Name: Artor Cambori
Location: Warder Keep, Akron
Whatever one thinks about The Warders in general, one can not deny that Artor Cambori is a capable and multi-talented man. Originating from a traveling merchant family from Groam, Artor has had an upbringing that highlights the meaning of personal achievement instead of relying on traditional safety nets provided by friends and family. Indeed during his youth he did not have time to make friends since they were always moving about to yet another exotic nook of the world in need of cinnamon or cold-smoked sole fishes or whatever. While his parents were there to help him out, they actively encouraged him to find his own solutions prior to seeking comfort, help or a shoulder to cry on from them. He did and it served him well.
Cambori joined the military life at an early age of 17 after his parents were murdered by a rampaging horde of ogres while they were traveling the dangerous Medon Pass between Akron and Groam. He served awhile in Akron as a regular soldier stationed in the town of Medon and then he joined the esteemed The White Dogs unit (border patrol units under the direct rule of the king of Groam) whose entire purpose was the guard the borders of the kingdom at troubled locations. While he served in the unit, the unit was involved in many tolling conflicts around Groam and a severe back injury fighting a rampaging werewolf on the north shores of Dhaira Bay forced him to retire from the unit permanently. Miraculously he healed within a year but did not find the desire to pursue his military career anymore. After six boring years raising corn, apples and turnips he grew restless and sought out some compatriots of his old days in order to form a mercenary group. This is how the mercenary group The Warders came into existence.
Cambori had made decent coin serving others but not nearly enough to build a base of operations for his group. The group was teetering on the edge of disbandment for a few years taking odd jobs here and there until they had made enough money to establish a permanent base. They bought an old abandoned and obsolete fort, fixed it, moved in and made it their base. Since those days they have made themselves famous and are one now one of the most reliable and stable mercenary units available in Cresia.
Artor is a cool – even reserved – man with a strong sense of righteousness and it his solely his judgement that has landed the unit their deals. Artor has weeded out clients and jobs that he sees problematic from the perspectives of ethics and morality. They won’t be part of random assassinations nor burning the villages of peasants just because someone would be willing to pay for that work. Artor’s leadership has been examplary and his position within the group is firm and stable – in fact many think that the group would wither and die should something happen to Artor making him unable to steer the group. Artor is in his sixties and in remarkably good health and still fit for physically demanding work. He refuses to sit behind a desk while his men are doing the work and instead rides along with them to whatever dangers lie ahead. This makes him a rather hard to reach man since he one can’t just show up behind his door and hire his posse on a short notice.