Saint Jacob

## Childhood

Jacob de Dupont was a child born in the light of the warming sun, in the Iomodae Church within the outskirts of a rural town within the endless bounds of the continent, before the rise of the horsemen, before the fall of the gods. His parents were a religious sort, seeing the events of his birth as Iomodae's gift to them, a child to raise as their own, as it wasn't entirely currently where exactly Jacob came from, only that he appeared in one of the pews after a sermon, silent as the wind, yet ever present. His childhood was a simply, quiet, yet enjoyable one, innocent and bright like the rays of the sun. Each day a rhythm to just enjoy...

Alas, the world is cruel, and it would not last.

## The Meeting of the Saint

Currently, this tale has not been shared by the man, as it is a closely guarded secret.

## The Investigation of the Crimson Aspirants

Requested by a secret benefactor, Jacob's newest task has revolved around the Ember Synod, and the Crimson Aspirants. To what end this is, it isn't entirely clear.... all that anyone knows, or can remember for now is that they've seen more of him around Fort Ragathiel, speaking to the soldiers and Aspirants willing to do so.

## **Adventuring Career**

The Holy Pilgrimage:

The man known as Saint Jacob gathered his materials, his resources and his contacts on a single piece of paper, filled to the brim with scrawled names in a rush. This was all they could give him... Damn it. They didn't understand the situation, as he clenched his fist, before setting off, his footsteps light, for the journey would be heavy. Taking the road less taken, the inquisitor would follow the group that would be traveling to the Ghostlands, laying traps for any beings following the crusading group that lay forward, placing them in spots that would be impede the enemies that would be following their tails. He would often be the first to wake, and the last to leave, taking it upon himself to make sure that the group wasn't traversing into instant death, or other wary situations.... often helping them avoiding fighting where it was needed.

One such venture to assist lead him to being cut off from his group, causing him to have to fight a horde of undead, their shambling, decaying bodies shifting towards the old man. Only the stench of undead filling the air, he took in his surroundings, pulling out purified salt, water and weapon, knowing this could be his last fight, saying a prayer to the goddess of the sun, as he opened his holy scripture and began to chant

He began with the first act of the holy warrior, as the horde shambled towards him, taking his vials and tossing them upon the floor, the smell of burning, rotting flesh filling the air as the horde continued its advance, as he then, while holding his text, started to beat the few zombies beginning to encroach with fists powdered with holy salts.

The Second Act, the traps went off, each shot riddling a moderate portion of them with holes, as the silver bolts embedded themselves inside the unliving, as he recited the second act. Tricks and traps, laid for the mindless.

The Third Act, Setting up with materials on hand, he barricaded. Setting upon refuge in the ruins of an abandoned church, and setting up more preparations from the oncoming hoard. The wood and stone shifted, the hoard relentless, yet his faith ever unrelenting.

The Fourth Act, He prayed. He prayed for the sins he would commit, and the sins he had committed. For the sins he would have to commit, for the sake of humanity, and that these sins would be judged with the good that had been caused by prioxity.

The Fifth Act, He prepared to fight. As the horde, diminished, shifted and creaked against the barricade, as he sharpened the wristband from his hand, the act causing sparks to illuminate the stones. Battle was to be had, Let his spirit be cleansed.

The Sixth Act, by sword and sun, moon and truth. His knee unbowed, as he faced the horde, with unwavering faith. Lest not revel in the death of man, but honor the dead for what they are. Do not forsake the beings they once were, for they cry out to be saved. Think not of the death you dispatch, but of the lives that are saved, by your act. Let the light shine, let the moon reveal, and let the soul cleanse.

## Appearance

Saint Jacob is a man with holy symbols upon his person, a worn leather jacket, adorned with a silver pin, and a belt with many different usable items incase of emergencies. His gloves seem to be constantly restitched and mended, and his hair is greyed from the weathers of time

## Personality

Saint Jacob is a pious and simple man, who treats life with respect, and refuses to act without knowing the full details of a situation if he can help it. He often tries to judge based on gathered information, and rarely acts unless he has the ability to see out what he can. He often unestimates himself, due to the massive amount of powerful beings around him, yet he keeps on his fight, because of his oath.

## Allies

Cormick, the Knight Captain

The Church of Iomodae

Saintsoul

Jundi Lathron, True Saint of Iomedae