2 Years ago:

Deep under Golarion in a highly warded space only accessible by either teleporting twice or swimming through hundreds of feet of solid stone, resides Stristyko and his handful of household minions.

Stristkyo is Lawful Evil. He keeps his promises. Long ago, he bargained with his future immortal self that no matter how far he might progress into the depths of villainy and corruption, he would always find the time for pure self-interested joy. Were he not predictibly going to do this, that tiny mortal would have despaired of Unlife and Judgement alike, and fed himself to a daemon.

Stristyko the immortal would not have prefered that outcome.

On this particular day, Stristyko is engaging in his ancient obligation to experience a little fun, once in a while. He participates in friendly, wholesome recreation, with his favourite of his minions.

2 Years ago:

Deep under Golarion in a highly warded space only accessible by either teleporting twice or swimming through hundreds of feet of solid stone, resides Stristyko and his handful of household minions.

Stristkyo is Lawful Evil. He keeps his promises. Long ago, he bargained with his future immortal self that no matter how far he might progress into the depths of villainy and corruption, he would always find the time for pure self-interested joy. Were he not predictibly going to do this, that tiny mortal would have despaired of Unlife and Judgement alike, and fed himself to a daemon.

Stristyko the immortal would not have prefered that outcome.

On this particular day, Stristyko is engaging in his ancient obligation to experience a little fun, once in a while. He participates in friendly, wholesome recreation, with his favourite of his minions.