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About Corvax of the Dunes

If there is an archetype for clerics, a shining exemplar for all to follow, Corvax is as far removed from it as it is possible to be while still remaining a cleric.
He presents a singularly unappealing prospect to the eye, dressed in a cloak patched with so many different cloths of different colours, it is impossible to tell what colour it originally was. A necklace hangs around his neck, covered in shiny objects of all kinds from silver spoons to polished nails, ending in a silver holy symbol of Sarenrae and a Pathfinder Society compass. He also wears a disreputable slouch hat, from which hang shiny objects on pieces of string. His other worldly possessions, he carries wrapped in a red handkerchief with white spots.
Corvax is a singularly pessimistic character, deriving immense satisfaction from predicting disaster. This carries over to his preaching, where he gets really cheerful when predicting hellfire and damnation, only to get morose when telling of how salvation may be earned. He sees it as his duty, though, to help all men to salvation...and believes there to be no greater impediment to salvation than an over-abundance of wealth (in the hands of others - as a cleric he can handle wealth fine). He has a special liking for silver...
Beneath this, he has a charitable sides that shows in fits and starts.
He has a great fondness for gammon and spinach-and a verbal tic that leads him to show his love for these dishes by cawing 'Gammon! Ha Ha!' and 'Spinach! Ha Ha!' at awkward moments.
Corvax was hatched in Osirion, and grew up in the capital of Sothis. Though he was non-human, and thus not exactly a part of mainstream Osirion society, the head priest of the Temple of Sarenrae he joined saw an opportunity in him, and recommended him to a friend... Who happened to be the Sapphire Sage himself, Amenopheus, head of the Osirion faction in Absalom.
He has a great dislike for people calling him 'crow' - he insists on 'magpie' as his chest feathers are white.
He has a personal grudge against Orcas. An Orca disrupted his first ever solo prayer-meeting, which he held on a galley. The Orca surfaced underneath the galley, staving in the bottom and making several moderately-wealthy worshippers swim back to safety, where they promptly complained to the Church. Since then, he's laboured under the belief that Orcas are out to get him, so he rails against them in his sermons and his most common dire prediction is 'And then an Orca'll bite your legs off, gammon ha ha!'