Arion Midrun - Human Fighter

Arion grew up in the slums of Tradver, in Copper Fields. One of the nicer slums, owing to its presence on the Tradver Highway, but a slum nonetheless. His father was a smith, often commissioned for basic work for horseshoes and tools, but would get the occasional overflow orders from local militia and mercenary groups for weapons and armour. Watching his father forge longswords and batter cuirasses filled Arion with wonder, and often he would dream of the day he could don such creations himself, fighting dragons and slaying hordes of High Elves. When the Liturium War began, Arion was excited, hoping to be levied in the war. Many of his friends from the local crafts college were called off to fight for Belfrie, though Arion was only fourteen summers old, and manhood had not yet firmly grasped him. He could not properly lift a shield or wield a sword, and thus was left behind. This weighed heavy on Arion, and seeing his son in sour spirits, his father deemed to raise them. It was here that Arion first learnt he was, in truth, the great grandson of the late Duke Wilman Midrun, who had disappeared mysteriously over sixty years ago. His grandfather was a bastard child born to a commoner woman, and unrecognised by the powers that be after his father’s disappearance. This knowledge indeed inspired Arion, who spent the next years toiling away at his own armour set in his father’s forge late at night when his father’s works were finished for the day. As rumours of the treachery and nefarious activities of Duke Conrad began to spread, it fuelled the spirit of the young man aiming to blaze a path to nobledom, and out of the waterlogged slums of Tradver. Now with his armour and weapon complete, the young smith has taken the name of his late great grandfather, aiming to restore House Midrun to its former glory, and dethrone the nefarious Elven Duke.