Description
A figure stands here, and as you look at them, you first notice the
piercing gaze of the blue-green eyes that stare out from the face
of the man. He has a angular face that resembles that of an elf
imperfectly, and he has slightly-pointed ears that can be seen near
his shortly cut hair which show the he is at least half-human and
half-elf. As you look at his hair, you notice that it is nearly
stark white and that creates the realization that this man is not a
half-elf but a half-drow. His facial features are perfect in their
symmetry with his eyes being exactly the same distance from his
nose and his lips drawn tight in a stoic expression. He has no
imperfections on his face such as marring of his tan skin by cuts
or blemishes giving the impression that he takes great care to make
all of his appearance as perfect as it can be. He has a lithe body
while standing at approximately six foot tall and is not extremely
muscled for a half-human, although you can tell he is certainly in
great shape. Beneath his various armor, you can see black leather
that looks to be supple and soft giving him the maximum protection
from wear to his body from his protective equipment.
Role
Life and Death
Added Tue Feb 3 20:27:55 2026 at level 1:
A wail erupts from within the walls of the weapon merchant's dark
house, a newborn babe's cry that echoes and expands for the mass
gathering of servants to hear. What should be a joyous occasion,
the birth of new life, is far from the expected outcome and is
accented by the roar of a man, the weapon merchant, and then the
shriek of a woman's scream full of terror and pain. Noises that
sound like loud thumps begin, a sound that comes in rhythm like
the blows of a hammer upon anvil of a forge. As they continue,
the thumps become more muted and instead begin sounding as if
they are pounding into wet mud after a rainstorm and sounds like
the cracks are the only things heard that interrupt the pounding.
One of the servants standing outside the walls to the room where
the infant's wail came from rushes to the door and inside, only
to flee in terror after a moment with a babe in her arms, a child
with dark skin and slightly-pointed ears. As she rushes away, a
sharp crack ends the continual sounds that have been echoing from
within the room as the lifeless body of a naked and formerly
pregnant woman is tossed out of the door, her face broken and
bruised so badly that it can barely be identified and her arms
and legs mangled by broken bones. The servants gape in horror as
a man follows the body, his fists and body bloody and his face
full of rage and anger. He shouts once, and the massed servants
disappear at a full sprint leaving the man to gaze down at the
woman who bore the child from before.
The child named Pheothen, the half-drow boy, was the son of the
newest weapon merchant to the city of Galadon. He and his father
moved to Galadon a few years after the birth of Pheothen and word
was that an incident that occurred during his delivery was what
pushed them to make the move to the city. As the boy was told,
his mother was a drow who had met his father about a year before
the boy was born and his father fell deeply in love with her and
her beauty. What the boy's father was unaware of, though, was
her heritage. She had apparently taken great pains to hide her
heritage as a drow. The boy was told her skin was more pale
than most drow and her ears did not have the traditional points
to them that would have betrayed her heritage no matter what
she went through to hide them. Apparently, when the merchant
discovered this, he fell into a rage and exiled her from his
house, keeping the boy to raise him. The boy noticed, though,
that any time a servant or tutor told him this story, a look of
great sorrow moved across their face before being replaced with
the typical, stoic look that was normally seen. This was the
first signs that Pheothen had that his life was not what it
seemed at first glance.
Widsom and Agreements
Added Tue Feb 3 20:28:21 2026 at level 1:
Pheothen was provided all the learning one could ask in the form
of tutors and books that helped unlock his mind and gave him a
way to see the world beyond Galadon. He consumed knowledge like
a drowning man drinking water, always greedy for the next gulp
to teach him something new. He felt empowered by the additional
wisdom that learning provided and when he ran out of new books
to read or new subjects to ask questions about, he would return
to older information to make sure he committed it to memory. It
is no surprise that with a love of books and learning, he also
found that he greatly enjoyed numbers as well. His mind would
often pick out numbers for calculations, something that could be
viewed as a mantra as he walked around the grounds of the house
in Galadon, repeating the numbers and math to himself in a muted
whisper.
When Pheothen was old enough, he began learning of the business
of the purchase and sales of weapons as his father's son should
know. While he was trained in the use of weapons so that he
could better understand and explain their use to others, he did
not find a love of them that his father seemed to have. Nearly
every weapon his father picked up seemed to fit perfectly in
his hand and he would move through stances while twirling the
weapon about like a man who had trained for years in their uses.
While he understood the need to sell weapons to customers, the
boy much preferred to see the numbers that showed the amount of
weapons sold and the amount of gold that went along with their
sale and he felt a sanctity in the agreement between parties
that constituted the sale of an item such as a weapon.
The Sanctity of a Contract
Added Tue Feb 3 20:28:53 2026 at level 1:
Because of the unbreakable contract that a sale represented, the
boy would make a choice that would ultimately seal his fate. He
accompanied his father on what should have been a routine sale
to a wealthy merchant, yet the unexpected would ultimately be what
transpired this night. Meeting alone in the merchant's study, the
boy and his father took a expensive sword made of mithril that had
a hilt inlaid with jewels of emerald and ruby to sell to the man.
