| Atalius |
Dragon Scholar: Dragons have fascinated you for as long as you can remember. The potent power they possess, the long lives they lead, the ancient traditions they inspire—whatever the source of your interest, you’ve spent much of your life to this point immersed in all things draconic. These studies have bolstered your self-confidence and given you a wide range of methods and tactics you can use to impose your will on others.
You’ve likely chosen to attend the Call for Heroes as a way to seek funds as an adventurer to afford more texts about dragons or perhaps out of a desire to encounter one in real life.
| Loreguard |
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Perhaps as a small child, your village was having issues with some manner of dangerous beast, such as perhaps a bulette.
A dragon came along, scaring the local villagers even worse, of course. However, a wise old adventurer who had retired there, and grown (according to most) senile had approached the dragon recognizing that it was brass, and asked it for help, giving it a gem, and a riddle it couldn't guess. The brass dragon found the adventurer amusing, and the situation compelling.
The dragon agreed to help, but asked the adventurer to ask the village for a tribute. The dragon killed the bulette, and traveled around asking for donations. One of the local families, noting the dragon was definitely injured, tried to kill the dragon. This did not endear the dragon to the rest of the families, and also created a 'rumor' of the dragon's greed, suggesting the dragon had killed the family for not offering enough gold and silver.
The character had seen their parents gather up all the money they had, the mother was worried that due to the loss of much of their livestock. And losing the money, they would not be able to pay back a loan they owed, and her husband might get taken from them. The father, however, more fearful for his family cared not about himself, insisted he would work in the mines to pay back the money, if it meant his children might live.
The character was hidden away when the dragon was drawing close. You were holding a large hunk of quartz you had found a year ago, potentially your in your view your most valuable possession, other than your family. Your family had laughed at your offer to include it in your family's payment. You knew your family was worried about the loss of the money. While your father met the dragon, your mother was holding you, but she froze in fear, in sight of the dragon. This allowed you to escape, and you fool-heatedly ran forward, offering your fist sized, rough, rock to the large dragon, to your father's horror.
The dragon laughed, immediately dropping the dragon's sack which that your father was dropping his tribute into. To his absolute horror, he saw the dragon move in blinding speed to his son, the dragon saying "No, I will take this!", as it laughed hysterically. The dragon snatched the quartz from the child's hand and patted them gently on the head. The child's action, had suddenly revealed the answer to the riddle to the dragon, having something to do with love and sacrifice, and it was simply ecstatic. It clutched the piece of quartz, as if a precious jewel, and flew off to tell the adventurer the answer to the riddle. The dragon flew off, happy, for some reason with its new addition to its hoard, and wasn't seen again by any of the other villagers who were gathering any more of their tribute. The bag left on the ground had the father's tribute as well as some additional goal and a few family heirlooms. Even after simply giving the heirlooms back, there was enough money to pay off the loan, and buy some new livestock and help some of the neighbors.
As an adult, you came to realize that the rock was of very little value, but yet the dragon seems quite intent on taking your tribute over things of far more value. Such a strange choice drew you into trying to understand what it was that makes them. What the differences are between chromatic and metallic dragons, for instance.
Sorry, kind of long, and pretty specific. Took me a get to get it typed out.