Phaedrus Sathmantes

Phaedrus Sathmantes is the Patriarch of the Sathmantes clan and a Magister of Lys. He is the firstborn of Irryrio Sathmantes. He has several siblings and children with his Drahar wife, Sabitha: Theron, Cassander and Isidora, two of whom are magisters in their own right.

Phaedrus is a man born into a slowly, but surely, dissolving House that was rife with internal strife. After a short conflict to secure his rightful place after the death of his Father, his ambition for greatness has given way to the reinstatement of the Sathmantes clan in the higher Lysene society during his twenty-year rule. Many have learned to know, respect and fear the name of the man who was ready to challenge Targaryen dominance. But, is that where his ambition will stop?

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Appearance and Character
Phaedrus is tall and slender, with a long neck that is supported by thin and pointy shoulders. He possesses many of the traits associated with Lys and the Valyrians of old. His skin is slightly pale, though with a tint of old orange. His white-blonde receding hair matches well with his deep dark blue eyes, eyes that make some suspect him of being a bastard. His high cheekbones are close to his naturally furrowed brows, and make ample room for a wide array of wrinkles that cover his face, gathered with age. His lips are stiff and always look parched and his face is always shaven and presentable. He possesses a naturally loud and deep voice that is often reserved for special occasions but is stone cold in nature.

While not a man with a passion for fancy jewellery, Phaedrus keeps up an eminent appearance with silks and velvet only made in the Kingdom of the Three Daughters. Their colour is always that of his Family and Lys and an insignia of his rank and clan always stays on him.

What is one word to best describe him: Ambitious. Pure unfiltered ambition has been the sole object of his life. Rising from the streets to become one of the most powerful Magisters in the Kingdom of the Three Daughters. He is proud of himself and his accomplishments, believing no one can even dare match them. His ambition is such that even his Uncle was sold into slavery in order to finance his goals. If not understood until this point, Phaedrus is intelligent and spent a lot of his youth learning from the failures his family suffered. He is astute and shrewd, his understanding of Essos politics has earned him a cemented spot on the Conclave of the Kingdom and his business sense has seen his Clan involved in many trades. (Such as slaves, textiles and even poison).

As his age advanced, he has slowly started becoming more ruthless and controlling, for even he knows there is an end to the road at some point. Even his own siblings were chosen their path in the way Phaedrus envisioned it. He prefers not wasting words, letting his deeds talk instead, for in his own words: “All know of when the Salamander talks.” Even his children never get the affection one might argue they should receive.

A daring man whose shown it when being on the forefront of seizing the Targaryens’ of Lys’ assets and the formation of the Triarchy, he has made just as many enemies as he has friends. He has a hand in a variety of businesses, being the first of his Clan to become involved in ship protection, just to name one example. Nevertheless, some of his most noteworthy actions could not help but secure enemies with nobles and poor alike. But, Phaedrus has been slowly buiding a vast network of connections and blackmail, most acquired through the frequent visits Nobles give to his (and his son's) Pillow Houses, that ensures no one tries any funny business.

Phaedrus is right handed and despises carrying arms or armour, preferring his power and rank being his shields. But, he surrounds himself with many guards when journeying, for it is foolish to be blind to danger.

Early Life
Phaedrus Sathmantes was born in the Free City of Lys in 366AC., the same year in which The Half-Blood Incursion happened. His father was Irryrio Sathmantes, patriarch of the Sathmantes Merchant family. and his wife Isadela. Though, some suspects he is a bastard from some random love slave due to his unnatural, for the clan, deep blue eyes. How much this is true is uncertain, though there was never any evidence for this. The child did not cry during its birth, but just stayed so silent they thought him dead. But, who could knew this was just a warning of who he would become. His youth was shaped by the desegregation of his House during the Dothraki Slave Merchant Crisis, where his father unwisely bought several hundred Dothraki slaves, only for them to pillage the Family Holdings, murder his aunt and leave with several chests of Gold. It was only their need to be sailed back to Essos that saved the Clan from facing total destruction. Phaedrus, years later, would begin suspecting it was secretly his Uncle, Vogo, who convinced his father to make such a stupid investment in an effort to increase his own power. Thankfully the Iron Bank gave enough loans to keep the House within the Magestry, if only in name. His youth was shaped by this and many such events. The Clan faced mismanagement on all levels. The Slaves refused to do the bidding of their masters, the slave masters could not even properly hold a whip. He once, at the age of 12, chastised a slaver for selling them ‘used’ merchandise. A serious insult to the mine’s honour and pride, but he was a friend of Irryio and the boy was quickly given a slap on the cheek, to which he simply replied: “If you only hit the slaves as you hit me, I might inherit something when you die.” He was, never in good terms with his father since that day.

