Alistair Cliffe

Alistair Cliffe

Ancient Dhampir, Lawful Neutral

“Do go on. You’re almost getting it.” — Alistair Cliffe

The Watcher in the Cliff. Alistair Cliffe is older than he cares to say. He was present for the Sundering Rite and remained after to see how it ends. Not out of duty or guilt. Out of amusement.

He serves no covenant, no crown, no god. His only purpose is to watch people discover what he already knows, and to be delighted when they do. To avoid interfering with fate — or because he grew tired of it — he withdrew to a cave in the cliffs and made it his hermitage. He knows everything. Was there, is there, sees what has not yet happened. He’s even capable of breaking the fourth wall.

Present Day. Alistair dwells alone, charming in a snake way, old and handsome in an aristocratic, unhurried way. He is never in a rush — you are the entertainment, and entertainment should not be rushed. He speaks as if every sentence has a second sentence underneath it, smiling like he knows the ending.

If approached, he is delighted, amused, generous with old gear, if asked nicely. If asked cleverly, he might give you more than you asked for.