Fantasy NPC: Klaaghammar Vyl, Cold Envoy Of Hell

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Klaaghammar Vyl, Cold Envoy Of Hell

A stocky individual wearing multiple layers of expensive furs, thick robes, and warm coats, his fiery red complexion barely visible from underneath. A large fur cap haphazardly balances on multiple curved horns adorning his balding head. A pair of tails with wicked stingers is covered by an additional cape, with each tail wrapped in its own wooly warmer.

CR 4; 1,200 XP

LE Medium Outsider (devil, evil, extraplanar, lawful)

Init +6; Senses darkvision 60 ft., see in darkness; Perception +9

Defense
AC 17, touch 12, flat-footed 15 (+2 armor, +2 Dex, +3 natural)
hp 42 (5d10+15)
Fort +7, Ref +4, Will +6

DR 5/good or silver; Immune fire, poison; Resist acid 10, cold 10

Offense
Speed 30 ft.

Melee 2 tail stingers +7 (1d6+2), gore +7 (1d6+2)

Ranged mwk light crossbow +8 (1d8, 19–20/×2)

Spell-Like Abilities (CL 5th, concentration +6)

Constant—resistance

3/day—infernal healing, teleport (self and 50 lbs. of gear only), vanish

Statistics
Str 14, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 13, Wis 13, Cha 13

Base Atk +5; CMB +7; CMD 19
Feats Combat Reflexes, Improved Initiative, Toughness

Skills Bluff +9, Diplomacy +9, Knowledge (nature) +9, Knowledge (planes) +9, Knowledge (religion) +9, Perception +9, Ride +9

Language Celestial, Draconic, Infernal, Sylvan; telepathy 100 ft.

Notable Gear thick multilayered robes acting as +1 padded armor, infernal letters of passage

Klaaghammar Vyl was a minor devil bureaucrat that was given a promising post by his infernal masters—an envoy to an ascendant fey lordling with pretenses of divinity, king Hoarfrost, who took over a vale, trapped it in eternal winter, and forced its mortals to revere him as their new deity.

Now, the poor-poor, unlucky Vyl wonders if it was merely a cruel joke, or a thinly veiled exile. The place is always bone-freezingly cold, the festivities are bland and bloodless, the dishes served rustic and unsophisticated, the king is petty and vain, his daughter arrogant and obnoxious, his son clueless. Despite their struggle with the eternal winter, the local mortals are stubbornly unwilling to sell their souls to hell in exchange for a way to escape the toil of fruitless labor they keep doing for their oppressor.

Klaaghammar Vyl is slowly losing hope for a positive change to his fate, slowly resigning himself to eternal cold and boredom. He still enjoys an occasional ride and a hunt—pastimes he never experienced before, but even their novelty wears off with passing years. 

If something happened to change the balance of power in the Hoarfrost Vale, Klaaghammar Vyl would be more than happy to meddle, likely overestimating his own cunning, grasp of the situation, bargaining position, and overall impact on the events.