The merchant who was buying the sword had requested this specific
one, understanding that it would be costly in nature and that it
would take some time to find. The merchant looked over the sword
with a meticulous eye, confirming that it was the sword that he
sought, and then took a large bag out of his desk and placed it on
the desk in front of the boy's father with a satisfying jingle of
coins.
With a gleam of greed in his eyes, the father moved forward to the
edge of the desk and reached out with his left hand to take the
bag and its contents as payment for the sale of the weapon. Not
known to the merchant on the other side of the desk, though, was
that in the boy's father's right hand was a long dagger out of its
sheath, a dagger that swiftly flashed across the neck of the man
buying the sword, ending his life with a simple gurgle of blood
and air. His father caught the falling body with his left hand
and lowered it slowly to the desk so that it would not create any
noise to alert anyone near. Pheothen stared in disbelief at his
father as his father laid the knife on the desk and tied the bag
of gold to his belt. He swiftly moved behind the desk, avoiding
the dead merchant as best as possible to quickly look through the
drawers for any other valuables he could take. His eyes seemed
to glow green with powerful greed that filled him, though that
could have been what the boy's only thought he saw as he watched
his father in horror.
Justice and Vengeance
Added Tue Feb 3 20:29:41 2026 at level 1:
The boy began to feel an anger deep within him, one that gave
him a strength he had never felt before. He silently took his
father's dagger in his hand and for the first time, the weapon
felt right in his hand. He padded quietly around the desk to
where he was standing behind his father, tightened his grip on
his father's dagger, and then leaned down and with surgical
precision, sliced the hamstrings of the man who had helped give
him life. His father fell to his knees, shrieking in pain, and
tried to turn to grasp at his son. Swiftly, Pheothen danced out
of the way backwards while holding the knife in front of him.
As his father tried to crawl towards him, the boy sliced into
the flesh of his hands and arms. His father looked at his boy's
face and only saw a sneer of hate and anger, one that suddenly
filled the man with fear.
The boy spoke to his father with a very calm voice that was not
raised any further than it needed to be to be heard in the room.
He told him that this was justice and vengeance for breaking the
sacred and holy contract of the buying and selling of goods and
that the theft and murder that was committed here deserved to be
punished, including what would come next. The father spit at
his son, stating he had always hated him since the day he had
killed his mistress, the boy's mother on the day the boy was
born. He laughed, one weakened by loss of blood from the oozing
slashes across his body, that he vividly remembered beating her
to death and breaking her bones and enjoying the looks of shock
that his servants gave him as he threw her body from the birthing
room. The boy replied only by stalking closer to his father,
all the while not trusting himself to speak or he would allow the
anger he felt to escape and cause him to be a butcher. Reaching
down while swatting away the ineffectual blows of his severely
weakened father, he put the knife to his father's throat and in
one swift motion, ended his father's life as his father had done
to the merchant. Justice had been served.
The boy opened the door and called to the servants of the man
who was the merchant who owned this house. He had placed the
dagger on the merchant's desk, not bothering to try to remove the
blood from his body, and stood next to his father's body with his
arms behind his back in a position that looked much like military
attention. He told the servants who came to look in horror at
the gory sight within the merchant's office that they should send
for the Blood Tribunal. A time later, a Magistrate arrived and
questioned the boy about what had happened as the only survivor
of the grisly scene. Pheothen stated exact what had happened,
including every detail of murdering his own father and why he had
made the decision to do so. It was justice, he told the man of
the law, and he knew that the punishment for his action was his
own death as he had broken laws in murder himself.
Honesty and Order
Added Tue Feb 3 20:30:13 2026 at level 1:
The Magistrate listened the boy's story, nodding along to the
words with a stoic expression upon his face up until the point
where the boy seemed to willingly surrender his life. It seemed
a thought crossed the Magistrates mind at that point, especially
hearing that the boy was seeking to serve justice for a broken
contract against a man who had himself committed murder and
that the boy was correct and he did commit murder, no matter
what the intentions were, and that there was a punishment that
was involved with this. Instead of taking his life, though, the
Magistrate stated that he was going to make a contract with the
boy. The boy would enter the orphanage of Balator until he was
of age, and at that point, he would enter the adventurer's halls
and ultimately seek a place as a Magistrate within the halls of
the Blood Tribunal. This would be his punishment, a life of
destroying the criminals who broke the laws of civilization.
The boy nodded his head in acquiescence knowing that acceptance
of the judgment was the only right thing he could do now.
The boy continued his studies in the orphanage, although in much
less splendor than his earlier youth. Unlike other boys, he never
engaged in cruelty to the other orphans, instead protecting them
from the bullying of others. To the bullies, though, he was a
monster in retribution, always willing to use the maximum force
needed in response to the crime. During his quiet time, he would
continue to speak numbers to himself and think of how he would
serve the ways of Order that the Blood Tribunal represented. He
found himself very often walking to the temple of Balator, often
spending as much time there as he did in the orphanage in study,
and found that deep within his soul, the way of the priest was
his. As he came of age, he said a prayer to the god of contracts
and left Balator, returning to his home of Galadon and beginning
his journey as a war-priest in service of Nycruvae and order.
