Mik was orphaned at a young age, and left in the care of a
 local temple. The brothers raised him as best they could, giving him an
 education, and giving him as much of a moral base as they could provide.
 But Mik was restless, yearning for something he couldn't define. As a teen,
 he would ofttimes sneak out to watch any number of contests between
 warriors, either in an arena or in a practice stall. He was fascinated
 by one fighter, a hobgoblin of reknown (this was a city with a lot of
 permissiveness with regards to race) name Korak. The creature had the
 most amazing array of skills and moves Mik had ever seen. Once, when
 Korak was involved in a fight that had heavy betting behind it, Mik
 noticed a hooded man taking up a position behind Korak and raising a
 small pipe to his lips. Fearful of some sort of treachery, Mik
 snatched Korak's cloak, from where he had laid it aside for the match,
 and ran out into the salle. Throwing the cloak up behind Korak, Mik
 was able to intercept a lethal dart aimed at the hobgoblin's back.
 Korak's opponent, seeing his plan ruined by a mere stripling, broke
 off the fight with Korak to strike Mik down with his blade. As Mik
 lay dying, Korak slew his opponent from behind, and knelt by the boy's
 side. Reaching into a pouch, he withdrew a potion, which he poured
 into Mik's mouth. His bleeding stopped, and a portion of his
 health was returned to him. Korak told Mik that he owed the boy his
 life, and asked him what reward he wanted. Mik, still weak from the
 wound, said "I want to learn how to fight like you, sir."  Korak agreed,
 and over the next 5 years, he trained the boy as a Warblade. Along
 the way, Mik learned the worship of a god revered by Korak. Now armed
 with an impressive array of battle skills, Mik is in Selgaunt looking for
 new tests of his skills. He also looks for companionship, since the Battle
 College was more one of competition rather than comradeship.