Devaris Callendrell-The Bloodhound Enforcer

(This is a post dedicated to my character in the re-imagining of the Crimson Circle Chronicle. )

A sickness has plagued all that I have come to know and dedicate myself to. A deep seeded mass of corrosive and vitriolic desire to turn against that which up until now, has sustained those afflicted. I speak not of a physical sickness, but one of the mind. Greed has driven men and women who were once devout. Individuals who once believed in the work they did, and now, their thoughts are clouded. They pursue avenues of interest that are lucrative to their own personal coffers at the cost of the loss of opportunity for those who have given them much. I do not fault them all. Some are simply weak willed, and only do as instructed, yet that does not matter. Their weakness makes us all weak, and I for one cannot sit idly by and let everything fall around me. The clergy is no help, as they are too busy with their plotting and maneuvering to take notice. I am one man amidst a sea of sickness, with no true allies.....yet I do what I must in hopes that my actions are recognized and others will see what I am trying to accomplish. It matters not which aspect of Fayn the clergy worship, what matters is results...and there are few who have what it takes to stand against the others when they should be put in their place. My father disagrees with my choices and my path, but his is the only opinion I value less than any of those that label me as "The Bloodhound" of the Enforcers Guild. They say this in jest, but I can hear it in their words.....the fear that comes from the idea of being discovered. I've been called fanatical, but I disagree. This is the duty I was assigned, and until such time as I am relieved of this duty, I will continue to perform as I have.