Arcolin's page

About Arcolin

Arcolin is a tall, thin but whip-strong man whose handsome, fine-boned face is topped by a well-kept sheaf of red-streaked black hair. His dark green eyes seem to change in shade with his occasionally mercurial moods, and his well-maintained slate-gray armour is unadorned and depending on his mood it can seem either charmingly simple or menacing. Hanging at his side is a greatsword with a pommel of red almandine; a trio of simple daggers are hidden on his body.

Arcolin doesn't talk about the events that led to his boyhood self appearing starving at the door of Andoran's most renowned paladin order. He is just a little bit more eloquent on why he left the order that took him in for the Pathfinder Society not long ago, not having stayed long enough to be officially knighted. It is even more puzzling as to why he has thrown his lot in with the Cheliax, and he doesn't seem to be in any hurry to shed light on the subject.

Arcolin firmly believes that proper order is necessary in all civilized interactions. Having forsaken the codes of conduct of his former order, he retains his one sworn oath: he will never tell a lie.