Calambrust Ozar's page

A heavily-muscled man in chain mail stands on a plain broken and burnt by battle. The crimson bruise of the setting sun forms the background, backlighting this warrior.

"Call me Cal. I've been a soldier, a constable, and a city guard. I've defended street orphans from the predatory gargoyles of the night because it needed to be done. I've purged cemeteries of hordes of ghouls, because ghouls defile cemeteries. They don't belong there. I've evicted the unemployed and destitute from their scrappy little homes, because that's what the law serves up to people who can't pay rent. I've rounded up drunks, thugs, thieves, and street performers performing without a license, and I've put them in jail. I'd do it again, too, gladly. I've cut off heads of anarchic orcs and other nasty excuses for life that run over the land without regard for any order, natural or civilized.

"Let me be straight. I don't like to think too hard about hoity-toity things, and I prefer action to sitting around the fire, making merry. I enjoy a good cup of grog, mind you, but I also like to fight when I'm drunk, so look out. Now, if I were to get downright disorderly in such a state, I'd expect you to put me back in line, and I'd agree with you when I woke up in the drunk tank. I'd pay my dues and get back to helping the structure of society run smoothly. What people need is structure, and discipline, and sometimes a hearty shove in the right direction.

"You want freedom, of course you do. I do, too. We all do. But our freedom comes when we all work together under the law. Codes and edicts, those are the underlying beams and nails of freedom, not this wild running about the wilderness, looking for adventure. Want adventure? Stand your ground for the common order. Adventure will come to you, and then you got to put it in its place."

Cal is native to Molthune, where he earned his citizenship by serving in the army for the requisite five years. He has been working in law enforcement for the past seven years in Molthune. Recently, he has become interested in the history and culture of Cheliax. Although he does not particularly care for the empire's association with devils, he has been severely impressed by the Order of Hellknights, and is now driven by the goal of eventually joining their ranks. To this end, he is seeking outstanding opportunities to train and develop his already considerable martial skills.

Cal believes in discipline, civilization, and human culture. As far as the gods go, he respects them all, and particularly reveres Abadar, Irori, and Aroden; the latter despite the fact that he is a dead god.