Urlin is the most skilled of Emlyn’s cohort of paladins. Urlin’s known for his dry and often snarky sense of humor and his ability to beat most things with the enormous sword he carries. Urlin’s preference is for cutting and thrusting, not the chopping and slashing favored by so many of his peers. Urlin’s large so the big blade suits him. Urlin comes from a long line of paladins and warriors. He chose to pursue the duty over glory.

His family has always revered his goddess. A brutal siege led Urlin to pledge himself to the goddess. Urlin’s quiet, calm, confident manner often steadies the rest of the cohort. Despite his skill in battle, Urlin would rather negotiate when he can.

Wherever Urlin Manadu goes, laughter—or groans—aren’t far behind. Towering and broad-shouldered, he carries his great sword like it’s part of him, slung with ease over one shoulder as if daring the world to give him a reason to use it. His brown hair is often tousled by wind or battle, never quite disciplined, much like the man himself. Dark eyes flash with mischief, constantly scanning for a moment to cut the tension with a sharp remark or a teasing jab, especially when things get too serious. He thrives in the thick of the fight, not because he loves violence, but because there’s clarity in it—and perhaps because it’s the one place where his sarcasm quiets down. Urlin has a reputation for being the last to kneel, the first to crack a joke after a skirmish, and the one you want at your back when things go sideways. Beneath the bravado, though, there’s a surprising depth: a fierce loyalty to his comrades and a code he doesn’t talk about, but follows all the same.