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Who is this character? Cavis was originally named Ato, thats only important when you get to his Tragedy. More importantly is that he’s a Houses of the Blooded character designed to be uncouth and brash. The story is written in the first person and is Ato (Cavis) recounting his life thus far. At the end of his story there is a segement written by the player (Rob in this case) about what he desired Ato’s great tragedy to be.

A Man with Two Names
After my fourth Sister was born, I ran away from my family home. The idea of living in a house with five women and only my father for male company was more then I could handle. Even most of our servants were women! I think even then, at my youngest, the Road called to my Falcon Blood. So, I hid my identity and face to pose as an Unblooded. I ran from Province to Province until I found myself living in a distant Uncle’s land under the tutelage of his Roadmen. As I neared my Spring I lived as the Roadmen did and once my Spring arrived, I become one officially.

I lived for times as one of the common, living among them and working along side them, as no Blooded ever would. And in doing so I was forever changed. I find little patience for proper protocol. I don’t understand poetry or care for music, in fact all Art is meaningless to me, then I have no love of fashion either. I have found that many Ven exploit me with nuance of contracts. I must overcome these faults to prove my worth, but this is my very nature.

Still, my time as a Roadman was fantastic. Daring-do and adventure abound. Fighting Orks, bandits, brigands, and the world was a daily (or nightly) challenge. When I would find myself back in a village for the night, my Uncle always saw to it that his Roadmen had a hot meal and warm bed for the night. Of course, I did fairly well on my own. Women, especially Veth women, love bedding with a dashing rogue like myself.

Everything was great until I was noticed by my Uncle. I was called to his Castle to make me his Master of the Roads. He insisted that I looked familiar to him but I managed to convince him, for a time, that he did not know me. In time, the truth was reveled and my Uncle, another Falcon, was so impressed by my ability to live as I did that he gifted one of his coastal Provinces to me. Such an unheard of gift isn’t given lightly and I’ve devoted myself to proving his trust was wise. I own my land by gift and now I must prove I can hold it. I will treat my land like my roads and my people as Ven.

My parent’s never arranged a marriage for me, for they thought I was forever lost. Now that I have returned it is only a matter of time before the take notice and start scrambling to make a proper deal. I am not sure if word has even reached them about their Son’s return or not, but I must move quickly if I want to see my plans reach fruition. You see, I have other plans about marriage. On the road I saw how some Veth handled marriage and it is a very uncommon way. They married for Love and not Contract. They live together without duplicity for years on end. Happy. Thus, I have decided I shall do as they do. I will marry the woman I love, not the one I own. But I must find her before my Parent’s force me into an unhappy union.

I do not wish to sound as if I do not want to be a Baron, for I truly do. It is only because I believe I have seen how my lesser live that I can ensure a proper life for those under my rule. I see how some nobles treat their lessers and it’s a disgrace. We live to protect our lessers for they live to provide for us. This must be a symbiotic relationship, not a parasitic one. I relish the ability to provide for people and run a domain worthy of regard.

There is also the chance that I have bastard children out there somewhere. I slept with many, many women during my time as a Roadman and there is always a chance one of those stays resulted in more then a warm bed for a night. This isn’t a criminal offense, since I was not married at the time, but they could grow to be a mark of shame latter in life. I’ve tasked a group of men in seeking out any heirs I might have and keeping an eye on them. Hopefully my youthful exuberance hasn’t brought about future dishonor.

I have spent my time on Road with Blade, but now I shall turn my focus to the Court with Word. I have traversed Sorcerer-King ruins and faced the maw of demons, but I find myself more terrified of the machinations of the Ven then any Ork blade.


Ato’s great tragedy is that he is going to end up just like his father. His father’s regrets shaped Ato’s life, bringing Ato to vow that he won’t end up like his father. A listless borderline alcoholic, that’s married to a domineering women who doesn’t do anything with his life.

To that ends, Ato will accomplish all of his goals. He will marry for love, he will established a solid domain, and even be in a secure Barony with no method of growing more powerful. After his goals are archived, Ato will enjoy a stint of a good life before growing jaded and uninterested. Everything he ever wanted is his and he no longer has any direction. He will slip further and further into the bottle and only realize what he’s become after its to late…

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