Igorius Fetch is a bastard, and everyone knows it.
He made his first mark on the world not long after being born, when he was found in a basket at the gates of a House Orlovsky keep with a note pinned to his swaddling cloth. One can only imagine the contents of such a missive as would cause the lord of the house to be roused from his slumber at the side of his wife in the dead of night. Some people say that Lord Stavos recognized the fine features and delicately pointed ears of the child immediately, almost as if he knew the mother...
Of course he couldn't leave a child to freeze to death on his doorstep, it would be unseemly. The babe was taken in and put in the care of a servant family to be raised. Though, the lord has always taken a special interest him, even picked the child's name, the poor little bastard.
When Igorius was old enough he was given over to an Orlovsky family retainer, an old alchemist. The boy had show an interest and an aptitude and so it was done on Lord Stavos' order. That of course caused a fresh round of gossip among the nobility prone to such things, as the topic of Igorius' parentage was a bit of an open secret. Though to this day Lord Stavos has never acknowledged the blood tie.
Igorius took well to his new studies, and has managed to this day to neither blow off any of his fingers nor fatally poison himself. He began spending a good deal of his time ranging far into the wilds around the keep, collecting all manner of reagents for his master. The duality of a life spent half secreted away in a dark lab and half wandering free under the open sky appealed to him.
When the call for men and woman to come forward and reclaim the Stolen Lands rang out Igorius went to Lord Stavos and requested that he be allowed to travel to the south to represent Stavos' interest in the region. Igorius told himself that this was a golden opportunity, that he was doing this to prove his worth to his father, to be acknowledged. And that was all true, but there was more to it than that, recently Igorius' research had taken a darker turn and he had begun experimenting on himself as he investigated the inherently volatile nature of his dual blood. What he needed was place away from prying Orlovsky eyes, to be able to work without shame.
Regardless of the outcome it is time to make his second mark on the world.
