Factol Ambar Vergrove
Factol of the Believers of the Source.
Ambar is a courteous and kind soul, beloved by all of his namers, factotums, and factors. Many of the Godsmen believe him to be well on his way to becoming a power. Despite his lofty position in the City of Doors, he still likes everyone to call him by his first name.
Ambar's goal as factol is to make the godsmen flourish as a faction, and also as invdividuals. Unlike many of his followers, he values individuals more than the philosophies they espouse.
That said, Ambar is known to be a bit long winded. His songs and poems are beloved, but there are very few Godsmen who can say they've read all three volumes of his treatise on the Godsmen: Destiny of Being.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
In a place on the Outlands named Fayrill to some, Fayrie to others, and unknown to moth, an elf gave birth to a half-human son. This woman, Galina, found herself ostracized by her kin - not for her choice of father for her child, but for her refusal to shape her demeanour to the still formality customary for those of the Quybier, her clan. Galina loved to dance, sing, laugh and play the harp; and for this, she was forced to live outside of her clan.
Her son, Ambar, never knew he was poor. He slept on the softest moss by night, drank clear spring water by day, and thrived amid the beauty of the forest. To his eyes, his home seemed a mansion. He learned his mother's songs, and played with fox cubs denned nearby.
The youth only discovered his poverty after he spotted Caye, a maiden of the Quybier, straying through is wood. Her brown silken hair brushed her ankles; her mahogany eyes carried a hint of purple in the depths of their unfathomed mystery; her lithe form was slim as a birch, but her manner seemed so solemn, like nothing Ambar had ever imagined. The half-elf went to ask the maid's sire, Florien, for her hand, but found himself brusquely refused.
Ambar felt astonished. Caye would live in a wooded palace, dine on the finest of viands, enjoy the gladdest of music, and have the most devoted of bridegrooms - what more could a father want?
Ambar's mother enlightened him: Social status, political or military power, a castle built by hands rather than by nature, and monetary rather than inner wealth were necessary attributes for wedlock among the Quybier. The youth believed Galina, but he also believed in himself. He wooed Caye without her father's consent and won her. For a time, all three exiles dwelled contentedly in their woodland glade: bride and bridegroom in a pavilion of willow wands and grape vines, Galina in her pagoda of pine boughs opposite. The trio sang mad melodies, indulged in woodland feasts, told stories, and danced wild jigs. The news that Caye was with child delighted them.
The warriors Florien sent ended all that. They slew Galina and Caye in the scuffle and brought Ambar in chains before the Quybier lord. To the patriarch's accusation of abduction, the half-elf replied eloquently:
"I accuse you! I accuse you, murderer of my mother, slayer of my consort and unborn child! I accuse you of killing my happiness, of defiling my home, and robbing me of my future. Dare you defy me? Dare you demand recompense in the face of that which you owe me?"
In fact, the Quybier dared not. To assuage their guilt over the deaths, they presented Ambar with a velvet casket filled with gems and begged him to depart Fayrill forever. He accepted the precious stones and left.
With a fortune in gems and the abilities of the woodwise, he went far. Ambar guided travellers through the Outlands, invested his wealth in profitable ventures, and searched the Great Ring for a spot he might call home. He never found it, but he collected a vast selection of artwork and rarem musical instruments.
Eventually he fell in with the Believers of the Source and discovered that, although no place could feel like home again, a group of people could. His courtesy and kindness earned him many friends among the Godsmen, and in time he became Factol.
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