Lt. Atsish

Lt. Cremethar Alberon Atsish was born in the small city of Neffle on the eastern coast of Elothnin around the year 1010 to a poor fisherman and his humble wife. For generations, his family had made their living off of fishing the foggy coasts Neffle. Neffle, of course, is primarily noted for it's near-constant fog that is often seen to linger throughout the day, making the city appear to be in the midst of a great cloud at times.

As a young man, Atsish shared that aspiration so common among adolescents of provincial origins to abandon one's roots and strike a bold, independent course in life. Unlike most youthful dreams, however, Atsish's did not go unrealized.

At the age of 17, after a brief stint as a fisherman on his father's boat, Atsish joined the Imperial Army as an enlisted infantryman. He was immediately dispatched to a unit stationed on the western front on the Erkenheld Forest. In spite of the entreaties of his family who desired that he stay, the young man was quite eager to leave his humble home and see what the Empire held for a brave young man with an unflappable will to succeed.

After a year's travel that was marked by illness and hardship for every man in his regiment, a weary Atsish at last reached the western side of Elothnin. During his time at the front, Atsish earned the respect of his comrades-in-arms and quickly rose to the rank of sergeant in part thanks to the high rate of casualties among imperial soldiers of that rank.

In the year 1041, Atsish took what would be fateful furlough to the small town of West Fethil with a handful of other soldiers. Of course, there is very little in the way of decent occupation for young men unburdened by attachment in an unknown small town, so it should not be surprising that some of Atsish's companions found their way into trouble. It seems that after numerous rounds of ale at Macrath's pub, these young soldiers drew their weapons on a group of locals that had, in the soldiers' eyes, offended their dignity. Atsish bravely intervened and prevented any blood from being spilled by the besotted soldiers.

The eminent Delando Worthis happened to be a witness to this incident, and, impressed with Atsish's brave deportment, offered to secure the young man a commissioned post in the Queen's army. The young sergeant quickly accepted the offer, believing he would be given a command post at the front. Worthis, however, was only able to procure the command of the provincial town's small garrison, which, having already jumped at the offer, Atsish was compelled to accept.

Over the last decade as the commander of the West Fethil garrison, Atsish has languished due to the lack of stimulation provided by his occupation. As a result, the Lieutenant has turned to drink to make up for the emptiness in his life, which has further limited his chances for advancement.