Curse of the Crimson Throne
Sarvago, level 1 Human (Deva stats), Avenger Avenger’s Censure: Censure of Retribution Background: Born Under a Bad Sign (Born Under a Bad Sign Benefit)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 10, Con 9, Dex 10, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 10.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 10, Con 9, Dex 10, Int 14, Wis 18, Cha 10.
AC: 16 Fort: 11 Reflex: 14 Will: 16 HP: 34 Surges: 6 Surge Value: 8
TRAINED SKILLS Religion +10, Streetwise +5, Perception +10, Heal +10
UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics, Arcana +3, Bluff, Diplomacy, Dungeoneering +5, Endurance -1, History +5, Insight +5, Intimidate, Nature +5, Stealth, Thievery, Athletics
FEATS Level 1: Weapon Proficiency (Execution axe)
POWERS Avenger at-will 1: Overwhelming Strike Avenger at-will 1: Bond of Retribution Avenger encounter 1: Avenging Echo Avenger daily 1: Aspect of Might
ITEMS Adventurer’s Kit, Cloth Armor (Basic Clothing), Execution axe
Sarvago has known little happiness in his life. As a child, his deadbeat father would regularly stop by and intrude upon Sarvago’s mother’s household. When she refused his depraved requests he would beat her and deride her mercilessly in front of his son and daughter. One night, sodden by drink, he raped Sarvago’s older sister and choked her to death. Mercifully, this was the last Sarvago saw of his father, but his destructive influence didn’t stop. His father, whose identity and name Sarvago’s mother Fana refused to utter aloud, had occasionally left money for Fana. Without this his mother became increasingly desperate, turning to prostitution.
At five years of age Sarvago’s destitute mother was forced to abandon him on the steps of the Temple of Sarenrae. He has vivid memories of his mother leaving him behind and tearfully fleeing down the street and has never truly come to terms with it. Perhaps it was the subsequent discovery of his mother’s corpse, frozen to death in the alley behind the very same church, which professed healing and compassion, that turned Sarvago away from the face of the godess. Perhaps it was the corrupt city that spawned the conditions and human vermin that prey upon innocents like his family. Whatever the cause, with the wisdom of years Sarvago has turned his venom and ire on the city’s corrupt citizens and the forces of evil that perpetuate it
Despite the church upbringing that resulted from being dumped at the Temple of Sarenrae, he has little faith in its congregation of men or man’s adherence to the church precepts of compassion, peace, honesty and redeption. His handlers marvel that Sarenrae still sees fit to bestow upon him his marvelous powers. Sarvago himself believes he alone is the source of his skill. With no family and few friends, so little to comfort him now, Sarvago has become a bitter man whose contempt is spreading beyond its justified targets. His disdain falls equally upon the weak, stupid, and indolent as well as the truly wicked. Still, those that know him well say he is looking for some cosmic sign that life in Varisia has value.
The church’s assessment of the young Sarvago was that he was a crude, unrefined, muleheaded street urchin and as such was not fit for seminary or a life of service within the temple itself. It was decided that he should become a servant for the soldiers of the temple, the men that guard and protect the faithful. He spent his first months picking up around the training yard of the soldiers of the faith. As the months passed, one of the captains in charge of training couldn’t help but notice how Sarvago was able to easily and without instruction anticipate the needs of the men. He was ready with pikes before they were requested, he levied the exact amount of polish needed for a shipment of new shields. He was not yet six years old.
The captain, Evrain by name, began to treat the boy as his personal valet and the church didn’t notice, let alone object. Within a few years Sarvago was pointing out mistakes in the battleforms and maneuvers of the men in the yard in between rolling barrels of mail and running Evrain’s letters around the church. Soon, Evrain brought Sarvago before the church beurocrats and asked that they test him, professing the boy’s keen mind. Full of condescention, they gave the boy a test meant for educated students three years older than Sarvago. They were shocked when they saw that he adequately completed it. He had taught himself to read…in three languages. His knowledge of relgion and history was beyond expectations for a manservant. He could repeat all of the careful martial forms taught to all soldiers of Sarenrae so their enemies might be defeated with little suffering.
