After years of trying to make his way as a Lion Warrior, Adresin had wound up at the High Westport crewing seafaring galleys as they made their way across the globe. He had seen the icey waters of the Sea of Claws, the greenest jungle of Lustria and its strange lizard men, the deserts of Araby and the strange wonderous lands of Cathay. Then one day on a routine trip out of High Westport ferrying an intrepid group of bloodbowl players to the Old World he is asked if he wants to join the Kestrels.

After years of being a journeyman (see what I did there - Ed) Adresin "First Mate" Phaendar leaves his old life behind to try his hand at balling.