Savomevadra is one of seven component souls of the 3rd Circle demon Orabilis.  In her role as his Insight Soul, she is tasked with retrieving esoteric knowledge with which to fill the End of All Wisdom’s glass libraries.  While Orabilis’ eyes roam Malfeas, seeing and recording all there is to see and record, Savomevadra is a bloodhound of information – sniffing out lore and consuming its source.  All the knowledge eaten by the Tireless Repositor is part and parcel of Orabilis.

In form, she resembles a ray-like creature, some 30' from wing-tip to wing-tip.  On her sluglike underside is a huge, toothy orifice, and she bears three nimble lashing tails, each tipped with stained bronze barbs that drip paralytic venom.  The skin of her wings and back is a pleasant reticulated pattern of cream, tan, and parchment – pleasant until one realizes that each blot on her hide is a distorted human face.  Twelve crimson-irised human eyes blink and glare from her spine.

Summoned in the dying days of the First Age by a mad Zenith who desired the perfect author/guardian for his glass library, Savomevadra has spent a millenium snacking on the souls of treasure-hunters and fools.  She hungers – HUNGERS – for some real knowledge to consume.

A sneeringly condescending, Creation-hating servant to the exaltation now bound to a child.  Manipulative, by turns cold, sullen, and raging.  A peerless student of all things knowable, and the guardian of perhaps the finest glass library placed at the behest of my oversoul: Orabilis, the End of All Wisdom.

Bound by sorcery to the Exaltation of a Zenith-caste solar: in this new, sorrowful age that spark has been corrupted, and is now manifest as the Midnight-caste Abyssal Exalt known as Black Sun Censure.