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=====__**Kavval**__=====
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**Name:** Kavval
**Race:** Human
**Class:** Priest of Luorre
**Band:** Red
**Gender:** Male
**Height:** 5' 11" (1.80 m)
**Weight:** 165 lbs (75 kg)
**Age:** 27 years
**Eyes:** Green
**Hair:** Shoulder-length black, frequently bound or braided
**Complexion:** Sun-bronzed olive
**Distinguishable Marks:** Kavval has spent most of his life in the hostile desserts of the Black Sands and carries the blemishes and calluses of a laborer and scholar. Tattooed on his left shoulder are crossed sickles over the insignia //bronia nin innais critha nin tas//, ‘endure my ideals, reap my labor.’
**Effects:** Clad in neutral tones and cool cloth, the priest remains in stark contrast to the urban lifestyle of the Coeur. He carries a sand-scarred quarterstaff and a number of short knives, but generally refrains from any vain costume. He is soft spoken and easily overlooked, flourishing chiefly in times of moral plight and hard-pressed combat.
**Background:** Kavval is a member of the Ereb Guruth, a relatively small band of desert-dwelling holymen ceaselessly patrolling the unforgiving Black Sands. Migrating as far south as the Cathilcarn Mountains, the sect reveres the more aggressive tenets of Luorre. Famed as undead huntsmen and capable of traversing one of the harshest climates on earth, the Ereb Guruth maintains its mystique with sparse outside contact and plain, uniform appearances. Few master any specialties outside of divine craft; those refused the gift of divine blessing act as full-time laborers, shepherds, and hunters for the rest of the conclave. Unwanted children and orphans are adopted from the outside world and raised on the virtues of mortal simplicity, promises of eternal salvation for a well-lived life, and enduring work ethic.
Born to an Ardasi couple little more than children themselves, Kavval was left to the priests’ care only several weeks into life. Despite early promise in the divine arts, Kavval was encouraged to learn humility and the reward of hard work alongside the unblessed laborers of his clan. He spent his days practicing the divine arts and studying the word of his faith, while at night he would repair shelters and partake in hunting trips. As an aspect of his life-long devotion, the priest volunteered to undertake the path of the roniel, //they who have strayed//, to chase an unspecified personal truth. He is to remain a journeyer, seeking knowledge and the glory of his faith, until he is prepared to return to his enclave as an accomplished patriarch and one of few tribal leaders. This path to divinity is a notoriously dangerous one: few apprentices return from the enticing draw of civilization, and many succumb to faithlessness or death at the hands of a grim outside world.
**Services:** Kavval offers the following services, available to the adventuring public with some limitations. Followers of corrupt deities are unlikely to benefit from many of these services, and suspect motives or characters are subject to refusal.
Confession: 25ss per question
Corpse sanctifying (i.e., rising as undead prevention): Free
Cosmetic restoration (i.e., scar, blemish, birthmark removal): 100ss
Embalming removal: Free
Lasting injury removal: 75ss
Omen: 25ss plus supplies
Remedying corruption damage: 25ss
Teaching of unique justice- and purity-based Divine spells: 25ss per level
[[KavvalSpells Spellbook]]
“What lies at the end of a life served to necromancy? Eons of cold servitude, your flesh but a memory, your every tortured thought focused on one thing only: to feed on the living. No sane man can crave this fate and the truly crazed will never be saved. We must destroy the trespassers of life and death if only to save their own souls from such an unfathomable fate.”
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=====__**Kavval**__=====
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**Name:** Kavval
**Race:** Human
**Class:** Priest of Luorre
**Band:** Red
**Gender:** Male
**Height:** 5' 11" (1.80 m)
**Weight:** 165 lbs (75 kg)
**Age:** 27 years
**Eyes:** Green
**Hair:** Shoulder-length black, frequently bound or braided
**Complexion:** Sun-bronzed olive
**Distinguishable Marks:** Kavval has spent most of his life in the hostile desserts of the Black Sands and carries the blemishes and calluses of a laborer and scholar. Tattooed on his left shoulder are crossed sickles over the insignia //bronia nin innais critha nin tas//, ‘endure my ideals, reap my labor.’
**Effects:** Clad in neutral tones and cool cloth, the priest remains in stark contrast to the urban lifestyle of the Coeur. He carries a sand-scarred quarterstaff and a number of short knives, but generally refrains from any vain costume. He is soft spoken and easily overlooked, flourishing chiefly in times of moral plight and hard-pressed combat.
**Background:** Kavval is a member of the Ereb Guruth, a relatively small band of desert-dwelling holymen ceaselessly patrolling the unforgiving Black Sands. Migrating as far south as the Cathilcarn Mountains, the sect reveres the more aggressive tenets of Luorre. Famed as undead huntsmen and capable of traversing one of the harshest climates on earth, the Ereb Guruth maintains its mystique with sparse outside contact and plain, uniform appearances. Few master any specialties outside of divine craft; those refused the gift of divine blessing act as full-time laborers, shepherds, and hunters for the rest of the conclave. Unwanted children and orphans are adopted from the outside world and raised on the virtues of mortal simplicity, promises of eternal salvation for a well-lived life, and enduring work ethic.
Born to an Ardasi couple little more than children themselves, Kavval was left to the priests’ care only several weeks into life. Despite early promise in the divine arts, Kavval was encouraged to learn humility and the reward of hard work alongside the unblessed laborers of his clan. He spent his days practicing the divine arts and studying the word of his faith, while at night he would repair shelters and partake in hunting trips. As an aspect of his life-long devotion, the priest volunteered to undertake the path of the roniel, //they who have strayed//, to chase an unspecified personal truth. He is to remain a journeyer, seeking knowledge and the glory of his faith, until he is prepared to return to his enclave as an accomplished patriarch and one of few tribal leaders. This path to divinity is a notoriously dangerous one: few apprentices return from the enticing draw of civilization, and many succumb to faithlessness or death at the hands of a grim outside world.
**Services:** Kavval offers the following services, available to the adventuring public with some limitations. Followers of corrupt deities are unlikely to benefit from many of these services, and suspect motives or characters are subject to refusal.
Confession: 25ss per question
Corpse sanctifying (i.e., rising as undead prevention): Free
Cosmetic restoration (i.e., scar, blemish, birthmark removal): 100ss
Embalming removal: Free
Lasting injury removal: 75ss
Omen: 25ss plus supplies
Remedying corruption damage: 25ss
Teaching of unique justice- and purity-based Divine spells: 25ss per level
[[KavvalSpells Spellbook]]
“What lies at the end of a life served to necromancy? Eons of cold servitude, your flesh but a memory, your every tortured thought focused on one thing only: to feed on the living. No sane man can crave this fate and the truly crazed will never be saved. We must destroy the trespassers of life and death if only to save their own souls from such an unfathomable fate.”
