Bravis Storng, a lawful paladin in the diabolical lands of Cheliax, was never going to be welcome in the well traveled or urban areas of the country. Instead Bravis wonders the countryside, keeping his beliefs hidden from the population, settling disagreements between neighbours and attempting to spread a little goodness in a country where greed and trechery is common place.
His attire reflects the dark land in which he travels; blackened, baroque plate armour is covered by a travel stained and tatty dark robe, a large spiked shield hangs from a strap over his shoulder and an intricately worked longsword hangs from his hip. His face marks him as a warrior; tanned and weathered, cris crossed with scars, yet proud.
The long years of travelling the country, sleeping under the stars in all weathers and seasons and keeping his good nature secret have aged him; his close cropped hair is a grey stubble that crowns his head.
He has long since learned that he can make little inroad into the nature of the Cheliax peoples but time and again he has resisted turning away from the country he hopes to save and taking an easier path through life. Bravis seeks to show those he meets that there are other, better ways to life, to sow and nurture goodness in people’s hearts and to limit the evil done in the name of greed, fear and blind faith to the laws of devils.