With the birth of his brothers and sisters, Phaedrus was forced to put more and more effort into their care, as his father neglected them to suit his own needs and ‘nighttime adventures’. (I stand corrected, there is indeed some reason for one thinking him to be a bastard) He began working to earn coin, much to the dismay of many richer families. Stable work, cleaning ships. The most memorable of jobs he had was being the ward of a travelling textile merchant called Syrias K’chicas. His father would not approve of this, so he did not ask permission. He spent two years with him in Volantis and only came to Lys periodically for more stock.

Volantis the Teacher
Volantis was…a strange city for a fourteen-year-old. The air was humid and the heat was unbearable, “Such was not the weather in my fine Lys.” Phaedrus once proclaimed. The textile merchant did not possess any fancy home in the city, so he had to resort to living in small quarters with little to no ventilation. These are the days in which he acquired his quite non-local, for Lys, permanent old orange tan. More importantly, Phaedrus was truly exposed to the most important asset in the Essos economies: The slave market. The slaves outnumbered the free man by 5 to 1, yet there was never any fear of rebellion.

Each slave knew his place, knew his duty, and knew what punishment awaited him should he disobey. The tattoos…what better way to show them their place. Phaedrus was truly fascinated, and annoyed at the same time, for their slaves would so openly disobey their master…And the masters…Oh, how glorious they were in their positions of power. Phaedrus was of a merchant clan after all, despite their failures, the name still should have had weight. Yet, once when trying to enter a triarchs home to give his respects, he got thrown into a dung cart by the guards… No, he would not allow it. He would not allow any of this. Any free time he could muster, he would spend with any slave master he could find. Any knowledge Syrias could give, he would drink up. “Do I have a fly tattooed on my cheek? Then I would not allow any to treat my name in such a way, ever again.”

These are also the years in which he would a man who would soon become one of his most valuable business partners: Kradahr zo Ghasho. While the man was 4 years his senior, Phaedrus could see the ambition in his eyes. The youth, depending on the point of view, was already trying to start his own trade. “In time, when I have my Family’s assets, I will see to return and make profitable business with you.” Kradahr at first laughed and told him to get lost. While some might consider an insult worthy of taking a head, Phaedrus would indeed return to Volantis 12 years later to begin a profitable business in which Kradahr zo Ghasho became the Family’s main slave trader in Central Essos for many decades to come. Feeling satisfied with his accomplishments, how small they may be, he decided it was time to return to his kin.

