Karnadrin Terveral
Obligator
Contact: [email protected]
Type: Obligator
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Western Dominance
Occupation: Priest at the Canton of Orthodoxy
Relationship Status: None
Just as he is passing, you take an involuntary step back, and trip on a broom left half buried in the ash. You turn to flee, knowing that those yellow eyes and that voice, high but strong, will haunt your dreams, an escape far too close for anyone's liking...
Karnadrin also enjoys fine wine, religious opera, and long walks along the canals. Luxury is not a sin, simply the just reward of a righteous servant of his immortal master, the Lord Ruler. Likewise, such a faithful devotee need not fear the dark, nor the mists: such are gifts of the Father to those worthy of his blessings. Only fools and unbelievers would view it differently.
Strengths: Karnadrin is a gifted orator and speachwriter. He has a vast memory, and knows the intricacies of his doctrine like few others. He is also in remarkable shape for a man of his age; though not on the same level as many younger men, a combination of strict discipline and daily duelling cane routines has kept him ahead of any of the more spoiled scions to step foot in his parish
Weaknesses: Single-minded devotion always comes at a cost, and Karnadrin Terveral is no exception. While almost disturbingly aware of the sexual escapades of the upper crust, he is rather oblivious to any form of politics, Ministry or noble. He also is a difficult man to get to know, and even harder to get to know personally. His piercing, accusatory gaze certainly does not help matters.
Another weakness, shared by most nobility but particularly exemplified by Karnadrin is a complete and utter belief that skaa are animals, to the point where he is occasionally surprised to learn that they can talk (a fact he invariably forgets soon after).
"From the beginning, I was raised to believe I was nothing. This belief was instilled by my father, my mother, and each of my five brothers and three sisters."
"Did you hear the news?"
'No, what?'
"Lord Terveral's been done in!"
'No! Do they know who?'
"No house admits it, but the Lekal's cadet branches, most like. Still, the way he died..."
"My father was not a good man. He said his prayers, payed his taxes, and never said a word against the Lord Ruler. But from when I was young, I knew that he was truly the most vile of criminals: a skaa-lover. Frequently I witnessed him coming home late at night from my room in the Keep attic, drunken from his night at the whorehouses. For years, I knew him to be a sinner of the grossest order, but there was nothing I could do about it, or so I thought.
"Finally, one night not long after my twelfth year began, my father summoned me to his carriage. From there, the man drunkenly drove us into the center of the city, all the while speaking vile treason. Finally, I knew I could take it no longer and, with righteous fury as befitted the occasion, I broke his rich, though slender, duelling cane in two and drove the pieces into his chest, before leaping out and fleeing into the night, unsure of my location but knowing fully my direction..."
"Congratulations, Obligator Karnadrin. You've not only passed your final exam with flying colours, you've been accepted to a position within the Canton in the heart of Luthadel City. Might I ask what you plan to do in this position?"
"First, I shall give Devotions to my Lord Ruler for granting me this opportunity, for without His grace I could not have attained this.
"Next, I plan to root out every traitor and blasphemer His city has to offer"
"That is...a most directed goal."
"At last, Luthadel. How could this city represent such a duality? Beauty of the nobility, but the stink of the skaa. Home of the Lord Ruler, Sliver of Infinity and Savior of Our Race, but also home to some of the vilest of blasphemers.
"But, I have spent the past twenty five years in this city, preaching damnation to those who listen and unrooting the secrets of those who don't."
'And what do you plan to do next?'
"The bloodlines must be purified. It is our Lord's will, and we obey.
"Gather your men, captain."
"This," he spat, "is why the operation should have been run under my command, not some bumbling fool at the Canton of Imprecision!"
"M-m-my, sir..." the small man quavered
"Out with it!"
"L-lord Jantel is, is, is suing for damages made! The Canton of Finance can't..!"
"Melt the Canton of Fine Art as well!" Karnadrin paused to collect himself. He was going to need to spend some extra time with his cane today to work off this never-ending pile of frustration. I'll have to see if Captain Daulfax can fit in any time for a proper duel today.
Turning back to the snivelling obligatior before him he signed. "You're dismissed. Go, count your boxings or something. I have more important work to do"
So saying, Obligator Karnadrin of the Lord Ruler's Most Holy Canton of Orthodoxy turned on his heels and strode out the door.