Bio

Perion Lud, second son of the Viscomte Aryart Lud, Lord of Lud-in-the-mist, a fiefdom in the vicinity of the Feywild city of Wiadale. Perion was educated to support his older brother, who would be heir their father’s title, but filled his time reading tales of heroism and romance, of a life that wouldn’t leave him forever in his brother’s shadow. He never needed to know anything or war or battle, as his father retained a small party of adventurers to handle the “less diplomatic” missions around their land. He admired them and found one in particular, Amalie, an Eldarin rogue, beautiful and fascinating.

As he was on the cusp of manhood, a large tribe of goblins came rolling around, razing & looting nearby farms. His father & elder brother wanted to hire guards to protect the town, hoping the goblins just passed by and left them alone. Perion disagreed, and felt it was their responsibility as Lords to take care of the smallfolk. His father decided to get the fool notion out of his head once and for all, assuming that when he saw battle once, he would lose his stomach for heroism forever and settle down to be a respectable scholar or merchant.

Perion was given charge of a third of the mercenaries to sweep in and wipe out the goblin tribe; and had the tribe been as small as expected, or the force lead by more capable hands, it might have been enough. But between his inexperience, insistence on chivalry, and inept leadership, the force was routed. His connections saved him, though. Amalie, the rogue from his father’s hired adventurers, snuck in and freed him as the rest of her party, led by a paladin, came and engaged the goblins. They didn’t fare well either- the tribe was far too large to be overwhelmed so easily, and the adventurers knew it; but their leader, in true paladin fashion instructed them all to scatter and make it out alive, while he stood his ground to his last breath. In the chaos of battle, Amalie lead Perion of Lud-in-the-Mist away into the woods towards Wiadale, and neither was seen again.

Two weeks later, Perion De La Foret arrived at the city of Wiadale alone, hiring himself to the city’s military detachment as a single mercenary, striking back at goblins in whenever he could, but always wanting to go further away. Still an idealist at heart, who wants more than anything to be the a hero remembered forever in songs and stories, his fervor is tempered by memories of past failures, and dread that he might again see others killed or dying with no greater purpose than trying to save his own skin.