Un homme grand et un peu léger est entré dans la taverne, paraissant un peu las et complètement désintéressé dans le spectacle de scène. Il s'appuya légèrement sur son bâton en marchant, dont l'extrémité supérieure portait l'insigne blanc et gris du Syndicat d'Orzhov. Ceux qui n'ont pas vécu sous un rocher avec les clans Gruul lui ont laissé de l'espace en marchant dans la taverne brumeuse. Le manteau drapé sur lui portait le même symbole sur son dos, un symbole qu'il était venu apprendre exigeait le respect de certains et la crainte de beaucoup, même s'il ne voulait pas qu'il en soit ainsi. Il chercherait la rédemption en transformant la corruption en piété, même à l'intérieur de sa petite place comme un clerc parmi les Orzhov. Une progression opposée de ce qu'il avait vu dans sa vie et ce qu'il avait appris s'était produite dans son temps loin de chez lui à Innistrad. Même s'il pouvait tirer la carte de marche et prendre le commandement du Syndicat, pour l'instant, il a choisi de ne pas et a décidé de gagner au moins un certain respect d'abord.
Jusqu'à ce qu'il puisse réformer le Syndicat au moins revenir à sa tradition de fonctionner réellement comme une église, il portait un nom qui l'a élevé comme un symbole de l'emprise de l'Orzhov dans les questions financières de Ravnican et leur volonté d'exercer. Le cardinal de Calamity. Ce n'était pas un titre officiel puisqu'il portait toujours la réputation officielle d'un clerc. Comme il n'exerçait pas la plus grande partie de son pouvoir et que son pouvoir n'avait pas beaucoup d'importance à l'égard des esprits, il était considéré comme un rang et un dossier aux yeux de l'Obzedat et des Conseillers. Plus ou moins, un autre serviteur de l'Église des affaires, un autre comptable dans les robes du clergé ruiner la vie et la vie après. Pourtant, il était un peu plus remarquable que d'autres de sa présence constante autour de la ville et de ses contes d'endroits étranges au-delà de la ville de Guilds. Certains le trouvaient fou. Parmi ces gens, ils pensaient que ça le rendait plus intimidant.
Il a pris place au bar de la taverne et a gardé une main sur son bâton, regardant un peu à la fin de son bâton avec le symbole du soleil. Un choc a encore résonné à l'intérieur, et il s'est mis à l'attention une fois qu'il a réalisé qu'il ne regardait plus rien en particulier et avait laissé son esprit errer à des événements loin d'où son corps résidait maintenant. Même lorsqu'il se tourna vers le barman, quelqu'un qu'il connaissait plus par son nom que toute autre chose, il semblait encore un peu découragé et ses yeux à moitié errants et à moitié déroutés.
"C'est agréable de s'asseoir de temps en temps ici. Pour vraiment se détendre et ne pas parler à quelqu'un juste pour les faire payer. Il me faudrait peut-être des boissons plus grandes ou plus si je m'occupais de cette partie du processus. Comment s'est passé l'endroit pendant que j'étais absent, monsieur Pax?"
Name: Lanestol
Alias: The Cardinal of Calamity
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Priest
Lanestol stands 6' 2", wears light leather armor beneath his black robes becoming of a member of most planes' clergymen. He has a bit of a trimmer stature, on the lighter side of athletic as he relies more on his magics than physical capabilities.
Magical Specialty: Transfer of life energies (helps him stay young), defense and evasion
Primary Color: White
Secondary/Tertiary colors: Black, Red
Preferred creatures: Foxes, Clerics, Vampires, Priests, Demons
Favorite mechanic/keyword: Extort
Home plane: Innistrad
History: Lanestol was born on Innistrad, the realm of struggle between humanity and its predators, in the city of Ashmouth in the Stensia province. He started training in magic from his youth from one of the schools under the Church of Avacyn, initially training in healing and preventative magic. He began to work his way up to more advanced magics as a prodigy of the abbot in the church dedicated. Through plots and intrigue unknown to him at the time, his mentor, an elder, turned up dead one morning when he was 11. He continued his training through the succeeding elder, who taught him the darker sides of life magic, helping him channel his ability to take life, burn and corrupt from within. Though initially opposed, he gave in and trained in ways that undid his earlier lessons under the guise of "advancing his studies further and studying the countermeasures of life-giving magic."
Upon his graduation from the school, he began work as a cleric in the Church of Avacyn, entering the priesthood. He continued his work for his parish until he was 31. He had ascended to eldership for his parish one year earlier due to the high turnover rate (high turnover into food for vampires, werewolves and the undead). One day, he stumbled upon a secret meeting between his second mentor--now the Mayor--and a demon he had a contract with. The Mayor noticed Lanestol and threatened him, though his former student did not back down and challenged the Mayor to a duel, countering with the threat of revealing his dark pact to the town.
The duel ended after half an hour, with Lanestol narrowly besting his former mentor. Foregoing the opportunity to finish his fallen opponent, he instead questioned the Mayor about the death of his first mentor. He had begun to suspect a few things over the years, though without solid proof, he could not accuse him of anything. With his fate in his better's hands, the Mayor revealed he did, indeed, kill Lanestol's first mentor in an attempt to fast-track his way up the clergy ranks. His ultimate goal was to supplant the Lunarch himself. A burning in Lanestol's chest flared up like never before, anger and suppressed grief rising up and unleashing in the awakening of his Spark.
He planeswalked to Kamigawa, suddenly confused as to why he was not facing the fallen Mayor. Or why he did not even know where he was. It did not look like anything he had ever seen before. It was much more lush and the air much fresher than anywhere he had ever been on Innistrad. All he could do was walk and try to find someone. After two hours of wandering through the Jukai Forest, his injuries, drained power and hunger took the last of his energy. He awoke after a nearby kitsune village took him in when two of their sentries discovered him unconscious. An elder among them answered several questions he had about where he had wound up. In return, he used his skills to serve the village until he regained his bearings.
After he had figured out more about his planeswalking power, he finished repaying his dues and left to another plane, to Ravnica. Among the various guilds of the great city-state, he found his place best serving the Orzhov Syndicate, even after discovering their corruption. He resigned to always serving corruption in the church, giving partway into the darkness he was trained in. He continues ventures to other planes throughout the realms and making regular stops in Innistrad, Kamigawa and Ravnica, taking an occasional happy hour pit stop at the Mourning Mirrodin.
Groups/factions:
-Patron of the Mourning Mirrodin Establishment
-Church of Avacyn (former)
-Orzhov Syndicate
Trinkets/ Inventory: Carries a staff with him bearing the Orzhov sun insignia, which serves both as a channel for his magics and a solid beating stick up close. Wears a necklace with a near-indestructible ruby in the center.
Other: The necklace houses the deceased soul of a devious kitsune Lanestol defeated in his third trip to Kamigawa. He had originally possessed Lanestol before the planeswalker found a way to compromise and seal him in the gem since he could not eradicate the possessor completely. It does come around now and then and take control of Lanestol and has come to know his host's power. They remain attached to one another, even as Lanestol walks the realms.