Fantasy NPC: Lady Yagnes, Heir-Pretender

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Lady Yagnes, Heir-Pretender

A beautiful young woman wearing the most fashionable clothing and a rather intense make up.

CR 1; 400 XP

Female human sorcerer (Phoenix) 2

CN Medium Humanoid (human)

Init +2; Senses normal; Perception +1

Defense
AC 13, touch 13, flat-footed 11 (+1 deflection, +2 Dex)
hp 13 (2d6+4)
Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +7 (+9 vs. mind affecting effects)

Offense
Speed 30 ft.

Melee dagger +0 (1d4–1, 19–20/×2)

Ranged acid splash +3 touch (1d3 acid)

Sorcerer Spells (2nd, concentration +5)

1st (5/day)—burning hands, unseen servant

0—acid splash, dancing lights, detect magic, mage hand, prestidigitation, read magic

Statistics
Str 8, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 13, Wis 12, Cha 17

Base Atk +1; CMB +0; CMD 12
Feats Eschew Materials^B, Iron Will, Steadfast Personality

Skills Bluff +7, Knowledge (nobility) +2, Perform (dance) +4, Profession (socialite) +5

Language Common, Duc, Ignan

SQ bloodline arcana (phoenix)

Notable Gear inherited ancestral pin (+1 deflection bonus to AC and +1 resistance bonus to saving throws when worn by a rightful owner; Al N, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 10, empathy, senses 30 ft., Ego 4, at least until its deeper properties are awakened and expanded)

Lady Yagnes was enjoying herself among the upper crust of the capital when her parents called her back and sent to some gods-forgotten village in the middle of complete nowhere. Apparently, ages ago, their great-grand aunt was a baroness that made some random bloke her heir and now, that this guy is dead, the castle and the town are hers for taking... Well, at least once the inheritance documents are cleared and the various cousins, uncles, aunts, and unrelated scavengers are proven not to be more suitable heirs than Yagnes.

The good thing is that none of the other claimants came to Leshiskovo yet. The bad thing is that lady Yagnes doesn't care much for the place either—it's far away from the society and parties of the capital, with not a single person of style, grace, pedigree, or substance. There isn't really even a possibility of making a worthwhile scandal so far from anything resembling fashionable civilization.

As for now, lady Yagnes intends to get the documents that would establish her right to the place, and get away from here as soon as possible, leaving the place in hands of a steward, while she, her new title, and her new income, will be happily engaged in the social life of the capital. The place thwarts her plans so far, however, for the castle was guarded by unruly mechanical guardsmen that failed to recognize her obvious right to enter, the township is struck with eternal night, the nightmares walk the streets, the citizens ask her to pay for her accommodations, and, what is the worst, another insane machine is sounding some infernal horns or pipes, or whatever every few hours constantly interrupting her sleep!

Oh, and the castle might be haunted...

Lady Yagnes is stubborn but even she is slowly losing hope she can make it work by herself and she is slowly running out of meager funds that her parents provided her with. She never before had to think about the finances but is slowly starting to understand importance of wealth.