Abbot Albert d'Aquitaine was a mortal Dark Age monk who joined the Red Order.
Biography[]
Albert, like so many unfortunate later sons of Norman lords, ended up in the Church. He has little choice. His father, an astute man, raised the boy with that very destination in mind and Albert obligingly slipped into the role. In fact, his father did a better job than he realized, awaking in the boy a passionate belief in God that served him well during his early years in a French monastery. The young Albert's thirst for knowledge was prodigious and brought him to the attention of a visiting monk from the Order of St. Theodosius.
After some days spent deep in conversation between the daily offices, the Red Brother invited Albert to join the order and accompany him back to the Abbey of St. Denis in Paris. Albert was reluctant at first but slowly came round as Gervèse le Fèvre spun tales of the research and learning the order was pursuing.
Gervèse and his new protégé rose quickly through the ranks of the order. Gervèse became abbot, whole Albert became one of the order's most talented wielders of the Holy Art. Albert tested himself repeatedly in combat with the enemy and triumphed every time. He grew restless in Paris and craved greater challenges elsewhere. His friend's growing arrogance and pride troubled Gervèse and he worried that Albert was falling into sin. After some thought, he assigned Albert the most challenging job within the order: Overseeing the troublesome Brother Giordano Nicola d'Arzenta at the Abbey of St. Andrew in Damburrow, Scotland.
The assignment has taught Albert humility, all right. His initially troubled relationship with Brother Giordano has become unimportant as Albert struggles to deal with the Satanic forces on their very doorstep. He is discovering that some things take more than learning, arrogance and the Holy Art to overcome: They take genuine faith. He's beginning to wonder if his faith isn't rather weaker than he thought.
Image[]
Albert is a tall, rangy man with an intense face, narrow eyes and a snub nose that make his features look slightly out of balance. He wears the traditional robes of the order at all times but fidgets endlessly with his hands and paces restlessly, as if overburdened with energy that seeks escape through motion.
Stats[]
Nature: Autocrat
Demeanor: Judge
Order: Red Order
References[]
- DA: Dark Ages: British Isles, p. 131