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====Mystics in the Game====

Mystics are often mysterious strangers who speak in riddles and lend help to the party at certaint crossroads. The intentions of a mystics are rarely ever revealed, and if they are, then are even more rarely understood. PC's who take levels in mystic start to become distant from the other members of their party and begin to find themselves thinking about the world more as they progress down a certaint path of the mystic, until eventually new power awakens within them, and they realize something about the world around them. PC mystics do not necessarily change their standing in the world when they become mystics, but their personality will undoubtedly change.

'''Adaptation:''' Mystics are highly adaptable characters, a mystic could be the wizened hermit living deep living within a series of ancient, abandoned, dwarven tunnels that the players must seek out. A mystic could also be the cloaked and hooded figure that appears in the streets of a city a week before it falls. A mystic could even be the secret adviser to the king of a hidden nation. Mystics can truly be molded to fit any story or situation.

'''Sample NPC:''' Tural Remiel was once a young child. He lived with his grandmother in the largest house in the town where he grew up, and he didn't care for anything but his grandmother, his friends, and his toys. But then something changed one day, the sky bled. A lot of people left, they said it was an evil omen, but not Turals grandmother, she said that that town was her home, that she wouldn't leave even if the world shook her house to the ground. So Tural and his grandmother stayed, none of Turals friends were left behind, so Tural talked with his grandmother most of the time, she talked about odd things lately, preparations, dark things, sometimes she'd be quite and tell Tural that she loved him, other times she'd tell him stories of when she was younger. A year passed, and then Turals grandmother told him to lock himself in the pantry on the ground floor, and to not leave it until everything was quite, no matter what he heard, not until it was quite. He wanted to ask why, but he knew better, not when she had that tone in her vioce. He locked hismelf in the pantry and sat down in the corner, he heard the world around him, the house creaking, the whispering of the wind, and he heard his grandmother climb up the steps to the second floor, straight up to the window that she always stared out of, directly above him. He heard her unfurl a scroll, and at the same time a distant sound, like thunder, but only anrgy, he heard his grandmother shout out to the world in some odd language, heard the thunder sweep forward into the town. The world outside went black, no light entered through the cracks in the walls, the house creaked as hellish winds crashed through the world around it, Tural still thought he could hear his grandmother shouting in that strange language, then there were sounds like cannon blasts and wood splintered, then something changed, his grandmothers vioce wasn't a vioce anymore, it was a roar, that drowned out all other sounds and made the world tremble around the edges. Then the light was back, and the sounds were gone. Tural sat there terrified for a few moments, afraid to move, but then a single drop of blood hit his forehead, and he looked up, blood was falling from the ceiling, just like when the sky had bled, Tural rushed out of the room and ran up to his grandmother, barely registering that half of the building was gone, blown backwards a few hundred feet, he just wanted his grandmother to be all right. She wasn't, her body was white, and there was a hole in her chest the size of a fist, blood was still pouring out of the wound, and her eyes starred blankly forward, but, strangely enough, she was smiling. Tural fell to his knees, tears running out of his eyes, eyes that wouldn't look away from what they saw. He knelt there a while, until his neighbor, Mr. Wisp, who had decided to stay with the town too, came up to the building, shouting out Tural and his grandmothers name, then he found Tural, kneeling there, weeping, and he picked him up. Tural didn't remember much after that, only bits and pieces of different years and journeys, but to this day, Tural hasn't spent a single day where he didn't stop and remember his grandmother, the way she died, the smile on her face after she died, and he has come to the conclusion that, whatever she was doing, she had succeeded, and this thought has helped calm his spirit.

''EL 16:'' {{:Tural Remiel (3.5e NPC)}}


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Allowed Alignments	Lawful Good +, Lawful Neutral +, Lawful Evil +, Neutral Good +, Neutral +, Neutral Evil +, Chaotic Good +, Chaotic Neutral + and Chaotic Evil +
Article Balance	Very High +
Author	Rithaniel +
Base Attack Bonus Progression	Poor +
Challenge Rating	16 +
Class Ability	Arcane Spellcasting +, Prepared Spellcasting + and Spontaneous Spellcasting +
Class Ability Progression	Full +
Fortitude Save Progression	Poor +
Identifier	3.5e Prestige Class +
Length	3 +
Minimum Level	7 +
Name	Tural Remiel +
Race	Aasimar +
Rating	Unrated +
Reflex Save Progression	Poor +
Size	Medium +
Summary	Upon the ridge stands a lone figure, his long, white travelling cloak whipping around him in the wind. +
Title	Mystic +
Type	Outsider (Native) +
Will Save Progression	Good +