ER:Wilbur Hamael
From The Heretic Knowledge Vault
Wilbur Hamael is a non-player character in the Errant Road free-form role-playing game. Needless to say, he doesn't exist in the Poe-verse.
Mr. Hamael is the brother-in-law of the important NPC Father Egbert, whose mysterious disappearance following an upsetting crystal-ball call set all manner of events in motion. He lives with his wife Mildred and two children in the town of Heamish, a wide spot in the road between Saus and Emerylon. Unlike Mildred and Father Egbert, he's originally from somewhere in the general area of Heamish and Saus, although not from Heamish itself -- one thing (of several) that brands him something of an "outsider" in town.
His time on stage, although brief (so far), is highly significant because of a certain incident involving his son Jason. Mildred receives a visit from player character Argus Cleiviein and NPC Brother Miguel as they try to sort out just what happened to Father Egbert, and Wilbur, who's been working at a mine up on the rock formation known as the Sleeping Sexton, comes home for dinner just as things are breaking up. This comes just as a giant swamp beaver has tried to break into the house (and, presumably, eat the humans therein), only to be killed by a single word from young Jason -- who then proceeds to explain that he learned this noteworthy skill from his old man. This, it's fair to say, causes his house guests to treat him with some deference when he shows up. How he acquired this particular ability is a matter of some speculation at the moment.
He's been on the road for points unknown, after a clumsy attempt at misdirection. However, a small episode at the ruins of Centoriel has led to him being whisked off to the compound of the heretical (not to mention thoroughly nasty) Malletarians in the mountains of Farrel. He's managed to escape becoming the kind of human sacrifice that has gained the Malletarians their bad reputation, but was at risk of being incinerated by an erupting volcano. He seems to have escaped this, by way of a balloon found (improbably enough) among the trolls, but the balloon is now careening off into the boonies, bound for parts unknown. This fellow leads a hard life.
