Father Jeremiah the Abbot

Jeremiah is old. Very old. He was well into his seventies when he took on the old barracks, but despite his years he worked tirelessly to establish a Monastery here. It was his contention that the gods had protected New Elysium over the last century and they should strive to honour those gods in worship and in deed.

Brother Justyn the Ever Watchful

Whether in his ceremonial full plate armour, or in mail and the distinctive tabbard of the town's champions, Justyn's striking poise and polished glaive make him the most recognisable of the clerics to watch over the lands north of the town.

He has dedicated his life to the protection of the peoples and spirit of New Elysium, and watches over them from his perch in The Eerie.

He moved away to join the ecclesiarchy at the age of thirteen, and his zealous faith quickly saw him moved to the militant order, where he was trained to defend the faithful.

Justyn returned to New Elysium four years ago at the behest of Chancellor Gregory to take up the post of Master of The Eerie, a role wholly separate from and independent of the town guard. When not on duty, he can be found at the monastery, where he continues his spiritual devotions or weapon training.

Brother Lemartes the Scribe

Brother Lamertes, while not old, is in the later stages of middle age and he has not been active in his years at the monastery. He is a slightly built fellow, save for a noticeable paunch. He has an arched back and rounded shoulders, the result of almost every daylight hour spent stooped over his writing desk in the scriptorium. His fingers are stained with ink (as is his tongue for those looking closely enough), and his vision, while perfect at close range, is almost non existent beyond 20 feet.

Brother Lamartes was orphaned and raised in the monastery, and as such it is the only life he has known. He lives within his books, seldom leaving the grounds. However, he has sought knowledge far beyond those walls, and has devoted himself to documenting tales from lands far and near. Not content with just the scriptorium, Brother Lamertes cures his own leather for the covers and secures his own bindings. As a result, the monastery library is of renown throughout the ecclesiarchy, and travelling scholars make pilgrimage to see his fine tomes.