Kelrot grew up a poor bastard in the Industrial Quarter of Axiom around where the smiths forge their iron. Kelrot's mother wanted him to be an apprentice to the smiths, but most of his childhood he spent using sticks to spar with the other children instead. He would watch as the city guards came in to pick up their beautifully forged steel in their elegant clothes and armor. Oh how he longed for a life like that!
As he aged, his prowess sharpened. When he turned 18 he applied for the city guard and was accepted into the training program. After training for about a year, Kolret was let go under somewhat unknown circumstances. Despite being let go, Kelrot had taken to his training well. The spear felt like an extension of his arm, and his shield seemed to block much more space than seemed possible with the surface area. He was slowly becoming a one my wall for him and his allies. Though he was no longer a recruit of the guard, his lieutenant's words still rang in his head.
"Without training, they lacked knowledge. Without knowledge, they lacked confidence. Without confidence, they lacked victory."
Though he had been denied, his training continued. Nearly copperless and out of options, this caravan was his only chance.