This last encouraged the church hierarchy. Sarvago was sent to a secret facility in Old Korvosa to train as an avenger, one of the church’s elite killers. Avengers were not soldiers of brawn and speed, but tactical and cerebral paragons trained to eliminate the most dangerous and irredeemable threats to the church and to man. Sarvago excelled in his training, despite the fact that he was separated by Evrain, who was the closest thing he had to a father. He knew better, but it still felt like abandonment, regardless of Evrain’s intentions. He channelled this confusion and self-pity into his work.
An avenger’s job was to target specific threats on the battlefield and destroy them utterly rather than to engage the enemy as a whole. They learned techniques for pursuit and for fighting alongside a contingent of warrios, but Sarvago’s special talents lay with the ability to isolate one opponent from his brethren as a wolf cuts out a calf from a herd of buffalo. Sarvago used his knowledge of combat and of the human body and mind to turn interfering attacks to his advantage in a fight. The church had created a powerful, though untested, weapon.
The one area of his training that the church found lacking was his piety, penitence, and devotion to the tenets of Sarenrae. While idealistic and pure of heart, Sarvago had never truly accepted the goodness of a godess that allowed his family to be destroyed in such a cruel way and who felt the need to maintain an army of assassins. His assumptions were that he would eventually be unleashed upon some enemy of the men running the church rather than the truly maleficent. He had no doubt that corruption festered in the flesh of the church body. Still, the mystical and divine powers he had been supposedly granted by a benevolent godess remained effective, which was all Sarvago cared about: it was all he was now.
The church grew wary, if not fearful, of Sarvago. His ambition toward perfection and pursuit of power and lethal excellence was arresting to experience. It was all he focused on. He never spoke of the good purposes he would put this power to or the need for such champions for good. The church decided not to send him against their enemies. So Sarvago watched his classmates go out into the world year after year to do the bidding of the temple; men who were not his equal. He remained behind to train them. It was just one more bitter pill to swallow; now he felt he was creating weapons to be wielded by greedy and ambitious men.
Sarvago remained lost and purposeless for years even as he became a respected master at the training academy. He was tormented with his lack of destiny, his lack of satisfaction or happiness. He contemplated suicide academically; he considered going rogue and waging a personal campaign of death against the wickedness of Korvosa to keep thoughts of hypocrisy at bay. His only respite was his weekly visit to the Sticky Mermaid tavern.
The training facitilies for the avengers of Saerenrae, located in the same district, are dark and isolated. The men who work and train there were allowed leave one night each week. While his peers caroused at the Mermaid, drinking fishjack, he would scan the crowd, almost hoping for someone to start trouble. It soon became his only real action; breaking up barfights that often turned very ugly. He soon became friendly with the bouncers hired by the Mermaid staff, particularly a man named Mordecai Eamon.
Mordecai is Sarvago’s saving grace. Sarvago, ever the tactician, became fascinated with the man’s unique and mystical fighting style. They engaged in long discussions about technique and debated tactics constantly. It is Mordecai who keeps Sarvago human. Sarvago has developed a sense of elitism and arrogance born from the purity of his conduct and ideals. A man without skeleton’s in his closet, without shame and guilt, Sarvago is disgusted by the weaknesses and sins of man. Mordecai reminds Sarvago that he is still just a man. He helps him find humor in things and reminds him of the simple pleasures of life.
After years of this predictable life, Sarvago has begun to soften. He even began to accept the cruel realities of life as Mordecai encouraged him not to ruminate on the injustices and irreparable existence of sin and depravity in men. In his forties now, Sarvago has settled in to a life of relative inaction and is coming to terms with his past and the nature of his directionless life in Korvosa. Then he rediscovered his father.
Sarvago, well aware of the repuation of the miscreant Gaedren Lamm, recently met the man when he wandered into the Sticky Mermaid. Memories flooded back to Sarvago instantly as he recognized the face as that of his father. It was the paralyzing force of those horrible memories alone that stopped him from ending Lamm’s life at that moment. He forced himself to leave and by the time he arrived at the avengers’ barracks, any rose color that had crept into the lenses of his glasses had faded. The world was indeed as unjust as he had ever thought. Death is too good for Lamm. Sarvago is consumed with revenge and now plots how best to ruin Lamm and all of those who deal with him. Direction, purpose, destiny at last.