| Affiliations | Cavi's Cafe & The City of Ravel |
|---|---|
| Species | Kitsune |
Savile Poole (or Savvy to their friends -- never Poole) is a nine-tailed Kitsune tailor who quite purposefully stumbled into an adventure they were not prepared for. They aim to bring the liturgy of high fashion to the adventuring world -- even if they have to die trying.
History[edit | edit source]
The story that every Poole hears in front of the fire on a chilly evening, wrapped in a quilt, and darning yet another sock (which always seems to go missing before the next laundry day, doesn't it?) goes as follows:
Ever since the first creature pulled themselves out of the cosmic (or divine depending on your predilection) primordial ooze, the Kitsune of this plane had begun their first steps. Ever since the first creature banged another over the head with a nice stick, Quelmar had taken its. And ever since the first leaf fell on a creature as they lounged, and they thought "oh, I rather like the way that looks", the Pooles had taken theirs.
This family of Pooles is one of the first lines of weave in the tapestry of Ravel -- literally. They were charged with weaving the first tapestry (currently hanging in city hall) of Ravel back when the city (which was then just a group of artists looking for commune) was founded. Of course their kin have spread far and wide both in the city and out since then, but they built the clothing district with their own paws, and have always owned that beautiful starry sky shop on the corner in the heart of town. The Pooles all love that shop, and you can always find any of the numerous generations of Pooles inside. Although they all carry an ageless quality about them, you can always identify which generation they come from by the number of tails they carry -- the more tails, the younger the generation (be careful of the twins though, their tails got split between them and they are not in fact as venerated as they claim)
Eventually, when their last tail grows to its full length, each Poole gets to name a focus for themselves. Some choose a particular style of garment or fabric, others choose instead to put their time into the business side of things, or into the dyeing and creation of new clothing materials, but all stay within the family trade. Savile was no exception, and at rather young age grew out their nineth tail (rather faster than the twin who attempted to trick everyone with a rather impressive fake). Since they could toddle, Savile had been fascinated by the adventurers and wanderers perusing the armor and amulets in the clothing district. It was only natural that by the time they fluffed out, that their fascination would turn to dedication.
Savile pioneered stylish adventuring accessories in Ravel. Previously the thought was if it works, and will inevitably get dirty on the road (or dented by the rogue), then why bother also making it pretty. Savile was just beginning to prove though that they could sew together adventuring pieces of both stylish form and deadly function. Yet, never having been on an adventure themselves, they occasionally missed the mark a bit. While a cloak which dazzled like the sun on command sounded like the perfect paladin accessory straight from the pages of Luna, it seemed to be a bit impractical given that each individual metallic scale not only clanked louder than the bell at sight of a storm, but also had the bad habit of reflecting the actual sun into the eyes of teammates at any unfortunate angle. It only took two or three of these mishaps before Savile decided (imagine this in your best Quimbleton voice) there is Research to be done!
So Savile sold off as much of their first failed line as they could, and set off to sea with Captain Crezzerin to waters unknown to find adventure of their own (we all know of course that in the end, adventure finds them -- heart of an adventurer -- defend your homeland and all that -- see the Fantasial Freeze records for the details).
