Dedicating himself from a young age, Brostan has studied the sword while those around his age explored the valley, only having a few people close to him he could call friends. After borrowing a few swords from his stead ( Bear Fallen ) he spared with his cousin, Aventarl. During one of these sparring sessions Brostan was cut quite badly on his face from his cousins blade, taking too long to get help his cuts could not be magically healed, the scars years later still remind him that tools should not be used without mastery or the wrong people could be hurt. During his coming of age he bested all the trials before him, his resolve was not broken against the devil. This let Brostan find a large area covered in masks, seeing the masks of gods he knew and many he did not, they crumbled to dust when he tried to pick any up. He told no-one of what he saw but felt a pull towards Humakt as he returned from it all, he soon joined the cult of Humakt and has been devout ever since. Brostan was tasked with denying the Lunars from getting his clans wyter during the battle of the Harraborn Vs the Lunars. Together with his friends they held off against some Lunars led by a lady dressed in a red cloak while the Royal took the spirt of the Black Stag inside itself to escape.