Role

Chapter 1

After shaving his peach fuzz, and deciding that a beard wasn't the thing that would make him a Maran, he held steadfast in his faith and fought hard.
He continued to do so, and one day while he was running down an Orc, out of nowhere he became a Maran.
He's still got a few kinks to work out with the powers, but overall if they're not flying, they're dying.

He keeps an eye on the guild, and he's donated over a million copper to his Voralian City home away from home.
He seeks to become Godfather of the city, and hopes his contributions will be adaquate.
He hopes Duty and Business will flow well together, and that he may watch the guild grow and the darkness burn away.