My father was a big shot of the Orlovsky family, but of course I was a bit of an embarrassment. I had a bit of a cushy childhood, but during some political mess it was decided I was too much of an embarrassment and I was sent to some distant relatives that lived in Oppara. This was of course foolish, because those relatives were even more embarrassed than my close family. They shuffled me off to the Kitharodian Academy to study something or other, although I didn't really do much studying.
I actually found more interesting learning from a strange gentlemen I met in a tavern. He taught me of Cayden Caylean and I must admit the faith intrigued me... particularly the drinking. He taught me to fight, and although he had some mysteries about him, I think I learned rather well.
I'm not complaining of course. City life agreed with me a great deal. After all, with a tavern around every corner where one such as myself could usually find a free drink or four at the cost of a good story... I could tell my share of stories.
It was a night where my stories had been well received (earning a fair number of drinks)... and poorly received (earning a friendly duel to settle the insult). I used my recently acquired skills with the blade and the next thing I knew I had won, disarming my opponent in record time My friends had been confused by my style and strange taunts in another language, but it's what I knew. Naturally, I had a few more drinks.
That night Cayden Cailean visited me in a dream and said I had work to do, and I should get about doing it. I took this to mean I should spend more nights having a few drinks, and more nights getting into a few fights. I think it's safe to say I have done well in this regard. I have also more closely devoted myself to Cayden and his teachings, learning the basics of being one of his clerics.
Of course the Academy didn't agree with this kind of lifestyle so we mutually agreed to part ways (wink), and I must find a new place to find my fights and my drinks. When I heard of the push to reclaim the stolen lands, I figured, what better place to establish myself back near home. After all, everyone needs a good brew, and we're going to need a cleric that knows how to drink em.
So, it looks like you need a new brew, and I'm sure I can give you a new story... so until Desna brings our dreams, let us speak of deeds Gorum would be proud of, and drink to the battles yet to come.