Once an honest man, insightful on the inner workings of the Church of the Canon, Archibald "Archie"(as his past lover called him) Kuhnradden has found himself falling on dark times. His creed was once to spread the joyous promise of afterlife in the Seven Skies alongside the Creator, however in his recent years he has changed to an utterly cold and depressing man sent on a mission: to discover the perpetrators of the heinous act against himself and his family, to discover the murderers of his wife and two sons. Years ago, while attempting to follow in the footsteps of his holiest role model, Daniel VI, he wanted to create a satellite village near Curon to enable the spread of his faith. In his initial attempt, a small, wooden-walled village was built with nothing but his lonely cabin where his family resided inside of it. Some days had gone by since its final blocks were built, and in the middle of the night, Archie had woken up to a strange crackling noise. He saw five dark figures walking behind a glow that took him a few moments to focus on. His wall, being burned to the ground. The four dark figures were cloaked, cunning, and agile. They advanced toward his small home under the cover of the blazing glare of burning wood and ignited it from all four corners. They made every attempt to trap Archie inside of his house while his family laid in their beds cowering with fear of the worst. He heard a crack of glass and was blinded. He had not known where he was, he had not known where his family was, all he could hear was the screaming and pounding of his family attempting to escape the roaring blaze. Three more cracks of glass and the prong of an arrow, and he woke up days later. Covered in ash and sut, he woke up to find the poisoned and crisped bodies of his wife and children. An arrow embedded deep in his forearm was covered in a viscous liquid with a foul smell, the foul smell of the poison his dead family reeked of. He believed the fact he had not died was a miracle gifted to him by the creator, and when he headed back to Avalain from where he was born, he realized the world had not cared about him. It took quite some time for him to fully recover both mentally and physically. Tragedy and pain turned into hardened scars. As his body seared up with white, mangled scar tissue, his mind seared up with a fiery rage against all he stood for, against all he believed in. As he watched passerbyers deny him aid, as he begged to afford to eat, he considered the miracle bestowed upon him to be a curse. He abandoned faith, managed to steal enough supplies to cloth him and keep him decently fed. He now had one goal in his life, one he may never achieve. Archbald Kuhnradden, the human from Avalain, will now attempt to find the four figures that did this to him, in hopes he can find peace, and die with his mighty rage sated, on to discover what really may lay beyond in the afterlife.
