Artos Úrath

A soldier and nobleman who guarded the protectorate outpost of Úr in the waters of the world, Artos grew up proud and haughty as his legion of warriors took part in the destruction of many dangerous beasts. One day, however, his legion faced a terrible creature that it could not deal with easily - a kraken. While the area of Úr was safe in the end, many in the legion were killed or injured and Artos was among them. He could barely remember the battle and awoke in a strange area. He could not swim here and he was not calmed by the feel of the water on his skin. No, he was on the surface. He struggled out of this wooden structure that he was in and was greeted by a middle-aged human who explained that Artos was in a bad state when he was found. The human led the triton to his gear and bid him farewell, but Artos couldn’t bring himself to leave. Úr was right there, but these people were so weak. They weren’t the proud race of tritons, and this town wasn’t just an outpost. This was their life. So Artos repayed this life-debt and protected the town from bandits and beasts. Thirty years passed and the man Artos wished to protect had passed away with his wife at a ripe old age. He had no ties left to this town and between guards and hedge knights, the town was more protected now, so he left to help people elsewhere. He didn’t abandon everything from the town, however. The townspeople kept to the Frostmaiden, who protected them from the winter winds. She appeared to Artos in a dream after he left the town and asked him to be his champion. He obliged. For the next few years before departing on the expedition, Artos was always sure to tell the people he saved about his loving Goddess.