Sarvin Wardroxan's page

As a child Sarvin was brought up in the traditional Mitran way and like many others he took to the virtues of the faith, honor, justice, charity, and bravery. While he grew up among his brothers and sisters he had an exceptionally quiet life. He was born frailer than most and so spent most of his days delved into books as soon as he could read and experienced the virtues of the faith through the morality tales and other stories that he read as a child. Sarvin’s favorite perch in his home was the window in the attic, where he could open the window and hear the city around him while he relaxed. It was on one of the days that he reclined on his perch that he stumbled upon a secret in the attic. When he went to get down, he tripped and accidentally revealed a fake board. Beneath the board was a dusty tome, hidden for who knows how long. Within it were the secrets of the forbidden of Asmodean worship, a condensed version of the Asmodean Monograph. While he knew he should tell his parents or one of the priests about it, curiosity is a terrible thing.

In the end he returned to the tome back to its hiding spot, leaving it there for several days while he weighed telling his family about the book or not. After several days he finally relented and returned to the book, opening and taking the faintest peak inside of the Monograph. He thought that if there was anything truly bad in there he could tell his parents about it, so it was better to investigate first. While he couldn’t understand many the more esoteric concepts expressed in the Monograph some of the simpler concepts spoke to him. It left him wanting to learn more, and made him wonder why it was now forbidden to even read this book.

A few months after discovering the tome he discovered his proficiency for magic. Every year he would return home and visit his family, giving him a needed break from the constant education that he pursued on his pursuit to hone his arcane talents. With every visit he would return to his perch, and to the Monograph. Slowly but surely, he could comprehend aspects of the book that were beyond his understanding as a child, and the more he read the more he found himself agreeing with the lessons within. During his holidays he found himself slowly converting to the cause of Asmodeus, and he yearned to learn more.

When he returned to his pursuits he eventually found a book with the information he sought, though heavily censored. The tome spoke of the other kingdoms and nations of Golarion, beyond the seas of Talingarde. Within he could read of Cheliax, an evil nation opposed to nearly everything that Talingarde now stood for. It was in Cheliax that Sarvin found his purpose, and his drive. While worship of Asmodeus was now banned it was not always so, properly cultivated and revitalized Talingarde could rise to the prominence of Cheliax, perhaps surpass it. Talingarde would be made into something greater than it was now, wallowing in its righteous stagnation.

To achieve this goal, he focused on the Conjuration school, if he could not proper utilize the School he would have to find someone else within the kingdom who could, and there was no one he could trust with this yet. Even then he took more inspiration from the Monograph. He would need to persuade others back to the proper path, and convince them that Mitran worship had weakened them as a kingdom. Sarvin came out of his self-imposed shell, doing what he could to start making a web of favors and ‘friends’ he could later rely upon. Even if everything went perfectly this sort of work would take years, decades even.

In secret he began gathering every scrap of information he could when it came to call upon Outsiders. Due to the nature of the information he claimed that these would be for calling upon the agents of the Heavens and the denizens within. No one had any real reason to doubt him, so he could collect what he needed, save for the pertinent information on Devils and their ilk.

At the age of twenty he finished his studies as a Wizard, but was woefully short of his knowledge on dealing with Outsiders, especially Devils. He did not have the coin to travel outside of Talingarde’s borders, so he returned home and bid farewell to his family one more time, promising to repay the debt they incurred for his studies. To get enough coin to pay off the debt, to gather whatever scraps of devilish lore he could, and to find others who believed as he did he took to going through the cities and towns of Talingarde. He picked up whatever jobs he could solve with his minor control of arcane magic while searching for information that could help him, never staying in the same place for too long to stay ahead of inquisitors.

Over the next four years Sarvin wandered, and in his wanderings his belief in Asmodeus grew. The more he met the people of Talingarde the more he was assured that returning to the old ways was for the best. These people needed the order of Hell, it was only then that they could rival the greater kingdoms of the world. In his faith and inexperience, he grew arrogant and didn’t properly scrutinize the newest noble that he attempted to bring in to the fold for rebellion. The noble was overheard speaking of the plot by one of their servants, and of Sarvin’s involvement, it was only a short matter of time before he was taken to trial for sedition.

Fortunately, he was given some advanced warning about the impending arrest, he could secure both his now well-worn copy of the Monograph and his familiar from being caught alongside of him. When the time came for his arrest he went quietly and without any fuss, falsely believing that there wasn’t enough evidence to do any real damage to him. The investigators of Talingarde were more thorough than he believed though and eventually there was enough evidence of the web of sedition Sarvin weaved to thoroughly damn him in the eyes of the court. While the trial progressed only some of his family members could even afford to come to see it, and while initially they had faith in him their faith quickly faltered as the mountain of evidence began increasing. His only saving grace was that he had not yet tried converting them to Asmodeus, and revealing the grander designs. Since he merely organized and didn’t take part himself he was saved the fate of some of his other collaborators of being drawn and quartered, but he was still sent to Brandenscar all the same.

-Sarvin's father or grandfather is/was a somewhat prominent Conjurer within Cheliax's upper echelon and gave Sarvin a spellbook with a few basic spells in it and has large expectations of him.
-Sarvin himself knows that the best way to move within Cheliax's power structure is to win over the Devils that make up the power structure, but he has higher aspirations than that. He doesn't want to serve one, he wants to become one in his own right with all the power that comes across.
-Obviously not being a very strong man he tries to get away through life using a cunning tongue as opposed to brute force.