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Appraise	+10
Bluff	+6
Diplomacy	+8
Intimidate	+8
Knowledge (geography)	+10
Knowledge (local)	+10
Knowledge (nobility)	+10
Knowledge (religion)	+10
Perception	+2
Sense Motive	+9

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Horgus Gwerm was not born a nobleman—or as a Gwerm, for that matter. He was born Darian Wytt to a comfortable but common family in service to a noble estate: the Gwerms of Egede in eastern Mendev. Horgus’s father was the head huntsman and his mother managed the gardens. His family was respected and well treated and paid a handsome wage, but Horgus never considered himself a “servant.”
The Gwerms were an openhanded, generous family who never kept what they could comfortably give away. Darian often played with the real Horgus Gwerm, the scion of the house and a boy his own age. The Gwerms disdained holding themselves above others and never displayed their money ostentatiously. Their house was large, but modestly furnished, and they didn’t maintain their own estate guard beyond a few loyal soldiers.
It was a happy childhood, but everything changed when a band of five babau demons somehow made their way deep into Mendev to attack several of the outlying noble villas in the Egede hinterlands. Word reached the Gwerm estate; in a panic, the family sent the children away with two soldiers as the rest of the inhabitants began packing up the house’s valuables in preparation for temporary relocation to within the city walls. Ten-year-old Darian and Horgus left with the soldiers, frightened but trying to be brave.
But the demons struck more quickly than anyone expected, teleporting into the estate and murdering with abandon. Darian saw the soldiers escorting him torn to shreds by one of the babaus, and he survived only because he ran in a different direction than the real Horgus—the babaus murdered Horgus, then were distracted by closer prey, allowing Darian to escape.
Darian ran as fast and as far as he could, collapsing eventually from exhaustion in a shallow gorge. When he awoke, the frightened child made his way back to the estate, the only home he knew. He found it in smoking ruins, everyone within dead. A few days later, after the babaus had been defeated, crusaders riding from Egede noticed the smoke and rode to the estate. They found Darian in the kitchen and asked his name.
In a moment that changed his life, Darian said, “Horgus Gwerm.” He didn’t mean to lie, exactly. Rather, in his child’s mind he had a vague idea that he might be punished for what had happened—for being alive when Horgus was not. The riders took him with them on their return trip to the front lines in Kenabres, where relatives of the Gwerms lived. None of the Gwerms had met young Horgus in years and were willing to believe this was the young inheritor of their bloodline. The family took in the orphaned Darian, now Horgus, and raised him as their own.

Now well into middle age, Horgus has almost forgotten his true origins and convinced himself that money is the only way to ensure one’s safety. If the Egede Gwerms had invested their wealth in high walls and elite guards, they (and by extension, his parents) would be alive today. Horgus adheres strictly to the law, perhaps as compensation for a life built on a lie, and is fanatical about money and power. He haggles over every copper and never pays more than he has to—but when he does purchase something, he goes for quality, never skimping on the important things in life.
The Gwerm family’s money came from a variety of pursuits, including agriculture and mining. Horgus is one of the largest investors in the Truestone Quarry and owns a percentage of all the profits the quarry generates. Horgus has long nurtured a vicious hatred of demons and wants very much to see the crusades succeed. His faith in Abadar is deeply personal and private, but has only increased over the years, as again and again the defenses of the city of Kenabres seem to hold out against the demons through but the grace of his god. He makes considerable donations to various crusading groups—not merely the temple of Abadar—but prefers to keep these donations quiet because of his belief that charity only invites beggars.
Horgus has grown into an arrogant, acerbic nobleman with inflated sense of his own importance. He’s genuinely shocked and offended if others don’t recognize his status. His one redeeming quality may be his ruthless honesty.
Though his speech is infrequently buffered by tact, Horgus is known for speaking the truth. He keeps his promises and never reneges on a deal. Businessmen in Kenabres go to Horgus only when they have a desperate need as well as a rock-solid business plan that can stand up to the closest scrutiny. Horgus doesn’t mind lending money for a good cause, but he is keenly intelligent and requires a great deal of factual evidence before he closes a deal.
Being trapped in the tunnels beneath Kenabres does not sit well with Horgus Gwerm. Unarmed, forced to travel with strangers through the darkness, he can only imagine the demonic violence on the surface. He hides his fear and helplessness under an extra layer of arrogant bluster.
Horgus is an intelligent man with many years of learning behind him, and he fully expects others to recognize his smarts and experience and follow his every command. It is often difficult for others to get along with Horgus for more than minutes at a time, but he is not an evil human being and deserves as much assistance as any other creature.
Though middle-aged, Horgus does what he can to keep fit by practicing with his rapier, but over the past few years, his sparring sessions have grown few and far between. He is a relatively homely man but is never at a loss for female companionship. Beneath his acerbity he possesses an intelligent mind and keen observational powers which some find fascinating.

