Editing Campaign:Conquering Of Canals/Arbiter Dawn (section)

=== Background ===
The boy who would grow into Dread had a fairly standard life growing up in the lap up to the age of 11, where while picking fruit in the Triangle a group of other kids of similar age threw rotten fruit from hiding onto a travelling Immaculate Monk. [[rage|Enraged]] the monk whirled around and focused on the youth with fruit in his hands that the monk could see. He grabbed him and accused him of the fruit, and my character said "it wasn't me". The Monk didn't even bother listening and went. "YOU ARE A LIAR, AND HERE IS HOW LIARS ARE DEALT WITH." and freed a hand and summoned a blazing coal of essence which he then stuffed down my guys throat, burning out his tongue and nearly killing him, the monk left him for dead and the other youth ran off as soon as he was out of sight in terror.

A little while later an elderly Magistrate walked through the triangle to relax after a long mission out in the countryside came upon the boy as he lay on the brink of death. Taking pity on this poor soul he brought him to his rooms at a nearby inn to recover so he could return the boy to his family. But upon hearing the rumor that spread that a boy was slain in the triangle for attacking an Immaculate he realized the connection, but something stayed his hand from turning the boy over to justice or quietly slaying him, himself. Instead he felt in his heart that this boy was innocent and so in the dark of night he hid the boy amongst his gear as he left the city and travelled out to oversee his protectorate. In time the boy recovered although his tongue was ash, and his throat burnt to leave him weak of breath.

And so in his last years the Magistrate trained the boy to act as his sole Archon, training him in the carrying out of law, and the art of fighting. For the Magistrate in his youth had been part of the Splendid and Just Arbiters of Purpose and followed the ways and tenets of the Path of the Arbiter Style, which he trained the boy in although as a mortal he could not learn charms.

then a little over 5 years ago during his second trip to the isle with his master to deliver their reports the old magistrate feel deathly ill. Realizing his time was up he called in all of his favors a debts and gained a boon from the Scarlet Empress herself, although he died without making it back to tell him himself. And so on that rainy day when he ignited the pyre as according to the wishes of his master, two members of the Legion of Silence accosted him and brought him before the Empress herself. She had a servant hand him his master's symbol of office, and informed him that was to take up the duties of a magistrate, and what those duties were, and then she laughed and told him she would be interested in what his report in 5 years would hold.

So he began his duties. And they were made hard by the fact that he had to give any orders and judgements in writing, and that others treated him merely as a joke. And then a year later the Empress disappeared. Suddenly things were even more unsure for him, and now he didn't have the protection of Imperial Justice as strongly behind him anymore as factions arose in her absence. And so a little over 6 months ago, when he should have been reporting he was instead going into an anathema tomb that recently began devastating the countryside with wild energies. And thus when he gets inside he find demons, knowing that if there are demons then there must be some foul summoner within, likely an anathema. Thus knowing the odds against him he proceeds to fight the demons, amazingly he defeats all of the guardians and feeling heady with energy confronts the summoner at the heart of the tomb. And the demon summoning cultist blasts him with a spell designed to rip his soul from his flesh, all while cursing him and his kind for defeating his masters. but he bulls through the dark energies and rams his sword through the Summoner pinning him to the central pillar of the chamber. Then out of the corner of his eye, by the coffin of the Anathema whose tomb this is he see's himself in a gilded mirror, and sees the castemark of the Forsaken upon his brow.

At this point before he could dwell upon this the pillar began spurting energy, blasting away the body of the cultist to ash, as well as his sword. Then Shouting a word of command he turned off most of the essence drawing engines in the manse reducing the massive plume of gold energy, to a river of almost liquid energy that sluggishly flowed forth and out the tomb-manses door. He then sat stunned, because he had lost his tongue over 15 years ago, so he reached in his mouth and yanked on it. "Ow" then he sat on the coffin, and looked at the graven image of the Anathema and too his surprise saw his own face there. 

After he spent the night in the tomb pondering his situation he realized that he never made any pact with dark powers yet here he was an Anathema... and since the Immaculates had always abused their power from what he had seen they must have been lying about them as well. but he lost his sword what was he going to do, then he put down his hands to jump off, and the blade in the effigy's grip shifted with it... so he pulled the gleaming sword out and knew it was his by some deep instinct.