Muroth the Master of Vision, Kingpin of Galadon

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Chapter 10

1) Muroth is true neutral. He is not biased by morality nor politics.
That which is good for Muroth is "good". That which is bad for Muroth is
"evil".

2) Muroth lusts for things he can't, or shouldn't have. While this may
include women (especially the married variety), it also extends to power.
He is not inherently greedy, however. He knows his limits and prefers
quality over quantity in most things.

3) Muroth does not know that Daytis betrayed him to the Magistrates. He
assumes it was nothing more than sloppy work coupled with bad luck. Because
of this he still uses the surname O'Dael to honour the closest thing to a
father that he ever had. It's important to note that his relationship with
Daytis was never "personal." And in his (and his mother's) death he mourns
the loss of opportunity as much as the loss of the individual.

4) The above sentiment, coupled with his odd upbringing leaves him incapable
of "normal" relationships. While he is very good with his words, and a
powerful lover he never "wants" for anything more than the moment. He is
fundamentally incapable of interacting with people on that deep of a level.
While Daytis was impotent physically, you could say that Muroth is impotent
emotionally.

5) Magic is very important to Muroth as he views it as a gateway to something
greater than himself. He will help mages when he can as he views it as a
business investment. He will also kill every Battlerager he can.

6) While he wishes to become a Nexun it is an entirely selfish venture. He
recognizes the importance of balance between the light and the dark, the
lawful and the chaotic for business reasons. However he views enforcing such
as more of a job than a passion. As for the veil he will keep it as thin as
he possibly can at all times.

7) While he worships Daevryn he is also intimidated by the stories he has
heard of the Lord. He will wait to approach him until he feels he is worthy
of the divine audience.

8) His hatred of the Magistrates and Outlanders is not completely personal
despite his past. He views both world views as extremely detrimental to
business. He views both as a far greater threat than light and dark to his
own personal goals.

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Chapter 9

The next day Muroth came to terms with his situation. He wrongly thought
that the Outlanders were the reason why Daytis had not sent for him.
He knew that he had to do something. His lust was not just for flesh, but
also for influence. He had felt it's power in prison, and he desired more.
He remembered hearing someone speak of the Lord of Earth, Daevryn. He knew
the imposing Lord stood as a patron for the strong. Those who stood out
from the rest. Muroth tried to find a temple dedicated to the Lord, but
quickly realized that those who carry his faith worship through their
actions, manifesting their will, not at an altar. He swore to himself
that he would build a reputation worthy of the Lord's attention.

Also he knew to obtain what he desired he would need wealth, a powerful
influence, a fearful reputation, and magic. Looking back on his time
studying in the Sultan's prison he decided to dedicate his life, at least
for now, to maintaining the balance that was "good for business." He
would pledge his blade to the Nexus as soon as he was prepared.

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Chapter 8

Muroth was confused as to why Daytis never sent for him. He was still
completely oblivious to the betrayal, his mother's murder, and everything
that occured in the week before his capture. All he knew was he wanted
answers. When he passed through the meadow and down the road toward the
O'Dael Inn, he saw something that shocked him. The foundation of the Inn
still stood, but the rest was nothing more than charred remains.

Further confused he headed down to the nearest brothel. After having his
first woman since his imprisonment, he sought out for answers. He found
the wood-elf (his "first") working near the bar. She looked upon him like
she was seeing a ghost. "What happened?" He inquired. "Oh... Muroth, it was
horrible. The Outlanders came to "free" us, nevermind that none of us
wanted to be free... they killed the men, burned the Inn."

"And what of Daytis? Mother?" Muroth asked.
"Daytis was beheaded. I never saw your mother... I assume she perished in
the blaze. Where have you been all this time??" she asked.

Muroth didn't answer. He simply rose and wandered out, drunken into the
dark.

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Chapter 7

Muroth used his influence to get a position in the kitchen. He worked for a
few weeks as a cook and then smuggled a spoon back into his cell. His new
cell mate laughed. "Whatcha gonna do with that, fool? Dig?" The halfbreed
warrior had long bragged of killing mages attempting to gain favour with the
Ragers. Given that the kitchen knives were counted daily by the staff, Muroth
was forced instead to sharpen the handle of the spoon to a point, which he
used to stab the warrior to death.

Another prisoner, a singer who was apprehended at the same time as the now
dead warrior watched in horror. "Dig?" Muroth said, "No. This will be much
easier. He turned and tossed the bloody spoon to the Singer, who's mouth
still hung open in awe. "Guard!" Muroth yelled, before turning back to the
singer. "Give your comrades in the Village my regards, if they don't hang
you, that is." When the two guards rushed in the cell to club the still
speechless bard, Muroth simply slipped past them silently and disappeared
into the shadows. He'd plotted his escape for many months and he ran his
path swiftly. He soon found himself on the docks, sneaking into a ship
bound for the Crystal Island. He didn't know where that was, and he didn't
care. He took a deep breath and found that he felt a lot like he did after
sinking his dagger into the back of the debtor at the Western Crossroads so
many years earlier. "That was almost too easy."

