Lands in the prosperous Crownlands have often been the reward for exemplary service. So it was with Bohdan’s family. His ancestors had fought in all of the kingdom’s wars. But Bohdan took his family seat in a time of relative peace. With no war to fight, he spent his time complaining there were no opportunities to demonstrate his prowess, which he said exceeded his predecessors.

Fate provided, in the form of a major Void incursion.

Bohdan fought heroically but he had been lax with his soldiers and vassals, who shared his reckless disregard for proper training. Seven in ten of his warriors died alongside most of his knights. The Queen stripped Bohdan of his lands, now divided between another lord and the lingering Void. His pride undiminished, Bohdan complained that he had been unjustly punished for the failure of his vassals and levies, “It was their duty to be ready when I called, not my duty to mold them into what the call required.” A lord’s sole responsibility, he claimed, was to inspire through valorous feats of arms. Had he not performed this duty exceptionally well?

Bohdan had not survived the battle entirely unscathed, for he lost the use of his left arm. He often boasts he is still, even one-handed, more than a match for any other knight. He tells anyone who listens he would have a retinue if he wanted to be dragged down by “unreliable” hangers-on. Twin fires burn in him now: his ire toward the feckless Queen for stripping him of his hereditary honors and, far hotter, hatred of the Void for taking everything else.

It was these grudges that resonated so strongly when he heard the Hunters’ call.