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About Zophiel Heidmarch

~ Rise of the Pale One ~
A group of novice Pathfinders have gathered outside of the Grand Lodge in Absolom. They are awaiting Venture Captain Ambrus Valsin’s arrival to give the group one last briefing before they start their confirmation assignment.
Oontz, a man who can influence magic with his music, is part of this rookie group. He discreetly points towards the small crowd that’s come to see the group off and whispers to a Dwarf in heavy armor, “Isn’t that Sheila Heidmarch?”
“Where? No. It can’t be.” Uvar quickly dismisses the thought. “What would she be doing here?”
“I don’t know. Wait, isn’t that Canayven? It is! I recognize them from the paintings in the hall. Who are they looking at?” Oontz responds, craning his head around.
“They’re looking at the pale guy. What was his name, Sodal or something?”
“His name’s Zophiel, you need to pay attention. ‘Pathfinders who want to stay alive need to pay attention’. You don’t remember that being drilled into us every five minutes? What would the Heidmarches be doing all the way down here from Magnimar and who is Zophiel to them?”
“What are you guys gossiping about?” Darvon, a Half-Elf who proudly proclaims his destiny as a powerful wizard to anyone he meets, adds. “He’s a Sylph you know, the one you’re talking about.”
“The Heidmarches are here.” Oontz fills him in. “We’re trying to figure out why they seem so interested in him. Hey, are all Sylphs that pale?”
“Yes, their race traces their descendents to the elemental plane of air.” Darvon arrogantly answers. “Haven’t you noticed the breeze that seems to always surround him? Hey, those are the Heidmarches!”
They are interrupted by Ambrus Valsin’s booming voice. “Quiet, quiet! Is everyone ready? Now as you prepare to venture in the unknown wilds of the Redoubt, remember all you’ve been taught. You will be tested in all facets of your… oh, hi Sheila, Canayven. I didn’t know you were going to be here. Um, one moment Pathfinders.” Ambrus greets the other Venture Captains and in hushed voices confers with them. There is little doubt that the Sylph is the subject of their talk. It doesn’t seem that the Heidmarches are concerned, if anything it seems that that they’re proud.
“I gotta know.” The Dwarf suddenly says, “I’m gonna go ask him.” The others begin a protest but Uvar is already on his way towards the tall, thin, handsome Sylph. “Sople, right? I’m Uvar.”
“Um, hi.” Zophiel replies in a small voice, not bothering to correct him.
“So, you know the Heidmarches?”
“Um, yeah. They’re kind of my parents.”
“WHAT?!” Uvar, Darvon and Oontz cry together, surprising Zophiel who missed the other two creeping up.
“Yeah, it happened about ten years ago.” He starts slow and quiet. “I was being picked on by a group of kids who had me pinned on the ground and mum, I mean Venture Captain Heidmarch made them stop and helped me up. I had nowhere to go, no home or anything so she took me in. They cared for me, educated and trained me. But I was really surprised when she registered me with the Pathfinders as a Heidmarch.” As he spoke, his charming personality started to shine through his shyness.
“Well, I guess we’d better keep you alive.” Oontz said.
“I’m going to be a whole lot better at that than you” Zophiel replies with a wink.