He watched in silence as they sailed away from Hamsah's docks. He'd been an
unwilling citizen for far too long and he figured it was best if he didn't
step foot back in the Sultanate for a few years, if not longer, to avoid
recapture.

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Chapter 6

Muroth never saw it coming. He knew nothing of his mother's untimely death.
He didn't know that Daytis knew of his extra income. Most importantly he
didn't know that the convoy that approached were lawmen disguised as
merchants.

When Muroth and his small band of men did their usual ambush they were met
by blades and magic. The battle was swift, to the say the least, and when
it was over all the thugs lie dead except for Muroth, who given his wounds
wished he was dead. He lost consciousness and when he woke he was in a
cell, surrounded by the lowest of Theran society.

Days turned into weeks as Muroth expected to be set free. Surely Daytis
would bribe someone in Hamsah Mu'tazz to release him? Or send men to dig
a tunnel to freedom? Something? Anything?

It took months before he lost faith in freedom and decided to make the best
of his situation. He could handle having to live in a dirty, sometimes
crowded cell. He could even stomach the horrible food and low rations of
water. What he could not handle was the empty cot they called a bed, and
the clouded mind that accompanied chastity.

As time went on Muroth became a popular man in the prison. He was able to
work deals with some of the guards to get contraband inside which he'd trade
for whatever he could, and then he'd trade that for something else, and that
for something else, and then finally that for a favour. Within a few months
he had most of the prison (including some guards) owing him something or
other. He did everything he could to take his mind off his lust. Pleasuring
himself just seemed to make matters worse, so instead he studied.

Books were not easy to come by inside a prison, however due to the favours
he was owed he soon amassed a small library in his cell and the stack of
books quickly rose higher than his cot. He preferred to study history but
also economics. He began to understand two things very clearly:

1) Daytis was right, unnecessary bloodshed was bad for business. He noticed
how supply shipments were affected historically by the Fortress of Light
dominating Thera. How travel was affected by the Outlanders laying in
wait at every corner. And how the true arts of crime were squashed under
the boot of "Lawful" dominance. Balance was not only "good for business" it
was often essential.

2) Magic was not only powerful, it was profitable. It's ability to grant
travel and unnatural abilities aside, it was simply a gold producing market.
Potions, scrolls, wands all these things while fascinating to a mage, was
simply profitable to Muroth. His historical studies also gave him a low
opinion of the BattleRagers. While he didn't know as much of them then as
he would in the future, he knew from a glance that their near-sightedness
was bad for business.

When the months turned to years, and all his books were read, Muroth decided
it was time to go home.

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Chapter 5

Muroth's mother always longed for more than she had. It was part of this
greedy lust that brought her to this life. She figured a few years of
whoring herself to every paying customer would allow her to seduce a
wealthy man into making her his wife. Or at the very least supply enough
coin to gain the glamorous life she desired. None of this was true, of
course.

Furthermore she was getting older and losing her figure (yet another thing
she blamed her only son for). Which meant her days as an "earner" were
severly numbered. It was this stress and desperation that brought her
to Daytis' office, where she told him about all the whispering in the
brothel of the experienced and amazing lover named Muroth. How some of
the women were even ashamed that they once helped raise the boy and now
he dominated most of their spare thoughts.

Daytis felt threatened when he thought Muroth was capable of doing his
"job" better than him. But now the boy was doing the one thing the Kingpin
couldn't. He was pleasuring women, and a lot of them. The rage overcame
Daytis, he saw red, a red even brighter than his own aura. In a rage he
pinned Muroth's mother to the floor and attempted to rape her, another
chapter in his lifelong book of over-compensation. However when his
"condition" once again reared it's ugly head he instead bashed her skull
in with a small statue of Lord Enlilth.

Exhausted and covered in the blood of the old harlot he was once again
calm and calculating. He had to do something, as he knew this would end
badly for him. He knew the boy had been working as a highwayman behind
his back, and now he had his way to get rid of him once and for all. It
would however require breaking his third rule. He had the corpse burned,
and a missive sent for Galadon, posted to the Blood Tribunal and unsigned.

He sat back and enjoyed a glass of whiskey, still covered in blood. For
the first time in a long time he felt truly relieved. Like a weight had
been lifted off his shoulders. He would be free of the boy, and all that
reminded him of his only apprentice.

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Chapter 4

Muroth remembers very clearly the day he began to "change". The first
hairs began to appear where there were none before. The women of the
brothel (who he often saw nude as a child) suddenly interested him. He
found his work as a thief becoming much harder to accomplish as his mind
was always fixated on one thing and one thing alone: the burning in his
loins.

Muroth had always been a smooth talker. He used his natural manipulative
abilities to get out of a few tough spots in his past. He had also used
it to extract information from marks that O'Dael had given him. But it
was on a dark, stormy night that he found the best use for his silver
tongue.

