Albion Drury is a casualty of the Last War. His body has few enough scars and he still gets up each day and goes about his business, but much of who he was is lost. A native of Cyre, he had a young pretty wife and a new baby while off at war. That was before the Day of Mourning.
He was a bright and likeably lad who had been a favorite of the local priest of the Sovereign Host, Father Ebere as a schoolboy. The old priest saw a lad of talent and while the boy was not interested in the life of priest he was at least able to secure him appointment to be trained as an Inquisitor. Young Albion was a quick study and the trainers realized that his quick wits and easy manner made him a natural for undercover work. He completed his training and the order looked for an appropriate mission for him. All the while he was wooing a local girl, Markette, a talented young painter apprenticed with House Phiarlan, and as is often the way of such things when it became clear his duty would take him away into danger they wed. The lass quickly conceived a child, but Albion was sent out before the child was born.
In the war the Sovereign Host was largely neutral, but in time of war many dark deeds are preformed and once good folk sometimes turn to evil. Albion’s youth and seemingly guileless nature allowed him to easily infiltrate various dark cabals and underground cults. He was very good at his work and many a dark enterprise was uncovered by his efforts. During this time he only got leave to go home and see his wife and child once. This warm love at home kept him going through the horrors of war. He often saw people at their vilest and most base. At the same time he lived and worked alongside folk that were companions and even in a sense friends despite the wicked acts they sometimes committed. Ultimately, he had to betray them in order to root out their evil and heresy.
He took on many roles working under cover. A position was secured for him with House Orien as a freelance courier which allowed Albion to have reason to travel many places and often be looking for work in new places with the excuse that his commission was complete and the House had no outbound job for him. As time went on, Albion increasingly played hard drinking cigar chain-smoking men of course tastes. He told himself it was only to be better at undercover work, but increasingly this is who he was becoming. He has been a mercenary soldier, an apprentice shopkeep and many others.
His life was ever changing. The one constant in his life was the family he had back home. All the changed on the Day of Mourning. He hoped against hope as the rumors of the Mournland and the horrors within spread. Eventually, he was able to journey deep into the Mournland near the Glowing Chasm. He returned alone and broken. He has never spoken of what horrors he saw there. He has said that he found his wife and child, but no more on the subject. He was never the same after that. In his mind he has questioned his faith and his place in the world. In darker moments he has been known to contemplate the Dark Six and their role in the Sovereign Host. He sometimes has strange dreams of darkness and sometimes fears that he has inadvertently become a vassal of the Traveler.
Following the War, the church has had more Inquisitors than jobs for them and Albion has had too much time on his hands. Falling back on an old cover he has worked security on the Lightning Rail for House Orien.
Finally, he has been called back to work. The church has become aware of disturbing rumors coming out of Q’barra. Old items and possibly sites of worship lost since the Age of Demons have begun to surface as more people venture their looking to find treasure and Dragonshards. Albion has been given a mission to travel to Drellin’s Ferry and follow up on these rumors. His cover is that of a mercenary courier.
Goals--Albion's goal is to find a place where he belongs and my goal for him is to resolve his crisis of faith.