A Time of Transition
His father would have tried to chastise the boy upon his return, but spoke no words after Phaedrus put a big sack of coin in his arms. “Now father, you shall listen. From this point on you will leave me to my own affairs, for I shall not see my Family crumble.” Phaedrus quickly took an active role in whatever position was available, much to the annoyance of his Uncle…who just saw an ambitious brat. (To his credit: He was half-right) He spent several of the next years in his life travelling to various locations, such as Braavos, Pentos and even Dorne. (where he would trade in textiles, given slavery is outlawed) The coin he earned would be withheld from the Family treasure, besides a small ‘share’ for appearances. All he earned he would invest. Given the almost lack-there-of ships in the Sathmantes navy since the Sothymos expedition a century ago, he would buy his own. Besides this, he would also invest in the education of his siblings. His brother Joraro, never being much of a trader, would be sent to receive an education in military matters in Braavos where he would spend the next half a decade. Phaedrus would rarely visit him, only to give some coin and news on recent developments. “If father shall not make you worth something, then I will.” Around the age of 21, his travels would see him reach the Magnificent City of Myr. There one day he would meet a Drahar gal. Observing from her expensive clothing and fancy jewellery that she is a woman of wealth, he quickly showcased three of his most prized love slaves to her, even offering a free demonstration for “One of such…fine tastes.” Only the three-headed god knows how a relationship that started this way would transition into the two marrying less than a year later. The marriage was odd in more way than this, for it was rare for a Lysene to marry from outside the city, let alone within a city (Such as Myr) with which they had frequent tensions. Some would dare argue that this was one of the first actions that slowly brought the Three Cities to form the Triarchy again, but this is more nonsense and flattery than much else. But, one cannot argue of the massive dowry Phaedrus would receive for the marriage and all the connections/influence it brought with it. Less than 10 months later, their first son Theron would be born.

The Rise of The Salamander
Three years after this day, while his wife was off to Mys to visit Family, during one of those awkward family dinners, Irryio unexpectedly collapses to the ground. Phaedrus quickly yells “Poison”, for the man has had problems with his bowls for days now. Vogo yells him off “He was weak and sickly; his time was to come.” Phaedrus did not sleep for a second that day, for he spent the night getting paperwork and getting ready to take over the Clan’s assets and assume his position as Patriarch. Yet, the next morning when he went to sit on his father’s chair on the Hall table…Vogos’ ass was already firmly sat on it. “You…it was you. You will not rule this Clan…” Suddenly two sellswords, obviously freshly hired, grabbed him by the wrists and threw him to the ground. Thrown to the streets, all his coin and assets seized, with his only child on his back, Phaedrus recalled that dung cart with great hatred, the hatred he has never felt ever again. What was he to do, where was he to go. After walking for hours through the city, well into the night, he sat on a worn out and thrown pillow and with his child on his lap…leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

He awoke the next morning by a kick to the shin. A bunch of sellswords, drunken from the nights ‘festivities’, we're looking down at him. “What do we have here…An escaped slave and his a boy in tow…” They demanded his coin, but Phaedrus said he would not need to be on the street if he had any. In response, they kicked him again, and again, and again…Luckily, he managed to grab a loose brick and quickly slammed it into one of the man’s groins. Taking Theron in tow, he ran for his life. Phaedrus was quite the active man in his youth, and managed to escape after a short chase.

The next several days were much of the same. Living in the dirt with an empty belly. He could not send any letter to his wife’s family, asking for aid, or his brother, or anyone, for he had no coin to even send it. “Enough!” He proclaimed at that point. He was not gonna waste his life dying in other people’s shit. He took some dung in his hand and some leftover paint he found and quickly covered himself…Making him look filthy and deprived of everything that makes him a man…He would look like a slave. (Sticking a dead fly to his cheek to hammer in the point) Knowing of the cities’ wealthy and poor, he ventured to it’s more southern parts, more specifically the home of a Laraziphos Anerion, a petty slaver. Phaedrus ‘seemingly’ got lost and wounded-up in the man’s garden. Laraziphos was a greedy man and tried to gain coin from whatever he could muster, so he took the ‘slave’ in. Phaedrus, pretending not to speak a word of Lysene tongue, his new ‘master’ quickly gave him and the child a bite to eat, planning on selling them off the very next day. But, while he slept his words was ending. The very next morning he would be knocked out, gagged and suffer the same transformation Phaedrus himself had. Phaedrus, cleaning himself up and putting on the man’s most fitting and expensive clothing, went to sell his new ‘slave’. Turns out, a man can’t tell his side of things when he is missing a tongue and his teeth. “So he doesn’t bite the ones he pleasures.” Only a few coins were gained but combined with the man’s House, it was all Phaedrus needed. While not much, and still needing to resort to begging at times, he could now begin planning his return to the Sathmantes estate. Phaedrus spent the next several months observing how his Uncle Vogo faired while amassing what few coins he could gain. He met some orphans in the docks, which he promised shelter for, in exchange for any coin, jewelry, or even daggers, they could acquire. Slowly, his return was drawing near.



