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Lord Archibald Cornelius Vane - Details

STR

10 (0)

DEX

10 (0)

CON

10 (0)

INT

10 (0)

WIS

10 (0)

CHA

10 (0)

Acrobatics

0

Animal Handling

0

Arcana

0

Athletics

0

Deception

0

History

0

Insight

0

Intimidation

0

Investigation

0

Medicine

0

Nature

0

Perception

0

Performance

0

Persuasion

0

Religion

0

Sleight of Hand

0

Stealth

0

Survival

0

MAX HP

30

Speed

30 ft

Occupation

Proprietor of The Velvet Ledger and Information Broker

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Merchant

AC

10

Age

55

Species

Human

Gender

Male


Backstory

Lord Archibald Vane is the proprietor of The Velvet Ledger, a peculiar establishment nestled in the grime of the Vitric Ward where Spire Glass is processed. Once a minor aristocrat serving a house that collapsed during the chaos following the Dragonbone Vanguard's victory, Archibald fled the burning estates not with gold, but with a sack of rare coffee beans and a massive, blank ledger.

He views the current peace in Coia as a temporary illusion, a 'fading light' before the darkness inevitably returns. Establishing his shop amidst miners and refugees, he enforced a strict, surreal code of aristocratic etiquette within his walls. He trades in Spire Glass, rare commodities, and, most importantly, information. He records every favor and debt in his namesake Ledger. He is a man who believes in nothing but the transaction; he has seen empires fall and heroes die, leaving him with a profound sense of nihilism wrapped in the velvet trappings of a dead era. He serves the strongest coffee in Coia, accompanied by a side of crushing pessimism delivered with a polite smile.


Description

Archibald is a tall, gaunt man who carries himself with the stiff posture of a devastatingly bored monarch. He has a sharp, aquiline nose and thinning gray hair slicked back with severe precision. He is perpetually dressed in a velvet frock coat of a deep, bruised purple—threadbare at the cuffs but brushed immaculately clean of the Vitric Ward's omnipresent glass dust. His eyes are a pale, watery blue, devoid of warmth, often peering critically over half-moon spectacles. He wears pristine white gloves to avoid touching the 'common filth' of coin directly.
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