“Months of travelling and searching, scavenging and surviving. Learning, discovering, has lead me here in the thick of it all. Tall trees that cover the sky, an endless sea of green above me. Food is scarce, and my clothes mere rags, I see signs of civilization ahead. Amongst other things, I come across tracks that aren’t mine. I’m put in a crossroads: a clue to what I’ve been searching for, and someone tracking me. Nearing the edge of the forest, I head towards the opening, I need open ground to establish a better vantage point in case some one is in fact tracking me. A loud snap of a branch cuts through the air, no time to react, I must make a break out of the forest.
I escaped the woods, from the sea of green to the blinding glow of the sun. Before I knew it, even before my eyes adjusted to the brightness, an arrow decided to find its way in my flesh. A group of travelers that seemed as if they’ve been waiting for me. This group was clearly more ready for me than I was of them, they were for certain not the ones tracking me. But their arrow wasn’t an invitation for a friendly chat. I….see…..RED.
A thousand years of fire ignites within, I feel it burn through me, I clutch my great axe with a grip that could turn coals to diamonds. I set my eyes on the closest member of the group, I need not to ask who wants to dance first. I make it rain hate. But in the middle of the storm, the clouds break, the sun peaks through, I stopped myself. Perhaps I should ask why they attack or even who they are. There’s not much honor in claiming a stranger’s life. Not even a second after I draw back my axe, my body becomes still, lifeless, as if I’m standing next to it and staring at myself. Next thing I know a dwarf attacks, and the group ties me up.
A new stranger pops up, he was not one of them. He had plenty to say, he was the one tracking me. The group made a piss poor attempt of taking him on, the dwarf wasn’t bad, but they could use more help to take on someone like that. The stranger vanishes without his sword, a shiny bit, could go for a good amount of pieces. I regain control of my body, the group has managed to find some sense in talking to strangers before attacking.
With much skepticism, they agree to take me along to Sanction. The monk is a character, but I trust him best of the group….for now. The dwarf could prove to be a worthy adversary, or foe. I am sure a good fight is in store for us, whether side by side or face to face, time will tell. The rest of the group is still up in the air, they trust me as far as they can throw me…they cannot. The feeling is mutual, I mean they attacked me before saying a word.
We arrive at Sanction and we find ourselves at the Fireball Inn. Through lies and tricks, the group somehow got a Draconian in their room. If I have to spend another minute tied up, or hidden in a closet, I will surely burn this whole place down. Where is the honor in hiding, in being tied up? Whatever this group is after, perhaps will lead me to what I am looking for as well. But right now, they could use my help as much as I will surely need theirs.
A long blood line of draconian royalty, fought many battles and crushing enemies for honor, these are things that made my clan great. And now I am on my own, my bloodline ends with me, my battles are few and far in between, with no honor show for it, and I’m stuck in a room with a dwarf. At least we have libations from the monk, the only thing better than a dwarf, is a drunk dwarf.”