Phyrra Silverblood
From BelegarthWiki
Fighting Name: Phyrra Silverblood
Real Name: Haylee Huhmann
Race: Goblyn (Night Goblyn)
Unit: Unaffiliated
Fighting Since: Late May of 2021
Favorite Fighting Style: Sword and board
Events Attended
- Frozen Warriors '22.1, '22.2, '23.1, ‘23.2, ‘24.1, ‘24.2
- Highlands of Chaos Opener '22, ‘23
- War of the Gate ‘22
- Thaw Brawl ‘23
- Chaos Wars 24
- Battle for the Ring XVI
Lore
All her life Phyrra had been taught the history of her race. She grew to love the stories and longed to know everything about them. The other races that were involved, the strategies used in battle, the many interpretations of old goblyn history. She knew each story by heart from a young age. Eventually, Phyrra grew tired of hearing the same tales over and over. She longed for something new. Over time, she began to realize something. The other races—perhaps even other goblyns—were still out there. Above ground. Outside of the caves that had kept her tribe safe. She’d heard the stories from the hunting parties that went out from time to time; the world outside was as active as ever. So Phyrra made a decision. She was going to venture outside of the Great City of Pandemonium and learn all there was to know about the outside world, then return to share the new stories with the rest of her tribe.
The first thing Phyrra remembers about leaving the mountain is that it was very, very bright. (Seriously, how you live here? Dee lightball be so annoying!) The sun shining overhead dazzled her and left her blind for some time. Even after her eyes had adjusted, it still glared harshly in her vison, making it difficult to see where she should be walking toward. She knew she was looking for a village, an encampment, anything inhabited by the creatures of the world outside the caves. That’s where she would find the information she was looking for. (‘an maybe some food…)
It wasn’t too long after leaving Pandemonium that Phyrra encountered her first problem. The creatures above ground were far more aggressive than the ones under the mountain. She had been taught how to fight, but not in such strange conditions. One day, as she rested while waiting for the familiar dark of the night, she was attacked by a group of beasts, the likes of which she had never seen before. As she tried to stand and fight, she found her movements slowed. The undergrowth around her kept grabbing at her feet, determined to trip her up. The sun was too bright, and the unfamiliar sounds of the forest around her were overwhelming. She cried out in anger at the world, in a rage that she had never truly felt in the security of Pandemonium.
It was at that moment that a blur of color fell upon the beasts around her, slaughtering them all with ruthless efficiency. When the flurry of combat had settled, the strangest goblyn Phyrra had ever seen stood before her. They were tall—unusually so—and had very pale green skin. They turned with no more than a glance at Phyrra, sheathed their twin blades, and started picking up the beasts they had just killed.
“Why you save me, goblyn?” Phyrra asked.
“Didn’t save you. Killed them.”
It took only the time of that brief exchange for Phyrra to notice something interesting about the other goblyn. Emblazoned proudly on their clothing was the symbol of the mighty rage god Skrybitt. Pieces clicked into place in Phyrra’s mind. The fighting ability, the symbol, even the timing of their appearance being so close to such a feeling of immense rage…
“You be Khadine.” Phyrra stated. The other goblyn merely nodded as they retrieved the last of the beasts they had killed and began to walk away. (Sheesh, no need to be rood...)
“Wait!” Phyrra called after them. They paused but did not turn back. “How you do that? Fight out here?” The Khadine did not answer, and instead started walking again. Angered, Phyrra jumped up and leapt in front of them, causing them to stop once more.
“Teach me.” The Khadine merely snorted and pushed past her. (Rood!) Phyrra drew her sword and ran in front of them again. The rage she had felt toward the world was returning, directed purely at this Khadine. “Teach me!” She snarled, pointing her weapon at them. A flash of recognition crossed their face for the briefest moment. Perhaps they recognized the rage in her eyes, or perhaps they sensed that she would not back down. With a brief nod, the Khadine gestured to their side and continued walking.
“Fine. Follow me.”
Phyrra spent many moons alongside the mysterious Khadine. They were very reserved, and did not talk much, even in their frequent training sessions. Phyrra learned how to fight in the conditions of the world outside the mountain, as well as how to hunt and forage for resources in the unfamiliar terrain. (Seriously, dis place be weird.)
One day, as Phyrra awoke, she realized that the Khadine was just… gone. All of their things had vanished with them, seemingly replaced by a single blood-red feather laying where the Khadine had once been. From what the Khdaine had taught her about the creatures of the above-ground, Phyrra guessed that it was a falcon feather. She could recall seeing the Khadine wearing a sash that bore the symbol of a red falcon, and had even asked about it in the past, but they had never explained what it meant. She picked up the feather and glanced about, looking for any sign of what may have happened. There was nothing. No tracks marred the ground around the camp the two of them had set the night before, no dent in the grass remained from where the Khadine had rested. It was as if they had never existed, as though they were nothing more than a mirage. Perhaps they were. Perhaps this quiet Khadine was nothing more than a figment of Phyrra’s imagination. Perhaps they were a vision sent by some greater power to guide her. Phyrra doesn’t know. She lives for the day that she will understand who or what that Khadine truly was. For the day that she may have the chance to meet them again—even for a moment. To know why they appeared when they did. To know their story.
——
For now, her goal remains the same as when she set out from Pandemonium: to learn everything about this strange world so that she may one day return home with all the knowledge she gained. To strengthen her tribe with that knowledge so that they may continue to flourish. If you ever come across Phyrra, know that she is more than happy to listen to your tales, no matter how simple or grand they may be.
And don’t worry, she may be a goblyn, but so long as you still have stories to tell, she’ll let you live. (For now…)
