Sheoldred, the thane that currently hold the tenuous position of Praetor, sits at the heart of a vast network of spies, scouts, blackmailers, and informers. Each face leads a different wing of her multi-layered organization: corruption, observation, distortion, extortion, obfuscation, and dissemination.
Sheoldred appears as a feminine humanoid torso emerging from a huge-mouthed, many-jointed fiend. Her movements are spiderlike in their grace, her limbs finding purchase among the mycosynth and metallic structures of the Core. Her body is covered with plates of oily, corroded metal. Her voice is a soft, grinding whisper, and she is kept informed at all times by a constant stream of informants, spies, and underlings.
Sheoldred's body separates into two pieces. Her relatively humanoid torso actually locks into an access inlet built into her monstrous lower half. Though few have seen it happen, Sheoldred is able to shed her large, predatory, more motile lower body and slither-skitter to a new home.
Although the agenda of the Steel Thanes in general is to overpower, corrupt, and enslave all other beings, Sheoldred herself has managed to hold power through the use of subtler methods. She collects debts and manipulates relationships in order to keep her allies in check and her foes as powerless as possible. Her goal is nothing less than control of all of Phyrexia—and she may just get her wish.
For Sheoldred, information is power. The ignorant fail without really knowing why, but with enough knowledge, you cannot fail because you accept no outcome that does not advance your goals. Without doubt, Sheoldred is one of the most knowledgeable and intelligent Phyrexians on the plane.
From her hidden seat within the planar core, Sheoldred schemes to gain control over all Phyrexia. Patient and cautious, she makes moves of layered subtlety. Using her knowledge to aid and hinder foes, Sheoldred keeps them constantly wondering if she is friend or foe.
"Only those who possess the zeal to seize power from their lessers are worthy to wield the full might of Phyrexia." -Sheoldred, Whispering One
"Our cause will ripen in the fertile flesh of the unworthy." -Sheoldred, Whispering One (Phyrexian Digester)
"The Accorders would lament the transformation of their cherished lands, had they lived to see it." -Sheoldred, Whispering One (Evil Presence)
"The sooner you join Phyrexia, the sooner you'll forget your painful rebirth." -Sheoldred, Whispering One (Blistergrub)
"Attrition is the answer. Starve them, and let their despair be their undoing." -Sheoldred, Whispering One (Isolation Cell)
"Pain isn't a negative stimulus. Pain is a sign of your imperfection." -Sheoldred, Whispering One (Pierce Strider)
"Your creations are effective, Sheoldred, but we must unite the flesh, not merely flay it." -Elesh Norn, Grand Cenobite (Skinrender)
"The union of the oil and necrogen has produced many pleasing reactions." -Sheoldred, Whispering One (Scourge Servant)
"Ours is a glorious transmission! Behold a future where all bow to the Father of Machines." -Isila, Priest of Sheoldred (Horrifying Revelation)
"Wipe Sheoldred's spies from the sky. She'll see the result of our vision soon enough." -Glissa (Corrosive Gale)
"Perfection is at hand. You have been freed of weakness and made compleat." -Sheoldred, Whispering One (Phyresis)
"This species has grown to be my preferred receptacle for our divine message." -Sheoldred, Whispering One (Contagious Nim)
"Welcome to perfection." -Sheoldred, Whispering One (Tainted Strike)
"Before the blessed assault begins, we must seek specimens that are well-adapted to our way of . . . life." -Sheoldred, Whispering One (Corrupted Harvester)
Sheoldred weaves every thread of information into a noose to hang her enemies. (Praetor's Grasp)
"I believe many worlds will bow to Phyrexia. Mirrodin is merely the first." -Sheoldred, Whispering One (Phyrexian Rager)
"Behold blessed perfection." -Sheoldred, Whispering One (Phyrexian Obliterator)