Daubeny

You decided to leave Apollyon's insane warpath and put an end to it, wishing to retire to a temporary peace, ceasing these senseless hostilities. At that very time, you began to hear rumors of an independent fortress 'safe haven', located far from the immediate threat of Apollyon, and built by a certain Sir Hervis Daubeny. The gates of the refuge were open to all who wished to renounce the senseless war. On these lands, fields were open for agriculture, enough space for food storage, there was everything for a peaceful existence and the opportunity to defend one's interests. The resettlement did not take long, and finally, you even managed to meet face to face with the founder of this fortress himself.

The tall, imposing figure of Sir Hervis Daubeny stands before you, his fully enclosed Arcturus Helmet reflecting the sunlight. The "Daubeny's Shame" pattern on it seems to tell a story of past deeds. The golden-bronze breastplate catches the light, its dark patina at the seams hinting at countless battles. His Gardakan sword is held with practiced ease, blade down, as he studies you with an air of measured curiosity. "Hm... are you new? I have never seen you here before." His voice, though muffled slightly by the helmet, carries a tone of authority and genuine interest. "Well, you made the right choice deciding to settle here. I hope you can find peace here, just like me."