Roleplay Notes Continued

Pity (Investigator) Pity is something of a paranoid man. It's not that he's actually truly in trouble with High Command, he is just truly convinced that he is. No matter how hard they try, nobody has convinced him otherwise. He's started projecting his problems on the Praetorians in the Catacombic Courtyard to try to alleviate his frustrations, and it works about as well as a hole in a bucket. He is 100% convinced that him yelling and nitpicking every mistake, every missed salute, every uniform infraction will get the attention off of him long enough to earn his spot as High Command's favorite Investigator again. He also can't be convinced he wasn't their favorite. Why, he's the one who busted the embezzling of one of the rebellion's most connected operatives and brought him to court marshal. He's the one who found the opening in the Surapo Council for High Command to insert a Spy. Don't be the one to tell him that the slights against him by his superiors- such as no bonus this month, making him wait in line for a response to a standard request that usually takes about this long, or not letting him run off to a different assignment until he finished this one- aren't very serious and don't expose their bias against him. Equal treatment? It's because I'm a Tiefling. He is also a very loud voice in the Children of Devils movement for equal treatment of Tieflings. That one has earned him some legitimate side-eyes. But that's the one he doesn't think is real.

Hrephneir (Militiaman) Hrephneir, or "Rotdrunk" as his peers call him, has more than a few honors and awards for his defense of the Hallow. They've recently asked him about a promotion but he turned them down. Rotdrunk claims the Hallow is his new home, Baronsrest has too many memories of his father. He spends every morning praying to Tharkun, saying prayers over his father's grave, and forging a new device he claims could rival a Lakkite Automaton. Nobody is quite sure what it is yet, and neither is he, but he's dedicated. Because of his dedication, he's started to be called Saint Rotdrunk, and the wandering Devas who visit the Hallow simply call him Saint. He's remarkably honest about his deeper feelings about his father's passing, beyond what is normal for even the frank Dwarves. But still he does his guard post. He will allow anyone with a religious marker into the Hallow, except mages, anyone with an arcane focus, or anyone with "these here odds and ends you Sura-freaks use for spellcasting". He is the bane of visiting chefs everywhere.

Circe and Sol (Enforcers) Circe is a big oaf who enjoys clapping his shoulder against enemy's chins. Sol is a slightly smaller big oaf who enjoys making enemies run their chins into Circe's shoulder. They're very close brothers. But their Sentinel commanding officer said only one of them can be promoted any time soon, so they both want it. Circe throws himself at the problem, both physically and in a battle of wits, because the word subtlety doesn't mean anything to him. Sol, however, prefers to let people run their course and trap them along the way. He'll let someone talk themselves into a confession where Circe would rather put a thumbscrew to your head. Circe got a fortnight in the brig when he showed up to muster one day with his armed modified and Sol swore to every officer he saw from their personal officer all the way up to High Command that he would quit if Circe got court marshaled. While he was and still is reprimanded regularly for being out of compliance, he is never brought in on it. Whichever brother dies first will live long enough to tell their brother that they deserve the promotion and should take it to honor the member of their fallen brother.

Ignoble (Sentinel) Ignoble serves as warden for a hidden prison that otherwise sits in plain view in Baronsrest. While its location is an open secret, people treat it as a rumor. Because who would ever be so stupid as to put a prison there? Which is part of what Ignoble banks on to insure nobody bothers them. Most of his prisoners are traitors of the rebellion, so nobody up the chain of command particularly cares if what Ignoble does to them would be considered heinous. They don't ask questions and Ignoble won't answer. The only one they care about is the agent of the Magos Primarch who sits in a specialized anti-mage cell three stories underground at the end of a long, long hallway. Ignoble regularly opens the door for him. Lets the man run. And smacks him down right before he reaches the stairs. Regularly uses his Fear and racial ability to torture him in such a way that High Command would never know he deserves to be punished. Ignoble is nothing but a man who abuses his position but he is smart enough to know to only abuse it in ways that nobody cares about. The prisoner hasn't talked yet though, so he might have to go back to that tavern for clues. b