Bio

One of a brood of thirteen children, coming in near the end of the sibling line, Urian learned many lessons early on: Take care of yourself. Fight. Work hard. Trust no one. And whatever you do, don’t have children. Unless you intend to sell them of course.

Urian joined the local militia as soon as he could and never looked back at the squalor of his beginnings. In military service he learned to ride, courtesy of a noble’s messenger going and getting herself killed. The noble grabbed the first able body she could find – Urian and pressed him to the task. After the noble left the service, she brought Urian along and he’s worked for her ever since. As time has passed the noble’s need for his services has grown less and less and Urian, with her blessing, has taken to grabbing the odd messenger job or two to pad his pockets with…