Typhon Damakos

Typhon (art by Chad H.)

Typhon as an Undaunted (art by Chad H.)

Vectra / Typhina Damakos

**Typhon Damakos** was a heroic knight in Parnak that was a member of the Ordo Rosa and eventually aided Hilton and Dighgrum during a troubling and conflict-filled time.

## History

### Early Life

Typhon's first name was Rat. Like most tieflings, his early life was lived beneath a shroud of suspicion, disdain, and prejudice. He lived on the streets of Stormloft. He ate trash to survive. He had no parents to speak of and no memory of them whatsoever. He worked whatever jobs he could manage in his youth for a few coppers, scraps, a roof over his head, and occasionally nothing at all but a promised opportunity to work more.

As he grew older, taller, stronger, his dusky grey skin carried the memories of his childhood within a patchwork roadmap of faded wounds. There, beneath his arm, a jagged line of puckered scar tissue where a butcher had tried to kill him for scrounging fat and gristle from the garbage. Hatched, squared lines hung on his shoulders like a mantle, the criss-crossed work of a farmer’s whip across his back. Burns like melted wax about his body. On his face, he has a small scar along his eyebrow and a broken fang due to stepping in to defend a child receiving corporal punishment from his father. He wore his scars as reminders. He wore them to hold in his anger directed at the cruelty of others. In his sleep, he struggled with the hellish power and devilish desires inside him, often awaking to find the ground he lay on scorched and smoldering as he dreamt of murder and fire and all the power his rage could give. But he would be better than them and the primal instincts.

Rat focused on tales of heroic tieflings from the past that rose to be revered and held in honor by all. Their tales, heard from the open windows of taverns and alehouses as bards told their stories, kept him clinging to the thin thread of hope on the edge of his anger. In secret, away from the prying eyes of the hateful and suspicious, he worked his skills with a blade. He pushed the limits of his body and mind. He prayed to any god who would listen for the strength to save himself, to fulfill his greater purpose as a protector, a hero. Perhaps even a legend in his own right worth singing about.

Eventually, his hard work paid off. The village he was passing through came under attack by a marauding band of bandits in the dead of the night. They were burning the homes, dragging women and children into the streets, killing everyone in sight without remorse. Fortunately, the Ordo Rosa arrived. Thundering out of the dark of midnight, the knightly order tore through the village. During the fighting, Rat watched as one of the knights was thrown from his horse, a massive, bellowing bandit looming above him. Snatching up the knight’s sword, Rat blocked the blow, turning it aside. He fought hard, striking at the bandit from every angle, blocking each deadly blow until they were both bleeding from a dozen wounds. Then, finally, he found the opening he needed, spilling the bandit’s life into the dirt.

As he helped the fallen knight to his feet, he heard the village murmuring around him, coming together to douse the fires and thank the knights who saved them. More importantly, as he watched the knights come together nearby, patching their wounds and gathering their fallen, he noticed among their number the races often pushed to the edges of society. A dragonborn, a pair of kenku, an orc, a leonin, but most surprising to him was the number of tieflings.

That same night he joined the Ordo Rosa, and spent the next ten years of his life ranging far and wide across the land, securing the borders from attack and maintaining the stability of the kingdoms. The knight he had saved, Andovon Corson, named him Typhon, after the first Tiefling to join the Order during its original formation. Later, he was given the name Damakos as an honorific from an Elven noble. He wore both names with pride alongside the seal of the Order.

He served honorably in several campaigns that saw the bandit clans and marauding tribes on the edges of the kingdom much reduced in strength, pushing them beyond the borders and scattering them into the wildlands. Typhon then took to wandering within the kingdom, serving as the eyes and ears of the Ordo Rosa, ever vigilant for those in need or the portents of greater troubles on the horizon. Following news of the sacking of Jether, he came to Hilton seeking news of recent events and details of the trouble facing the kingdom of Stormloft.

### Death

Typhon Damakos died on 11 Iavas 577 CA of old age. He was survived by his wife, Althea Damakos, and their two children, Andoven and Megan Damakos.