His Uncle Vogo, the usurper, turned out to be even worse than Irryio. The man spent all his coin on whores and making statues of himself. Most sellswords under the command of the House had been unpaid for weeks, and there was even gossip of the House being stripped of the it's place in the Conclave. “Now is the time the Salamander rose.” One day he waited outside the Family home until a slave came out to fetch some flowers for the garden. Phaedrus seized her by the hand and dragged her away from prying eyes. He offered a deal: Help him regain his titles, and “all the slaves shall be freed from their torment.” She quickly agreed. During the next few days Phaedrus would use his hard-earned coin to equip the slaves as best he could, even if just for show, using an old sewer drain to smuggle them inside. And then, on a bright summer night, with the moon shining up in the air…The slaves freed themselves and rose up. The sellswords put up no fight and let them have their way inside. Those resisting were dragged into the deepest depths of Tartarus…the alley. Vogo was caught surprised while he was in his bed with a mistress and dragged outside into the warm night air naked. Phaedrus stood there, sword in hand. “Well, finish me. This Clan –belongs- to me. You shall never have it. Even over my dead body.” But, Phaedrus had other uses for him. The very next day, he dragged him in chains to an auction, where he sold him at a very high price…He would never hear from his Uncle to this very day. To show his gratitude to the slaves, he invited them to a feast, every single one. All ate and drank like only a free man can drink. Freemen on the start of a long journey, whose conclusion is uncertain. Phaedrus however, did not drink. And one…by…one…they passed out on the hall table. Walking across the room, he spoke simple words: “Let no one know of what happened this day, or any day worth forgetting. If they insist on knowing, or gossiping, let them share the fate of those who thought they could stand in the rise of the Salamander.” He sat on his chair.



The Reign of the Salamander
Phaedrus Sathmantes ‘inherited’ a fractured Clan that was in the Conclave only in name. Their assets were being seized by rivals and their trade ships were being plundered by pirates. Using the rest of his recovered assets, wife’s dowry and going into severe debt with the Iron Bank, he used his wealth to rebuild the Sathmantes fleet to its former glory, before the failed expedition to Sorythos. While their current home was comfortable and somewhat lavish, it was no true place for the Sathmantes to reside, as Phaedrus would put it. Selling it to the highest bidder, he bought the old Sathmantes Palace by the coast, a decaying ruin of a building. It would remain that way for many years and it would not be a decade until it is returned to its former glory, in the Salamander’s vision. His second son was born around this time, though Phaedrus was not there to witness the birth, for he was off asserting his magister power in the Conclave. He would come to see his child three days late, only remarking on how his hair should be dyed when he grows older.

And then the Great Famine hit Westeros. “Just in time.” He remarked once receiving a letter, telling him of the news. (Even if the Famine had started with his when his reign did)

Appointing his, now returned from Braavos, brother Joraro in charge of the newly constructed Sathmantes fleet, he filled the ships with cheap food to deliver West and outrageous prices. But, the people were hungry and willing to pay. The coin was well needed and served to repay much of the debt Phaedrus acquired, and then some. He then set sail for Volantis to meet an old acquaintance. Kradahr zo Ghasho did not recognize the man who presented himself to him. Not in his fancy clothing. Wasting none of his time, he offered the two be partners in the buying and selling of slaves, mainly. They also discussed other ventures, such as textile and Poppy plants. (Which Phaedrus would soon begin growing on the Family land) And with that, the first batch of slaves was acquired and sent to Lys. There were not much, most of them could not speak any tongue. But, they were pretty. After firing his former slave master, a rough old man without a shed of determination in his life, he began training the new slaves in the art of lovemaking. (Not personally) “A love slave makes more coin in a day for her master than a dung collector in her life.” The Sathmantes pillow Houses were redecorated, brought to a higher standard to serve the wealthy, and only the most prized and skilled of his slaves received the honour of working there. The rest were sold to various merchants across the Free Cities. Around this time he also journeyed with his younger brother Trego to Slaver’s Bay on the hunt for new potential contacts. It is then that Phaedrus saw the potential use of his brother and made him stay there to be trained and raised by none other than Zozlis zo Hahna, a master of his craft who would from that point on becoming one of the closest business contacts of the Sathmantes clan for the next six years. Until the day he died from a sudden heart attack and Trego seized all his assets.

