Klevik Quash

To most, Klevik Quash was a name barely worth remembering—a Hoblin quartermaster, another cog in the grinding war machine of the Tetsuoka Territories. But to those who understood the depths of bureaucracy, ambition, and survival, his rise was anything but accidental.

Born within the Thalveil Hierarchate, Klevik was shaped by ink and iron—raised in the endless warrens of paperwork and precision, where obedience was measured in documents stamped and orders fulfilled. He learned that the world was not ruled by those who fought wars, but by those who controlled the flow of swords, armor, and food to the battlefield. But outside the Hierarchate, a Hoblin was a tool, not a master—and in the fractured warbands of Tetsuoka, Hoblins were barely considered people at all.

Klevik understood the unspoken truth of his kind: true power lay not in open defiance, but in the slow, quiet strangulation of inefficiency. His fellow Hoblins engaged in acts of defiant precision, crafting weapons just slightly out of balance, forging armor with imperfections hidden beneath layers of lacquer, ensuring that the gears of war ground just a bit slower than they should. It was not rebellion—it was control in the only form they could wield it.

But Klevik was different. He saw opportunity where others saw inevitability. He saw what the warlords did not—that the armies of the Namahage did not march on discipline alone, but on the unseen labor of those beneath them. And he saw in Oktar Kibaō something no other warlord possessed: vision.

The Silent Hand of Oktar Kibaō

Klevik did not offer his service—he maneuvered himself into necessity. He ensured that when Oktar needed the right weapons, the best supplies, the smoothest logistics, the other quartermasters failed him. Not obviously, not enough to arouse suspicion—but just enough that one Hoblin stood out as indispensable. By the time Oktar realized how valuable Klevik was, the warlord was already relying on him more than any of his captains.

When Oktar elevated him to Major Domo, Klevik did not react with shock—only with the careful calculation of what came next. In this role, he was more than a mere administrator—he was the architect of power. Supplies moved where they needed to, warbands were provisioned at the right time, and those who opposed Oktar found their steel dull and their food rotten before battle.

And the Hoblins took notice.

For the first time in generations, a Hoblin held real authority among the warhosts of Tetsuoka. No longer slaves, no longer nameless functionaries, but something more. Under Klevik’s influence, Hoblins became the invisible hand behind Oktar’s rise, rewarding loyalty and starving disobedience. Through ink, ration ledgers, and whispered accounting, he undermined entire warhosts without ever raising a blade.

The Ledger and the Blade

Klevik is not a warrior, but his power is no less deadly. His weapons are paper, numbers, and scarcity—the quiet war of logistics, where victory is decided before the first spear is thrown. He has mastered the art of unavoidable reliance, ensuring that even those who hate him must depend on him.

Yet, Klevik has not forgotten the Hierarchate. The Grand Archivium and the Filing Authority may pretend that he is an aberration, a rogue element unworthy of their notice—but Klevik knows better. He is proof that the order of the Hierarchate extends beyond the mountains, that bureaucracy and control can thrive even in a land of warlords and savages.

The Namahage warlords see themselves as conquerors, as the makers of history. Klevik Quash sees them as ink on a page—a page he intends to write himself.

Title(s)

Major Domo

Current Location

The Vircunean Continent

Species

Hoblin

Aligned Organization

The Tetsuoka Territories

Other Affiliations

• Thalveil Hierarchate