The brothel was empty, not many had braved the storm to the isolated
tavern. Muroth was in the back with a young wood-elf who had been
essentially forced into the life of a harlot. She spilled her story
and while it did not interest him in the slightest he used his wordcraft
to find his way into her bed. He ravaged her time and time again leaving
them both exhausted in a puddle of sweat. For the first time in a long
time Muroth felt relaxed and able to concentrate. The next few nights
were the best of his young career as a thief. He robbed, spied, and even
began to make a few contacts of his own, setting up highway robberies of
supplies headed for Dagdan. The sex (which was becoming more frequent,
not only with the wood-elf, but also with other prostitutes in the
brothel), the extra income, and the fact that Muroth was using the
surname "O'Dael" were all unknown to Daytis.

Muroth saw him as a father figure, and cared for him as much as their
business relationship would allow. His secrecy was not malicious, but
rather necessary. He wanted to surprise the old Kingpin with extra
payments of respect, and with the reptuation (long lusted after by all
thieves) the success would bring to the O'Dael name.

Daytis, on the other hand, was beginning to fear that Muroth was
attempting to usurp him. This paranoia was unfounded, however a life
at the "top" of the West had made him quick to jump to conclusions.
Many men had been killed unnecessarily in the past because of this.
He couldn't have Muroth killed though, could he? His red aura kept
him from "loving" the boy as his own, but he had invested so much
time and coin into the boy as a project that it would be bad business
to just throw it all away.

He was concerned for his position, after all. He was not enraged.
Not yet, at least. Not until Muroth's mother came to speak with him.

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Chapter 3

As Muroth aged he spent more time with the Kingpin (as he liked
to call himself) than he did with his own mother. Despite being a
tender age Muroth could see that his mother thought little of him.
Afterall he was nothing more than an accident to her. Daytis on
the other hand saw the son, and apprentice that he could never
naturally have, given his "condition".

Daytis taught Muroth in the ways of thievery early. His first
lesson was a simple one: anything you want, take. The second lesson
was a bit more complicated: Violence is a tool. The best crime is
the one where the victim doesn't know he is a victim. Reserve
shedding blood for the appropriate times. The third lesson was
blunt: Never help the Magistrates. If you are "caught" never admit
anything. If you have a problem with a rival thief, kill him. Never
turn him over to the "authorities".

Armed with these three lessons Muroth was ready for more practical
experience. He started by picking the pockets of customers in the
brothel. While this was not "good for business" O'Dael allowed it
because the drunkards Muroth targetted would not remember losing
a few silver here and there between the drinks and women.

The brothel also hosted politicians and other men you'd not expect
to find in the halls of a whore house. Daytis taught Muroth the art
of stealth and spying, both of which Muroth took too well. Supplying
the "Kingpin" with all the information he needed to further manipulate
the upper caste.

Then finally when the time came Muroth shed blood for his "father." A
man had not paid his gambling and bar debts. When O'Dael learned that
the man was planning on moving to Galadon (under the watchful eye of
the Tribunal) he dispatched Muroth to end him. Muroth hid in the
shadows of the the road near the Western Crossroads and when the
man came by he stepped out and put a dagger in his back. The adrenaline
from the situation was almost crippling, yet when it was over it seemed
almost too easy.

Muroth, however, was not as cruel as the aging Kinpin. While Daytis'
aura pulled a dull red Muroth did not have one. He viewed the world
through unbiased eyes. That which was profitable and enjoyable for him
was "good". That which was hindering, or painful was "evil." This
"alignment" (or lack thereof) made him a far more successful businessman
(and thief) than Daytis and the old Kingpin knew it. The boy he'd raised
in his image was becoming the man that he feared the most.

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Chapter 2

Muroth's origins are simple and unflattering. His mother was
a prostitute in a small, yet popular brothel in the west (near
Dagdan). Muroth's mother was not sure who the father of her
unplanned child was as it could have been any of her customers.

Fearing for her career (and potentially her life) she told her
employwer, a crude and brutal man named Daytis O'Dael of her
"problem" but promised him that she would find a way to "end"
it and not cause any interuption to her earnings.

While this (all too common) "problem" normally would have
enraged the sexually impotent Kingpin, it came at an unusual
time where O'Dael was pondering future opportunities. He
instructed the harlot to have her child, and that he would
help her raise the child (in exchange for a larger share of her
profits, of course).

And so Muroth was born into the brothel. The son of a whore, and
apprentice to the Puppetmaster of the West.

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Chapter 1

Name: Muroth O'Dael.
Caste: Merchant (commoner).
Sphere: Lust
Alignment/Ethos: True Neutral.
Family: Mother was a prostitute, father unknown. Only child.
Worships: Daevryn
Likes: Wealth, women, magic, "business" (ie. crime), combat.
Dislikes: Battleragers, Paladins, Drows, Magistrates, Outlanders.


For the sake of organization the remainder of the role will be
split into three parts. Any chapter marked "story" will be
background into Muroth's life. Any chapter marked "notes" will
be cliffnotes from the story highlighting Muroth's behaviour
and beliefs. And finally all chapters marked "Update" will be
additional information on Muroth's adventures and development.

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