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About Revial The ArchitectRevial The Architect CR 5
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Languages: Common, Celestial, Infernal, Abyssal ----------------
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Contents:
Backpack, Bedroll, Belt pouch, Clay mug, Dagger, 2 Fish hooks, Flint+Steel, Sewing Needle, Signal Whistle, 50ft String, 50ft Thread, Waterskin, 5 Weeks of rations, Whetstone Coin on Hand - 1171 Gold Requested Information:
One contact name – why – and what they are? Revial has been known to call on his longtime friend and confidant Ramos the Mongrel when situations arise. Ramos a Hound Archon from the golden plains of Elysium occasionally works as a bounty hunter and a man catcher for the Harmonium and Fraternity of Order. One enemy – who any why? They say that the worst betrayals are those closest to the heart. In this case the betrayal would be Nesia Varnos, Revial’s sister. Where Revial loved the perfection of law, Nesia saw the chains of oppression. It began at first, slowly over time. A chance word here, a disagreement there. But slowly, the void began to widen between the sibling bonds. You would think that children born with the blood of the divine in their veins would have the predilection towards forgiveness. Rather, their inherent righteousness drove them on other paths. Nesia, has not been seen by Revial since he discovered that she had joined the Anarchists. Since then, every building accidently destroyed in a fire, or collapsed by a freak portal that Revial has built, he has has laid at her feet. With her love of destruction, she should have joined the Doomguard. Something you care about, and why? Revial has been a longtime member of the Fraternity of Order. Working primarily as an Architect of buildings, Revial sees the strength of stone and mortar as a physical representation of Law and Order. Where the sinkers would see entropy and decay, Revial sees the power or mathematical laws that define reality A place for everything:
The smog was heavy as usual in the foundry district, beggars and cut-purses rife in the streets cat-calling for clipped shillings from berks and bloods alike. ”Cop’per Guv’ner?” mewed a dirty wretch, hand outstretched to Revial. Shouldering his way thru the crowd, Revial, tall, proud and righteous turned to the beggar ”A copper hrm? Well, perhaps but first let’s see your papers. You do have the proper writ of beggary, and your guild accreditation, yes? No, well that’s a shame. Pray, how many coppers do you have there? Fifteen! As it so happens the fine for begging without accreditation is nine coppers on a first offence. I’ll be happy to take that from you, or you could discuss it with a Harmonium officer.” Pocketing the coins, Revial, smiled turning away. Berks always assume when they see the white wings that you are some paragon of virtue and kindness, pff more fool them! Right there was the difference between a berk and a blood, Revial though. Don’t trust the obvious. Law, order and discipline, these were the watchwords that Revial devoted his life to not some foolish notion as selflessness and charity. Patting his pocket, Revial nodded to himself. “I’ll have to make sure I get this to the Fraternity ledgers.” Content with himself, and the small amount of order he had imposed Revial continued on his way. Everything in its place, and a place for everything. XP to advancement:
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