Cyril Plaguefoot

Sage of Darkness (a.k.a. The Shrouded Sage)

Last, and in most eyes least, of the Six Sages is Cyrill, the Shrouded Sage. Old, hunched, pox ridden, and foul smelling, the wizen rat is in possession of a face even a mother would struggle to stomach. He hides out in the darkest, nastiest skravin warrens, muttering to himself and any who find themselves foolish or desperate enough to listen.
Every religion and philosophy has members who will find ways to twist their core tenants to serve more nefarious purposes. Cyril’s lack of belief in the dragon gods leads him to conclude that all laws, natural and made by the races of the Imperium are baseless and therefore can be disregarded as one wishes. Instead the Plaguefoot preaches some sort of horrible amoral worldview where everything is permitted so long as one is strong or sneaky enough to make it happen. While the wisest philosophers may rightly debate the merits of killing one’s enemy in battle, Cyril sees nothing wrong with killing the enemy in their sleep two weeks prior to the fight either. His brand of atheistic nihilism would indeed see us all scurrying around and climbing over one another just to grab whatever power or wealth we might have the strength to seize. Yet beyond his messaging being vile and disgusting, most struggle to point out the exact flaws in his arguments, provided the premise that there are no such things as gods, is in fact correct. Still for the general wellbeing of us all it is good that the repulsive rat is not more popular outside of his own, little circles.

Current Location

Miridia

Species

Skravin

Sex

Male

Aligned Organization

The Cults of the Six Sages