Jonathan Chess (01) - Pawn to Andorra
Jon Chess - Agent of Cheese The first thing that the fellow commonly known as Jon Chess noticed when led his mule through the East Gate road from the village of Escaldes was the taint in the air - not that he was not accustomed to the scents of an active, vibrant town. The smell of hides scraped and tanning, the fertilizer in the fields, the scent of dead fish in various stages of decomposition - useful as plant nutrient when no longer fit nor safe for human consumption. He was even accustomed to the odor of a forge; steam, the air itself burnt by hot iron, and the stale sweat of the blacksmith and his apprentices. That might not be such a bad job, given the location. His nose would even forgive burned incense and scented candles from the local Church of the Holy Light. No, this was a taint of Darkness, of the antithesis of everything the Church of the Holy Light stood for, even those Churches in Andorra which had fallen into error when t...