Lucius of the Aveni
Long is the road to Cimbar, but even longer when walked with your back to the Greatest City of Man.
With every footfall taken, the land turned more barbaric and primitive. Far behind him now were the Forums and the Academies. Far the clamor of the Arena and the Amphitheater. Far his beloved Ludus Magus. And long would be the road he will still walk to regain all that was taken away.
But such was the nature of the Great Game. He played his part and he lost...
With only one fateful companion by his side, he ventured to a land where he may yet regain his status and put his talents to use. For now, the Coast of Swords holds promise. They are a martial people and the land is so full of turmoil that few will pay him too close of a mind. A sharp-witted man could seize the opportunities here presented. Perhaps with some effort, and the heritage of his home, a new era of culture could sprout even in this dready land. At least the locals seem keen on tasting the finer of life's pleasures at a faintest of whims. There is potential there, without a shadow of a doubt.
As they say back home; "Audentes fortuna iuvat." -Fortune favors the Bold!