Revenmar was not far away from the Copper Hall when he got Lord Nostromo's summons, as he did not have much to do really. Sure, the Ragnavault was on high alert after the worlds shifted but had this place not been built for protection in the first place? The Syndicate was a banking clan, and you could not be a banking clan if you had no means of protecting your investments and stock. The thought was amusing to him, it had been five days but nothing had really been happening besides the chaos of the shift, which was minor to him. The Supreme Ones were the people that he worried for the most, for they had to take the brunt of this change themselves. He had tried to help, but felt that he was only getting in the way, so he simply walked the halls, always on patrol. Lord Dagartopoli was one of the guilds protectors and it only seemed fitting if he took on the job that his creator once did. He found that it was boring and on the sixth day, he needed something to do, before complete boredom overtook him and this might be the chance.

On the day everything changed, and YGGDRASIL became the new world, Revenmar had been in his creator's room, unwavering as usual. It was if he had awoken from a long dull slumber, completely aware of everything that had ever happened to him. The first thing he did was actually explore his creator's room, for he knew Lord Dagartopoli was gone from this world, perhaps never returning. He touched each object as delicately as his large hands could, he did not want to be the one to break his creator's personal belongings. His gaze finally found a painting of his old Lord, majestic and beautiful as ever, hanging above the fireplace and when he looked at it, he felt a deep longing. Those other NPC's that lost their creators could at least count themselves lucky, as a group of Supreme Beings stayed behind, much to his enthusiasm. They had decided to stay, even in the face of the very end, and for that he was completely and utterly devoted to them.

He had left the room, most likely not to return to it, as he it was only a reminder of what never would be. Revenmar would uphold his creator's principles, Dagartopoli had created him to protect the weak from evil and to smite the forces of the undead. Being in a guild where half of the members were heteromorphic, complicated this duty. He truly wanted to kill them all but was also completely devoted to the Supreme Beings who were monsters, that he found himself unable to act. He could say the same about the other NPC's that were hetermorphic, he could not touch them because they were the Supreme Beings creations and if he did harm them, he would inadvertently harm the Supreme Beings. Revenmar was in a state of confusion those following days after the shift. Many a time he would brandish his sword, when he saw a hetermorphic, but then would sheath it. Eventually he finally came to terms that apart of himself will always have animosity towards those that are heteromorphic but at the same time, he has a deep respect for them, which prevents him from doing harm, for now.

He did not really care if the meeting was in an hour, so he arrived early and went to stand beside his old creator's chair. He moved his hand up an down the chair, stroking the cold stone. Another memory of a time long gone. As more people began to arrive, he bent the knee. This was his place, a subordinate to those much greater then he was and he would remain in this position until called upon. When Lady Pastry arrived and did her small display, a smile crept on his face behind his helmet. There was one Supreme Being that he would follow anywhere but Lord Toasty was the one that he would die for without hesitation. His face became flushed, to be in the presence of such powerful beings, was truly a wonderful thing, even if half of them were inherently evil.