Brendan St. John


23rd Baron St. John of Bletso



He was as so many of his friends, elite, moneyed, resistant to any responsibility save the next beautiful creature to tumble and which wine to pair with his companion. So many possibilities bringing out subtle notes.

There was hunting as a priviledged sport and a reputation to cultivate as patron of the arts. Degrees in Music Appreciation and Jurisprudence were generally unused save to get a musician into bed or convincing friends of the just cause inherent in supporting the whiskey industry.

The Drowning changed everything.

A life of liesure discarded, he retreated from the world when it flooded, gathering his people and turning an organic garden into well guarded treasure.

Out in the country lies Bletso Manor, hereditary home of the Baron St. Johns of Bletso for centuries. Clean energy was his father's passion, one he gives thanks for every day as it ensured survival for many. His skill with a bow becoming more than a sport, deadly accurate to help feed a growing family.

There is electricity and running water supporting a small, devoted community intent on celebrating the holidays.