MortalsOfTheEast
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Character Seeds from the East
Sun Over Hills -- CrownedSun
The Greatest Shaman of the Linowan people, Sun Over Hills is renowned as far away as the Realm as a sorcerer and wise-man (Though in the Realm, it's renown in the same way that the Prefect of Paragon is renowned). One of the greatest workers of the mortal arts of magic ever to exist, this old dried up man with shock white hair and sun long since dark from the caress of the sun walks with the Gods of the Forest and sups with his Ancestors for wisdom and lore. He can drive off the Fair Folk, set Hungry Ghosts to rest or enslave them to his will, and even work some of the magics of the Exalted. Nor is he an unlearned man; he has learned the entire text of the Immaculate Order, better than some monks, and can quote the dogma of dozens of Eastern Religions. Ancient and forbidden lore also rests within his head, and his face can grow wary indeed as the weight of Creations woes come to rest on his shoulders.
Sun Over Hills is most knowledable in the ancient religion of the Linowan, however, and though much has been lost he knows more ancient secrets of the Unconquered Sun than anyone else. In days past he travelled all over the Linowan lands and beyond seeking lore of the Sun, and in his gray years Linowan Shamans come from all over their lands to learn the rites of worship from Sun Over Hills. While he does not fully understand the nature of the Anathema, some of the whispers he have heard of the 'Zenith Caste' have caught his attention, and much of his time lately has been spent going over lore of the Demon Princes. He is on the cusp of discovering the truth, and already sends out word throughout the various war bands and trading groups -- he seeks one emblazoned with the mark of the Blasphemous upon their brow. The Linowan worry for their shamans, and what devils deal he might be calling upon himself, but they also trust in his power and his wisdom and so they search.
Monteroth Rilliarion -- CrownedSun
Many Guild Caravans travel throughout Creation, and the dangers they face are many and varied. None are more prepared for those dangers than the great Caravan Master, Monteroth Rilliarion. He has traveled through Barbarian Hordes, Fae Glens, and even the Lines of the Realms Legions, and always leads his men to safety and the caravan to profitability. No one man has made the Guild Factor more money, and most believe that it is only a matter of time before he becomes a Factor himself -- though for the time being, he is far too valuable on the caravan trail.
Yet, Master Rillionarion is more than just a Herder of Yeddim or a Merchant Lord. It is said that his family sent him to be educated on the Blessed Isle and that he learned the arts of the Immaculate Order at the Cloister of Wisdom as one of the schools unExalted students. A man of action and valor, he has headed by himself into barbarian infested wilds to chase after captured guadsmen under his command. A man of ineffable etiquette, he alone in the Guilds coffers can deal with the Fae without loosing half of his caravan in the process. Born in the city of Chiaroscuro, he only visits the City of Glass when on the Caravan Route, and has not been there in five years -- the Route to the South is one of the easiest at the moment and the Guild needs him in other avenues. Last year he led a Caravan all the way up to Icehome, through lands held by the Icewalkers. Two years before before that he led a massive train of wagons across the routes on the edges of the Great Forest, tending to the needs of the small villages that gather exotics for the Guild and manuevering past Fae and Beastmen both.
Recently returned to Nexus from the North, Master Rillionarion has been discussing his next route with Hierarch Arys Shen -- Shen wants him to lead an expedition to Rathess, while he hopes to head a Caravan back to the South so he can visit his home from which he's been away for five years now.
Rhobdamanthyne Delos - Moxiane
Variously described as an apothecary, a parfumier or a poison-seller he is both extremely tall and very thin, with the slight greenish tint to his skin that is not uncommon to those who herald from the Eastern reaches of Creation. Completely bald, and with nut-brown eyes, he presents an initially comical front that is soon belied by his extreme competence within his chosen field. An expert on the uses, both benign and harmful, of the plants and flowers of the East, he can brew up a fast-acting poison for use on a weapon, or a slow-burning venom to poison some merchant’s wine three days before his death, with equal facility, as well as antidotes to both.
A resident of Nexus for the last decade (having left his home for reasons unknown), Rhobdamanthyne Delos has built up an impressive array of contacts at all levels of society, particularly amongst the upper crust - his peculiar choice of skills making him extremely useful to them. He has been known to pay way above market price for rare, unusual and/or Wyld-twisted plants from the far East, and has been suspected to slip some particularly unpleasant and slow-acting poisons into the food or drink of those who pry too closely into his past.
