While the Archonate of Fenn was settled within the cold north of the continent, the warmth of it's people had always been one to keep everyone going. Fylson had grown up there, simply as a chore boy in his youth, fetching herbs and other resources to help his settlement in even the coldest of nights, community was something he valued deeply. Throughout his childhood he had lost his father and mother to war, his father a brave soldier and mother a caring medic. It was the community that raised him, and one he wanted to give back to dearly. As he grew he began training with worn dummy half frozen in snow, with an old training sword he'd spend hours attempting to land a hit that would even so much as come close to toppling the old dummy, but the freeze combined with his still growing strength made it feel almost impossible. He spent most his days out in the wilderness, becoming accustomed to it as he collected medicinal herbs, food and supplies, often spending months away at a time visiting cities across the continent gathering wares and trading with strangers. It wasn't until recent he returned to the Fenn to settle down, planning to join the military to get a change of pace, and protect those who had protected him growing up.
