Under Feet of Clay
Neutral Good Hero
Other Names: Spherewalker, Forgotten Hero, Nymphfriend, Wayfarer
Domains: Good, Liberation, Protection, Travel, Water
Subdomains: Exploration, Freedom, Friendship, Rivers, Solitude
Favored Weapon: Starknife
One of the few halfling heroes, Mikroxenos was a peer of Basilus and trusted friend. In his younger days, Mikroxenos wandered across all Callopius, leaving small shrines in hidden grottos and glades. He loved the wild places, and often earned the trust of local nymphs, whose secret ponds he kept off of maps. The Spherewalker charted the lands between the cities, marking the roads safe for travel. These routes formed the basis for the roads currently maintained between the cities as well, and many believe they were altered to preserve the realms of nymphs and other creatures who Mikroxenos befriended. When Basilus made his way to the Barbarian Lands to build a new city, the halfling agreed to go and explore the lands around the city. Soon, however, as battle fell on the colony, Mikroxenos was confined to the city. Ultimately, there was little more that could be done, and Basilus was betrayed. The altar at the heights of the city was to burn a sacrifice until the ships were clear of the harbor, and Mikroxenos knew the routes best to make haste. However, slippery Nosius fed the halfling hero false information about when the ship was departing, knowing that Mikroxenos would assist the Callpians left in the city during the retreat if he were left behind. This betrayal is still a hotly debated topic among students of the old tales, with many believing Mikroxenos would have stayed behind if asked anyway, but the lack of trust from Nosius securing their escape. Regardless, Mikroxenos was left alone in the city, where he was wounded. He allegedly walked to a lost oasis, where nymphs tended his dying body, and upon drawing his last breath, he burst into the form of a thousand thousands of blood-red butterflies, stained from the wounds of the hundred arrows that struck him as he died alone in foreign lands, clutching some forgotten artifact to guard it against falling into Barbarian hands. Known as the Martyrflies, they are a sign of good luck to travelers in groups, but omens of ill fortune to the solitary wanderer.