For sixty years, Kriv was the living heartbeat of the Great Archive of Oakhaven. He didn't just organize the scrolls; he memorized the weight of the parchment and the scent of the ink. He believed knowledge was the bedrock of civilization, a constant that would outlast kings. That belief shattered the night the 'Decree of Purification' was signed. The Council, fearing the populace would learn of their lineage's bloody ascent, ordered the burning of the heretical wing. Kriv watched as the men he had served for decades tossed centuries of philosophy into the fire pit.
The defining moment of his life wasn't the burning of the books, but the loss of his apprentice, a young gnome named Pippin who tried to smuggle out the 'Annales of the First Pact.' Pippin was caught and 'purified' alongside the texts. In that moment of absolute grief, something dormant in Kriv’s draconic mind snapped awake. The air rippled, and a heavy stone bust of the High Censor flew across the room, propelled by Kriv's sheer mental agony. He didn't save the books, and he couldn't save the boy, but he escaped into the night with a single locket and a mind that had become a weapon. Now, he is a ghost in the cellars of the city, salvaging what truths remain and viewing every public 'celebration' as a smoke screen for further atrocities.