His sole sister, Minasha, on the other hand, had spent much of her youth with many mistresses and ‘hunky, puffy chunks of meat’. (As she called men) While not with a ‘true’ Sathmantes business sense, Phaedrus had no use for the worthless. Needing a new slave master for the increase in profitability sphere of the Pillow Houses, he tasked her to use her ‘vast knowledge’ to train the young and untamed in the ‘arts’. While at first hesitant, she proved this is where she belonged with an uncanny dominating tone and soon her name spread out across all of the Free Cities with many asking to employ her, but she did not budge…For Phaedrus already set her path in front of her.

“Theron, learn from this: Conflict and destruction pave the way for our expansion.”

Northmen sailed on ships through seas they never knew existed. Reachmen fought on land they had never seen. Lords burned in the flame of dragons while the rest cowered in fear. Pirates went to the seas to raid the already diminished trade in this time of conflict, trying to earn some coin to fill their coffers. In the past, many Sathmantes would also dare go to the high-seas to raid in order to sustain themselves, but those were old traditions of times past. The Sathmantes fleet went out on patrols and convoy protection, keeping the valuable trade goods safe. These were the days Joraro truly proved his worth and skills while successfully hunting down many Pirate ships and selling their crew into slavery and taking all their worth. Whatever ship proved of high enough quality, he would just add to his fleet. But, even the simple traders were not safe from his fleet. All those that wanted safe passage had to pay tolls, and woe behold enough who tried sneaking past. The coined gained was used to rebuild their Palace, now named “The Palace of Marvel”. A shining beacon of their might and reach. The message it sent was far-reaching: The Sathmantes have regained their status in society.

The Scarlet Winter such much of the same type of money earning. Phaedrus bought furs from the Dothraki and sold them to the Westerosi. He even negotiated a trade with some of the same Dothraki who plundered the Family’s fortune in his youth. But, they were old faces and would facilitate easier trade.

One aspect that was failed to be mentioned, until this point, was Phaedrus’ actions as a Magister within the Conclave. While at first many were doubtful, and some downright gave no respect to the young man, all said prior events made them forever remember his name. All this and the trial of the Essohr Merchant Family.

A Trial
The Essohr Merchant Family is but a minor one than one held a magister seat because of their name and Gyllaro Essohr’s efforts in rebuilding it. Gyllaro Essohr was an upstart patriarch and magister, just like Phaedrus. Ambitious and clever, he saw to expand his Family to match the glory of olds and beyond. (Quite the same story, ain’t it?) The difference is, while Phaedrus expanded more abroad, during his early reign, Gyllaro bought of various sellsword guards and then ‘confiscated’ the lands of the home with some thin context. The Clan’s thugs extorted the merchants once they docked. And guess which Family was their first target. Only…they would also be their last. Phaedrus did not result to an armed counterattack, he took to the conclave. “My fellow Magisters. This is a time of great worry and misery. A Minor Merchant Family, whose name is not even worthy to be ushered, has made moves to seize the coin we so valuable earned. Now, some of you not have experienced the pain, but I assure you…why would he stop at one Clan, when there are so many to choose from? He has already attacked more than just me.” – He played into the fears of the Conclave of losing their precious coins and put the man to trial. It should be mentioned that some, to this day, suspect he also stocked some fears by hiring sellswords to plunder in the name of the Essohr Clan. All the Family’s assets were seized and Phaedrus was rewarded with all the Family’s fertile land for bringing the ‘vile scum’ to justice.