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Anevia Tirabade
From her rough origins as a child on the streets, Anevia grew up full of wanderlust and desires to see the world. Her travels took her to strange lands where she saw many wonderful things, but never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she would wind up a paladin’s wife.
Born a man and originally named Anvenn, Anevia grew up on the streets of Nisroch, and witnessed a hundred horrors by age 12. Anvenn’s mother worked for a gang of outlaw artists and thieves, an occupation dangerous in any city but especially risky in the back streets of Nisroch. She raised her son with an appreciation of freedom to speak and love of art, while her gang taught young Anvenn how to pick locks and pockets. Although he proved an adept pupil of thievery, Anvenn always felt awkward in his skin and avoided making friends as a result. In art and literature, Anvenn increasingly found himself identifying with strong female figures rather than their male counterparts—and for most of his life Anvenn would carry the conviction that he had been born into the wrong body.
When Anvenn was 12, the Silent Shroud (Nisroch’s ruthless lawkeepers) attacked the guild. As the attack commenced, his mother gave him an address to memorize, and told him, “Go there and tell the lady who answers the door that you’re a half-wilted rose. I’ll meet you there if I can, but if I don’t arrive by dawn tomorrow, she will provide for you.” Anvenn knew what his mother was saying, for growing up in Nisroch makes one a realist if nothing else. After a parting hug too brief even for tears, Anvenn f led the guild into the city—and he never saw his mother again.
Arriving at the address, the young refugee was taken in by a priestess of Desna named Veeruh, an old friend of Anvenn’s mother. She raised him as her daughter for the next 6 years. While the disguise was intended to throw off pursuit, Anvenn (who now went by the name Anevia) discovered that she felt right in this new persona. As she grew older, she longed to experience life outside of Nidal, and when she turned 18 she left Nisroch forever with her foster mother’s blessing.

For the next 4 years she made her way north across the continent. She occasionally made contact with temples of Desna on her travels, offering her services as a thief or scout for whatever missions the temple saw fit to send her on. It was on such a mission that she met the woman who would change her life forever.
While wintering in the city of Tymon, Anevia was hired by a Desnan scholar to retrieve several sacred objects from a forgotten shrine in the northwestern River Kingdoms. Unknown to her, though, this “scholar” was in fact a kyton-blooded tief ling spy in service to the Silent Shroud who had been tracking her for years, and the “shrine” she’d been tasked with locating was merely a ruined tower where the agent’s mercenaries were lying in ambush. Anevia was captured, but as fortune would have it, the spy was himself being tracked by a paladin named Irabeth. This half-orc paladin caught up with the mercenaries just as they were preparing to hobble the captured Anevia with a bone saw; she killed the mercenaries and their tief ling leader and rescued Anevia.
In thanks for her rescue, Anevia pledged her skills to Irabeth, but the paladin would have none of it, saying, “You’re welcome to travel with me, but you owe me nothing.” As it worked out, Irabeth was about to return to the city of Kenabres after several years away from home—and by the time the two reached their destination, they’d fallen in love. Anevia had revealed herself to actually be a man to Irabeth, but this didn’t matter to the paladin, who had learned to value a companion’s personality over her appearance. In fact, Irabeth spent a fair amount of her personal wealth (including selling her father’s sword) to fund the purchase of an elixir for Anevia, one that would shift her physical gender to match the rest of her.
Anevia and Irabeth were wedded in the Cathedral of Saint Clydwell soon thereafter. Anevia often marvels at the strange road that led her to this life. She enjoys the prestige she receives as the wife of a member of the Eagle Watch, and assists Irabeth’s work by volunteering at the Temple of Iomedae. She reads to the sick and helps make bandages and prepare meals. On occasion, the temple asks Anevia to undertake scouting missions along the river and report on activity in the Worldwound. Though Anevia knows her wife worries about her when she agrees to these missions, she loves the feeling of excitement and accomplishment they bring, as well as the fact that they allow her to scratch the itch of wanderlust that surges up within her occasionally.
Anevia is known for her quick wit. Normally a friendly soul, she tends to treat everyone she meets frankly, regardless of their occupation, race, or social standing—a habit that’s made her few allies among some of Kenabres’s less devout or honest citizens. She does her best to hide all traces of the scarred child from Nidal, drawing upon her current happiness to overshadow those evil memories. Anevia tithes to Shelyn and Desna as well as Iomedae, but increasingly considers the Inheritor her patron because she believes Iomedae drew her to Irabeth. Anevia is frightened to be trapped below Kenabres, and while the scared child of Nisroch threatens to emerge, she does her best to stay levelheaded and calm, for in truth she’s more worried about Irabeth and what’s happening on the surface than her own fate.

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