Prince Veiljorn

Prince Veiljorn is Good, though his frustration threatens his soul, dark moods overtake him, and the difficulties of the region wear on the sovereign. His coffers have been hammered such that he holds only as much in them as his vassals. Grey streaks in his hair and weathered face indicate the Prince has been pressed into an early maturity. Despite the dark attire of his court and soldiers, the Prince is dressed in the finest black silks, his dress is ostentatious if remarkably tailored, his vest and epaulets alone could feed the hundred peasants that work his lands for at least a year.
While stable, the Prince is precariously so. The Dragons infuriated him, and now the Plague has taken his workers, and yet despite constant disappointment and slim chance of success, the Prince presses on in the name of Erathis, God of Civilization and the spreading of light to the dark places of the world, his optimism is infectious. The Prince’s words are carefully chosen and evoke inspiration, Veiljorn is well spoken. Despite all this the Prince’s outward optimism masks a morose man visible only in the periphery, hidden by an active intellect, but belied by an unforgiving nature. Prince Veiljorn has welcomed engineers with open arms, and engaged them upon construction of a fine castle, only to be unforgiving when their plans fail, as the dragons felled the last towers, Prince Veiljorn ordered the engineers flogged. Not a greedy man, the Prince’s ambition lies n