Caedenal Almasi

Divinity Writ In Coin

Nationality: Ul'dahn
Profession: Trade Consortium Member
Business (On Paper): Spices and Silks
Business (Reality): Entirely Off-Record

Likes and Dislikes

+ Family
+ Royalists
+ The Sultana
+ Gil
+ Ul'dah- Monetarists
- Losing Gil on a Bad Deal
- Things Not Going His Way

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Emerald and Gold

Name: Caedenal Almasi
Alias: The Golden Viper
Age: Late 20s
Gender: Male
Race: Hyur
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde
Height: 6 Fulms 4 Ilms
Build: Lean-Muscled, Fit

Personality

Charismatic
Confident
Tenacious
Calculating
Manipulative
Outgoing
Friendly

The Dunestalkers

“Across the dunes of the deep sands they stalked, with wakes of glittering blue that lingered like so many stars in the sea of the sky. They sought that which had been forgotten, uncaring of the horrors awaiting within the drowning dark, for they knew themselves to be more terrible still. They took two words as their motto, threat, observation, and reminder all in one: Gods Bleed.”
Clad head to toe in magitek armor, the sleek black that covers the whole of Caedenal’s Dunestalkers serves as their most remarkable and distinguishing feature. With faces hidden behind visors, unknown armament, and a questionable purpose, the Trade Prince is rarely without at least one of this armored cadre. To outfit one man to such an extent is no individual effort, much less to arm half a dozen, and so those who deal or work with magitek may well have had interaction or business with the Trade Prince in a wholly under the table fashion.

The Vipers Almasi

“Who is to say what happens behind doors emblazoned with the always peering eye? The name Almasi spreads through the trade circuits with renewed vigor, yet when is he to be seen outside of minding his twin’s left?”
The Almasi Family is both vast and notoriously tight-knit, even as Consortium families go, with each of the five children having been nurtured from birth to a specific end. Spread throughout the main domestic markets of the Sultanate, Caedenal’s siblings see to the majority of the family business that has existed for generations. Unlike the rest of his family, the Trade Prince’s business pursuits remain purposefully shrouded, but this has hardly removed him from the day to day of his Consortium’s operation. Textiles, spices, precious stones, the Almasi’s have their hands in every piece of what may be anticipated of an Ul’dahn family, and Caedenal is present throughout it all. Any that engage in commerce within the city-state have a reasonable chance of knowing him.

Memories of Campaign

“The Trade Prince gave himself wholly to the campaign of the Forelands, with the acrid incense of the Onemind burning within his nostrils, and the constant pounding of loosed munition assailing bone with its repeated bassy reports. It was here, against the servants of a God of Swordsmen, that he would become friend to the Vath and Nonmind, those that would give him the blade of brilliant blue. The Garleans within Ghimlyt would only know it to be red, seen in inexorable advance, with the choir of Ser Lanvalloix and his Knights in lethal crescendo alongside him. The Templars plied their worship in blood, the Sultansworn in yalms claimed for the Sultana, in either they found an easy common cause.”Caedenal’s service to the Sultanate has carried him far from home on more than one occasion, with most necessitating his presence until the campaign has fully concluded. He spent near the whole of Dragonsong within Dravania, and fought on nearly every front established against Garlemald for at least a time. Be it as Sultansworn, or a contracted Free Paladin, many who served would have ample opportunity to have encountered the Trade Prince throughout his years of campaigning.

Goblet Seeker

“From the first he heard of the story, he has sought the Goblet. Not as Jhal Tristram once did, storied and dear as the name is to any that once called themselves Sultansworn, but to quest instead across the dunes his forebear Anarana once ranged. It was her long covered footsteps he followed, and her spirit that guided him, of this he was certain.”A fascination that rivals his devotion to the Sultana, the mythical Goblet has long demanded a worrying amount of Caedenal’s attention. Vast amounts of his wealth, and indeed the shrouded focus of his business in Edict, have been devoted wholly to the pursuit of an artifact that very likely doesn’t exist. This has naturally positioned him within the greater artifact sector, where the Trade Prince is known to pay well for any that catch his eye.

In Her Name

“He had pounded towards Garlean trenches until his calves screamed with the tensing burn of exhaustion, had suffered under withering Gnath enfilade, and gave years of his life to the discomforts of campaign without second thought. He had conquered and outright slain his countrymen upon the Bloodsands, faced horrors beyond his waking comprehension, all of it with the same three words upon his lips – For the Sultana.” While the family Almasi openly regards themselves as Royalists, Caedenal remains a pointed distinction. Dedicated wholly to the Sultana, in his every action Caeden believes himself to be serving her cause. Be it a business deal, military campaign, or a matter of politics, the Trade Prince’s need to accrue more wealth and power is ostensibly borne of further empowering himself and his family to serve the Sultana. Monetarists are met with immediate and hounding hostility, the polite cold war that has settled across the Sultanate not enough for the Trade Prince, who loudly invites open conflict with any that would see his Sultana threatened. Royalists are likely to find an easy and perhaps too trusting ally in Almasi, for Monetarists only unreasonable derision awaits.

