Evendur Greycastle
Sir Evendur Greycastle (a.k.a. Watchman, Man in the Wind, Ethra'al, The Guide)
Evendur has long been awaiting each and every moment where the world needed a force of good to combat the evil that grows in the world. Just like everything, there must be balance, and where there is immense good there is immense evil. Evendur's own brother attained cursed immortality in greed, and became the necromancer king in hate and spite, constantly sending ghosts, specters, and other spirits to assail his elder brother.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Lean, Muscular, Excellent Posture
Body Features
he is covered in supernatural scars and oddly colored tanlines from various planes. He also has strange tattoos he refuses to identify, and a brand mark along the lower left side of his back.
Facial Features
rugged, pointed but strong jawline, goatee, rough cut hair
Identifying Characteristics
Strange tattoo left side of back, brand behind right shoulder
Physical quirks
Covered in oddly-colored splotches, supernatural tan lines from other planes.
Special abilities
Influence the Ethereal from the Material, and vice versa
Apparel & Accessories
Long outdated clothing style, bright colors, and rough material, built for traveling but designed for show
Specialized Equipment
Linguistics, some alchemy, and mathematics
Mental characteristics
Education
Universities and colleges lost to time
Employment
Protecting the world from the unbalance of chaos
Accomplishments & Achievements
So many and wondrous they cannot be counted, nor have they ever been witnessed
Failures & Embarrassments
So deep and terrible none can describe, though they all know the name: Dergran
Social
Contacts & Relations
None left alive except Dergran
Family Ties
Dergran
Religious Views
Beyond the thought of ordinary people
Social Aptitude
Weak due to isolation
Mannerisms
Often quiet and pensive, occasionally watching surroundings with an intense gaze
Speech
Clearly with enunciation, but with a rough accent as though through lack of use.
Relationships
Wealth & Financial state
Unnecessary
Evendur is a strikingly handsome man in his mid-late thirties, who has spent over a decade willingly trapped in the Ethreal Plane in order to wait for the time when a party of heroes would need his guidance to defeat his younger brother, Dergraan.
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Alignment
Lawful Good
Honorary & Occupational Titles
None today's language can pronounce
Age
Beyond Age
Date of Birth
Unkown
Birthplace
unkown
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Current Residence
Ethereal Plane
Gender
Male
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Tanned
Height
5'11"
Weight
183lbs
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I Have a Plan
Febuary 26th, 979 CoH
I remembered enough of my plan to write it down...
But how would I accomplish such a plan? Impossible! I'm stuck here as surely as if I was nailed to a sturdy oak...
Regardless, perhaps it will be seen by someone in the end. I shall transcribe what I can remember, though I will revise it in future days.
First of all, I need a group of heroes. These must be of the lowest level adventurers, started through false doctrine or desperation, they must be willing to do many things a higher level would not. They must build renown, and strike fear into the hearts of evil.
I would ideally guide them through stages, much like a puppeteer acts out a play. But how can I do this? The question racks my body like the grippe, more crippling than broken limbs. I must ponder on it.
As these heroes gain more power and fame, they must be encouraged to begin targetting those who meddle in the powers of death and undeath, primarily the necromancer's guild. Few are willing to impose them, but they must.
They must destroy their ranks, following a single thread to the top, where they'll meet my brother. Dergran. Even writing the name and gazing upon it fills me with disgust.
With my help, they will slay him. I know of a few ways this can happen, but they are sure and true, all I need is to be there. I wish I did not have to, for he is my only kin left in the world, and I love him as only a brother can. But I hate him with a fury for the chaos he has put in the world.
That is it. The barest bones of my plan. I have yet to figure out how to enact it, let alone escape here. This place will drive me mad.
A New Day
Febuary 19th, 979 O, CoH
Every passing day I become more and more aware of myself and the world. I remember things I've done without memory now, including the mentorship of a woman named Yuldra. I don't know how, perhaps this crystal in my pocket, but I gave guidance to her in a time of need. She is a warlock, bound to Freyja. A good thing it was her and not one of her subservients, for valkyries are sometimes cruel.
I also am beginning to remember a plan I laid centuries ago to defeat my brother. Perhaps I'll write it down to collect my thoughts.
Ethereal
January 23rd, 979 O, Coh
I finally realized where I am. The Ethereal Plane. The exact opposite of the material, but twisted in its contrast. I know I'm no use to the material, except through my energy. I'm trying to find more sustainable food.
I Found Myself
January 19th, 979 O, CoH
I found myself today. I had been lost, my mind shrouded by the lack of life in this plane, yet the survivability in it still amazes me. I'm finally here, and I know who I am. I am Evendur Greycastle, son of Brettin Greycastle and Forla Greycastle, brother of Dergran Greycastle. I am the Guardian, I am the Watcher. I am Defender of the Balance and Counsel of Kings. I am me, myself. I do not know when I was born. I do not know when I'll die. But I know, I am.
I Remembered
April 3rd, 978 CoH
I remembered
I found the book in my pack this morning. I think it was morning.
I remember why I was here too. My brother... I can't remember his name.
He went bad. He played with forces beyond him... That's all I can remember right now. Maybe tomorrow
A Long Wait
March 30th, 978 CoH
What seems like minutes ago I found this book. It's yellowed paged bely an age I can't date, for today's methods are foreign to me. I have decided to begin a journal during my wait, perhaps a sign the gods took pity on my plight and grant me a way to speak, even to myself. It has been a long time since I have written or read, though I carry scrolls with me. I've almost forgotten why I'm here.
What if that's why I have this book? Where did this book come from, and why was I guided to it?
So many questions and a single answer will just raise more.
My eyes grow heavy now. Perhaps I'll forget about this, or perhaps I'll start again when I wake up, the only idea of the morning I can have.
-Evendur Greycastle
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