(The land would soon be turned into Poppy fields)

Many understood that the man acted out under his own motivations, but what could they do in fear of how he could retaliate against them? This is just one of many cases and just a short ‘example’ of his reign in the Conclave. (With more potentially being written as the RP goes on) With time he also made both of his sons Magisters, claiming that neither of his brothers were of the proper ‘fabric’. He would take an active role in the governing of the city with the proposing of new taxes, expansion of ports and most importantly…Using his marriage into the Drahar Family to facilitate better relations in what would become the future, reborn, Kingdom of The Three Daughters.

The Targaryen Killer
The Targaryens of Lys. Oh, ho pitiful and weak. Yet, their Pillow Houses, Land and Coin was still vast and mostly untouched. With the disappearance of Aeryn, this was Phaedrus’ moment to strike. “We must take it for the benefit of the City.” He spent weeks, even months, day-in-and-day-out of the Conclave negotiating, bribing and convincing people of the proper cause of auction. Some held doubt and scepticism, to which

Phaedrus tried to persuade that given the type of Targaryen on the Iron Throne, she would never let a potential powerful rival rise. Others…knew better than to question the Salamander. He played a focal point in the redistribution of their assets and initially took extremely large portions for himself, including half the docks on Lys. “This was the biggest mistake of my reign, which made me many enemies.” The Conclave would not have it and refused to give satisfy his greed and ambition. Overnight they took over most of the assets and asserting their control over them. If only he gave reasonable demands. But, he would not let them challenge him. He sent his brother with the fleet to blockade all trade into the Fair City of Lys, using as thin justification an increase in Pirate raiding. He starved the city for a month before the Conclave bent to his will and gave him what they agreed to, before his ‘changes’. But, he was not done there. It was agreed that a large portion of the Targaryen slaves would be sold and the coin split amongst all the Clans. Phaedrus saw this as just another way for his rival Merchant Families to catch-up to them, so he gave the Ship captains bottles of “Tears of Lys” (A deadly poison) and much coin to make sure they stayed silent. The slaves boarded the ship like sheep and left in cartwheels. “Seasickness, caused from some of that foul Valyrian air sweeping across.” No one ever suspected Phaedrus, for even he lost some coin in this act.

Even if he did not get all he craved for, the Sathmantes wealth more than tripled. More slave masters, lending bills, ships, pure coin and most importantly the Pillow Houses which they owned. Most of the ‘Pillow Houses’ (Just a fancy worth for expensive brothels) were now owned by the Clan and he put his son in charge of their management. It is around this time that the clan also made several trips to Slaver’s Bay, again, where Phaedrus made contact with Prizhan mo Lishazn and Izhen na Dhezhuhl. The two quickly proved their worth and make valuable partners to the Sathmantes clan. The former, Prizhan, was heavily favoured by the young Cassander, arguing of his extreme worth and the quality of his bed slaves. One might wonder if there was more to this. Izhen on the other hand, he was a merchant of Unsullied, fear warriors that all should bend in fear against. Phaedrus recalled how often in his Clan’s history, sellswords proved as unreliable guards that obeyed the one that paid the most. So, he bought a complement of Unsullied from him, which act as the guards in his Palace to this very day. To facilitate even more trade between them, he secured them transportation and quarters in Lys, where they oversee their own Family’s interests to this very day.