The Bloodsands

“The roar of the crowd was an addiction, more pressing than any need to test himself as a swordsman against another. With the flame of his twin at his back, the Trade Prince had taken the sands repeatedly for the glory of his Sultana, in pursuit of the deafening adoration that could only be found upon them, and most pointedly for one more night of the heavy head high that always followed.”
Prior to being called Sultansworn, Caedenal made quite the name for himself in the gladiator arenas alongside his twin sister, Lavender. They were known for their flawless coordination and for the sheer brutality that came to characterize their matches--fighting only for love of the violence and the deafening response of the crowd, those who follow the fights are likely to remember his name. Combatants are likely to have crossed blades with him and his sister.

Lavender Almasi

The Glassmaker

The designed matriarch of a perpetually mourning house, the Glassmaker given flesh again. The Trade Prince would sacrifice them all, if only to spare her. He was taught hate at her behest, given to the blade so that he might carpet her ascent, every built step layered in dozens of the slain forgotten. Paint the word, he imagined her to say, and so was snuffed another old name.

Roronzo Sesenzo

The Balance
In the Monetarist Roronzo Sesenzo, the Trade Prince had confoundingly found more than a friend, more than a colleague, he had discovered the first that he would willingly recognize as equal. Leave it not to the sea, the pair understood, for it belongs to the sand.

Zeddias Starweaver

The TravelerHow terrible an infatuation it was, but so was called the Trade Prince to beings of otherworldly capability. Almasi hung from every word, gesture, and display, made malleable in whole whenever Starweaver’s presence availed itself. Surrounded as he was by beings of terrible consequence, Almasi knew none to reach as Starweaver did.

Muchacha Macha

The Favored, The Chosen, The Everguard Though the Trade Prince had perfected fatalism, his perpetual shadow was born of it. There was no more constant a presence in his life, sharing in every victory, and immediately plotting in the wake of every defeat. She had stolen the life of dozens in the name Almasi, which would become hundreds in due time, and so the quill was allowed to scrawl on under her stewardly gaze.

Harper Delacroix

The Faceless Queen He expected that she would sit the throne at the end of it all. He placed Delacroix upon a pedestal beyond reproach, awed by the capability of a woman that embodied the very soul of his homeland. To have Delacroix’s favor was to have a lethal advantage, and he meant to maintain it in excess.

Avalas Blackstone

The Witch He had only ever known willful enthrallment, moments of played character for the sake of simple whim. She sang, and he danced, finding no note disagreeable, and offering no stumble to blemish her performance. Why worry over a prepared inevitable, the Trade Prince had resolved, when the moment was flawless?

Anessa Almasi

The Daughter of Three MothersShe who painted the stars to his sky. Fate demanded they hold fast to biases of old, but for one another such could not be suffered. She was his most dangerous vanguard, sent to countless foreign lands to conquer where an army might falter, lacking for nothing but failure in all that was asked of her.

Barry Davis

The End To seek knowledge of the name upon Eorzea was folly, consult instead the rungs twelve, and hear then how they sing it in lament. Death had long been a companion to him, as a vulture circling a hunt, leaving the predator to his fill before falling upon what remained. It was he that was called when any other would falter – break it, the Trade Prince bid, and invariably it would be broken.

Sophie Saint-Saëns

The SoulShe was a living reminder of a time that was, of a lost capability. Unassuming kindness had been bewilderingly foreign to the Trade Prince for a decade, reintroduced with innate grace by a peasant. He sought her company wherever it was available, taking respite in the simple peace that her presence alone provided.

Andrean Lackland

The Captain A friendship forged in business, could there be anything more dear to an Ul’dahn? He entrusted the Captain with more than any other, in assets and information alike. With a requirement of perfection, Lackland long remained the only name ignorant of failure, and the only contractor invited to know the estate as home.

Zazarito Momorito

The Good Bishop Though the Trade Prince had killed in his Sultana’s name, he remained certain the Bishop fought an altogether more important war. He saw to those damned, the monetarists, the revolutionaries, in his sermon he offered enlightenment agreeable to gilded ears. Serve the Sultana wholly, and know reward for it, as it was She chosen by our Traders.

Kalilenia Opellius

The Heart The engineer Opellius was responsible for most of his success, and the Trade Prince was ever aware of this fact. A slave that had been stripped of shackles, the halfblood’s work would make possible Almasi’s pursuit of the goblet. Lost to her workshop and the endless pursuit of advancement, most would know little of the woman that had hoisted Almasi to the major circuits, and less yet of what she truly meant to him and his lineage.