Musings on the life of Pheothen
Added Mon Mar 16 17:40:58 2026 at level 51:
As Pheothen sits in the Magistrate's library in the Spire, he
thinks back on his past. He considers what the Spire was when
he became a Magistrate, completing the first contract he made
with the Magistrate he had reported his crime to so long ago.
While Pheothen could not remember the person who brought him
within the Spire, he could remember the Magistrate's surname who
he went to so long ago. His name was Magistrate Valystran, and
even though Pheothen was not related to him directly, he felt as
if he was the true father to Pheothen's path. Because of that,
Pheothen determined he was going to take up the surname of the
former Magistrate.
Pheothen also considered all the things that had happened to
him as he moved his way from a Magistrate of Seantryn Modan to
holding the position of Provost of the Blood Tribunal. He saw
that others did not always agree with his methods, yet rarely
did that cause him any concern or grief as he was entirely sure
of his choices and his work. The contract that Pheothen made
with the Emperor was directly meant to defend the Spire from the
machinations and threats of the former Magistrate and current
Dread Lord Quillan, yet those who were the most targeted by the
vampyre could not see what the goal was. Did this deter the
Provost, though? No. Let others question and disagree with
Pheothen... they were better for it overall.
Lastly, Pheothen did gain the blessing of the Divine Nycruvae,
yet he felt over the course of the first two meetings that he
struggled with the questions that the Divine Nycruvae posed to
him at times. These questions often caused Pheothen to take
more time to consider the answer than it seemed like Divine
Nycruvae wanted to wait, and while this caused Pheothen distress
at his failure to answer quickly enough, he determined that he
would not give up on his faith and he would continue to learn
and find contracts to give for the Chained Ledger even if he
fails at times on the way.
PK Wins
Feb 7, 2026 |Lv 18|Forest of Prosimy|Aujucha vs 2: [21] Malthis (100%, pierce), [18] Pheothen (0%)
Feb 17, 2026|Lv 41|Outskirts of Galadon|Guinavieve vs 2: [41] Pheothen (8%), [39] Leorhauve (91%, slash)
Feb 20, 2026|Lv 49|Galadon|Draekenhurr vs 2: [49] Pheothen (88%, hit), [36] Aegus (11%)
Feb 21, 2026|Lv 51|Galadon|Guinavieve vs 1: [51] Pheothen (100%, bite)
Feb 23, 2026|Lv 51|Mortorn|Guinavieve vs 2: [51] Pheothen (0%), [47] Leorhauve (100%, slice)
Feb 23, 2026|Lv 51|Galadon|Zindanohf vs 3: [50] Leorhauve (43%, slash), [51] Pheothen (35%), [51] Malthis (20%)
Mar 4, 2026 |Lv 51|Galadon|Elless vs 1: [51] Pheothen (100%, poison)
Mar 5, 2026 |Lv 51|Forest of Prosimy|Athnelis vs 3: [51] Pheothen (22%, torments), [51] Leorhauve (53%), [51] Malthis (23%)
Mar 7, 2026 |Lv 51|The Forgotten Island|Mungum vs 4: [51] Dexamus (0%), [51] Malthis (6%), [51] Pheothen (93%, slash), [50] Snakho (0%)
Mar 7, 2026 |Lv 51|Galadon|Baltinar vs 1: [51] Pheothen (100%, torments)
Mar 9, 2026 |Lv 51|The Jade Mountains|Mungum vs 2: [51] Leorhauve (26%, defilement), [51] Pheothen (73%)
Mar 11, 2026|Lv 51|Forest of Prosimy|Zlaa vs 2: [51] Pheothen (34%, torments), [51] Leorhauve (65%)
Mar 11, 2026|Lv 51|Galadon|Teil vs 3: [51] Salehana (6%, KB), [51] Leorhauve (32%), [51] Pheothen (60%)
Mar 11, 2026|Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Teil vs 3: [51] Leorhauve (14%), [51] Pheothen (62%, torments), [51] Salehana (22%)
Mar 15, 2026|Lv 51|The Spire of the Blood Tribunal|Mungum vs 2: [51] Pheothen (57%, torments), [51] Malthis (42%)
Mar 29, 2026|Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Masivul vs 2: [51] Pheothen (71%, torments), [51] Zindlup (28%)
Apr 6, 2026 |Lv 51|Feanwyyn Weald|Zindanohf vs 2: [51] Zindlup (9%), [51] Pheothen (90%, claw)
Apr 7, 2026 |Lv 51|Feanwyyn Weald|Thessereia vs 1: [51] Pheothen (100%, torments)
Apr 10, 2026|Lv 51|The Outlander Refuge|Nimriel vs 2: [39] Sunossa (89%, bleeding), [51] Pheothen (10%)
Apr 10, 2026|Lv 51|The Grove|Baltinar vs 2: [51] Pheothen (37%), [51] Malthis (62%, torments)