The Formation of the Triarchy
Aeryn Targaryen had returned. In less than two short years he had managed to conquer Stepstones and bent them to his will. But, the Archon of Tyrosh felt such an ambitious man would not stop there. He saw that maybe it was a time for alliances, not petty wars between the Disputed Land. When he came to Lys, Phaedrus was one of the first to openly welcome him, letting him reside within the Marvel Palace. The Archon of Tyrosh gave him words in an effort to convince the old Patriarch, but his mind was made-up before the man even set sail. “I will back your efforts and will ensure this fair city hears your please, but…I have some conditions.” Phaedrus called an emergency meeting of the Conclave the very next day. He spoke vocally of the benefits of agreeing to the Archon’s wishes, citing that his own marriage into the Drahar family was a signal that in-fighting was no longer on the forefront. Some expressed annoyance or downright disapproval, and Phaedrus only reminded them of how –they- seized all the Targaryen assets within the Fair City and that “The Dragon will want his plunder back.” The next several months were spent travelling between all the three cities with the intent of establishing part of the groundworks. He made business partners with some, while discussing law with others, making the transition as smooth as possible. His wife, the poor dear, vividly disagreed with this. (Given her own Family did not want the Triarchy to be formed) “You lost your vote the moment you went past childbearing age.” His efforts were great and his face was rarely seen at home during the next two years. But, finally, in the end it, bore fruit. In the year 418AC, The Second Kingdom of The Three Daughters was founded. While without a King, it was ruled by a Conclave of Magisters, a Conclave in which he and his two sons were to be high councilors. But, alas…I almost forgot of his conditions.

With the formation of the Triarchy, the Disputed Land was no longer a point of conflict, and the land divided between the cities. Phaedrus was one of the first to lay a claim to land, rich and fertile soil. What would he use that soil for? Well, some of the lands were used to expand into another business venture, poison making, as herbs needed to make the “Tears of Lys” began to be raised there. To facilitate a better connection with the mainland of Essos, the plans for a port have been laid. Some even say he is ready to denounce his fate for another if it means securing him his goal. Phaedrus is ready and has already started playing a very vocal and active role in the Triarchy’s governance. One thing is certain, his old age has not hindered his plans.

Recent Events
Some would argue that Phaedrus has already secured his Legacy. All know his name and deeds. His Family’s future is secure and it’s clear they will play a vital role in the future of the Free Cities. Both of his sons are Magisters, and his daughter has recently entered adulthood. But, Phaedrus knows that the time for conflict has not even begun and he is prepared to twist it to his own ends. Such work needs to be done both in Lys and on the mainland as he has yet to choose which of his children will be given reign over their new land. One thing is certain: The Game of Thrones is still afoot…For the Salamander’s reign has yet to end.

Family

 * Sabitha Draha (Wife)
 * Theron Sathmantes: The oldest son of Phaedrus and a hardened magister in his own right. He was born when Phaedrus was but a man living on the streets, as they both bonded and fought during his rise to reclaim his birthright. Years passed, and it was obvious he was of a different breed to his younger siblings. (How different depending on the RPer)
 * Cassander Sathmantes
 * Isidora Sathmantes


 * Joraro Sathmantes: Younger brother to Phaedrus and a respected and feared man in his own right, for he is in charge of the Sathmantes navy that has seen their fortunes increase massively with time. A Military man all his life, he was never quite the right 'material' to be a magister. But, being the only man to support his brother with an iron determination when he ascended to become the Patriarch of the Sathmantes clan, his power within the city is one to almost match theirs.




 * Trego Sathmantes: The youngest of Phaedrus' brothers, Trego has been involved in the slave trade all his life. From a very early age, when he was sent to live a life in Slaver's Bay and master the craft, a life Phaedrus himself choose for him. He has lived there until this day and has slowly risen in power, or fallen into a life of whoring and drunkenness. Letters are scarce, and it's left to the RPer to craft his journey.


 * Minasha Sathmantes: The only sister of Phaedrus and the aunt of the Theron, Cassander and Isidora. With the expansion of Sathmantes wealth, they needed more and more able-bodied love slaves. And, who better tasked than one who liked so much the exposed flesh? She has done her duty for many years and only the best of her slaves get to work in one of the Sathmantes's many Pillow Houses. Theron Sathmantes: The oldest son of Phaedrus and a hardened magister in his own right. He was born when Phaedrus was but a man living on the streets, as they both bonded and fought during his rise to reclaim his birthright. Years passed, and it was obvious he was of a different breed to his younger siblings. (How different depending on the RPer)

Household/NPCs
Unclaimed members of his House+Brynden the Butcher and in general any member of the retinue, staff...You get the idea.