NPC Focus - Lord Gy Lévesque

Lord Gy Lévesque stands as both the iron hand and steady conscience of the Royal City Guard, serving as chief magistrate of Ville des Marie. He is a man defined by restraint and precision - one who adheres to the letter of the law without hesitation or compromise. Titles, coin, and influence carry no weight in his court, a fact that has earned him quiet resentment among the city’s elite. Yet in a place as volatile and tangled as Ville des Marie, that same rigidity has proven not only valuable, but necessary.

His rise to prominence came early, and violently. Still in his late twenties, then only a sergeant, Lévesque found himself thrust into command during the disastrous assault led by Papa Abélard Delacroix. When Lord Tristram Fabre fell in the opening moments, it was Lévesque who stepped forward without ceremony. He took up his commander’s greatsword, rallied the fractured lines, and imposed order where panic had begun to take hold. Under his direction, the undead horde was not merely repelled, but utterly broken.

In the years since, Lévesque has become a constant presence within the city - either within the disciplined confines of the Royal Barracks or walking its streets with deliberate purpose. He is not a distant magistrate, nor one content to rule from behind a desk. He sees the city firsthand, absorbing its rhythms, its tensions, its quiet truths.

And yet, there are moments where the man steps out from behind the title. At Le Café du Ris de Veau, he can sometimes be found seated alone with a cup of bitter black coffee and a small indulgence of beignets. These moments are brief and understated, but they reveal a quieter facet of him - one not softened, but simply at rest.

Even then, few find him easy to approach. There is a weight to his presence, carried most clearly in his gaze. It is not supernatural, nor touched by magic, yet it unsettles all the same - a stare that seems to strip away pretense and lay bare intention. Lévesque is a man who understands people with uncomfortable accuracy, reading motive and impulse with a clarity that makes deception feel not just difficult, but futile.

Lord Lévesque's troops.