength she slaps the servant across the face. “How dare you! You, you- you disgusting pig!” The blow rings out in the localized silence, but the servant’s expression is unchanged. He doesn’t even seem to notice. Instead, the girl clutches her hand as it begins to sting. After a tense few seconds, the older man speaks out. “Paimon, drop the disguise and stand by the carriage until I go to you. I can\'t seem to find a use for you can I?” “My apologies, master.” The man begins to change, his mane of hair shrinking back into his head and his skin apparently melting and taking a metallic sheen. The girl is speechless as before stands what looks like a suit of armor much to compact for any man to wear. It jumps onto the railing where the pair spoke only a few moments ago, gives her one last look, and steps off, falling the three stories and disappearing into the darkness. --- Project: The Mortal Coil Closing It pains me to say that the months spent on this branch of research proved fruitless. Our original goal, the creation of a mortal coil that a vestige can inhabit permanently, was not reach and attempts to recycle our findings in other areas proved untrustworthy. To reiterate, this project began when an assistant brought what is commonly known as pact magic to my attention. Marked as heresy by the church, these rituals bring great power to a practitioner at the expense of contacting dangerous beings and letting them take control of their body. My assistant hypothesized that were a vestige given a mortal coil, they would no longer require the use of ‘binders’ as they’re called. As such, these vestiges would stop answering their heretical calls. The idea seemed sound, and it he had some backing by an organization that whose goal it is to eradicate these ‘bindings’. Regardless of the cause, the project seemed promising, if these ‘vestiges’ were truly ageless, then perhaps this it could lead to much greater boons than a church mandate. Paimon was the chosen vestige and after some further research, we came to the conclusion that a humanoid construct akin to a human duelist would be the most appropriate. Our trials began with the construct still freshly formed, with no real memories or personality. When we finally achieved a temporary binding we ran into a rather difficult roadblock. Vestiges apparently possess binders in order to experience the material plane. Constructs don’t follow the same rules for sensory input as we do, and as such the binding was… unique. It appears ‘Paimon’ was enraged with this ‘trickery’, in his own words. The binding was short lived, but there was no doubt that it was successful. Further work on the construct, letting it become more humanlike and allowing it to wield a blade much like the manifestation and legend, lengthened the duration. To our surprise, Paimon actually began to recognize us. Regardless of our efforts though, the possibility of permanent and complete binding was unreachable. 24 hours was the longest period we got, and even then it seems that is the limit a normal practitioner achieves. Dialogue with the vestige proved mostly fruitless, it mocked, us saying that even a hundred such bodies wouldn’t be enough to keep him from answering other calls. Whether or not this is true, we don’t not have the resources to verify. We were forced to abandon our goal of ending pact magic, it simply wasn’t feasible. We were still left with the construct though. After repeated bindings it became clear that it was being affected by the vestige’s influence. It began to think and act on its own accord, an unintended side effect that was nevertheless, fascinating. Its personality became much like that of Paimon, which we soon realized was much more of a hassle than a boon. It became capricious and bold, and, to my assistant’s dismay, rather… lewd. Whatever it hoped to accomplish with its advances towards her is anyone’s guess, but the compulsion was there. Paimon had marked it and to our shock, it began to perform the bindings on its own. The line blurred between the construct and the vestige, it began to only answer when spoken to as Paimon. The vestige’s influence makes it unusable as a bodyguard, it simply isn’t trustworthy, as a poor girl Arcane Order’s annual Gala can testify. Perhaps we should destroy it, but its reached the point where it would be akin to committing murder. Regardless of what he was before, ‘Paimon’ is intelligent. For now, we us him as an aid and a guardsman, at least for these purposes, when kept on a tight leash, it’s useful. Were it given free reign though, were he separated from me or my assistant, there’s no telling what it would do. Just who is in control there? Is it us? Paimon, the vestige? Or Paimon, the shell?
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