The sky had just darkened above the small town of teriel. A man, never seen before by the eyes of the town's men enters a local tavern, seeming to have been looking for someone. This mysterious man searched the scene before him finding a one of a kind beast sitting at the bar.

  “Another”. The beast stated. The tender would pour another glass of ale. This beast stood at 9 feet tall with a scale covered body, the color of snow.

He was one, of an ancient race, called Dragonborn.

  The mysterious man sat a seat down the bar from him. “This is your 7th tonight Amarok, your barely even fazed”. The tender said. “Amarok huh?” the mysterious man stated, with a slight chuckle.

  His voice boomed with a deep raspiness that could relate to that of Amarok. Amarok peared over, “Who might you be stranger”? The man wore a dark hood covering his face. “I'm an old friend”. He said turning towards him.

  Amarok thought through his memories to see if he might remember him, but nothing came to thought for he did not remember much. Just then the man exhaled sending a small burst of fire, revealing that he wasn’t a man, but another Dragonborn.

  This Dragonborn had scales black as night. This took Amarok by surprise for he hadn’t ever seen another of his kind. “You don’t remember me?” He said confused and a bit disappointed. “I am Arrinn… your oldest friend.” he said.

“And you are Sheidden, the great white Dragonborn, Alpha to your bloodline.”

  “I am Amarok, of Teriel, I don’t know who you are.” He said as if he was unsure of his own words. “I am camped just outside of town in the woods.” Arrinn said as he got up and left the tavern. Amarok thought for a second. Then still confused, he finished his last drink and left the tavern, returning to the Inn he had taken as home.

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  Later that night in Amarok’s slumber he was struck by a dream. One that would seem like a memory, of which he’d like to forget. That night a storm had struck the land, pouring rain over the village. Amarok couldn’t seem to escape this dream. He kept tossing and turning in his bed, discomforted by this nightmare. He saw himself, as a baby white Dragon, with other baby white dragons around him. Suddenly an attack happens, and there’s a blast of flames, followed by a bolt of lightning. He hears the voice of a powerful being. The booming voice almost seemed like that of a women.

  Amarok then burst from his bed into reality, hitting the floor. His hands and eyes rapidly searched around as if he did not know where he was. Once he had noticed that he had lived this nightmare before, he quickly grabbed a cloak and left the inn in a hurry. He had gotten to the gate and passed through, entering the beginnings of the woods. Amarok played with this memory in his head, until he had come to the realization that he just may be who this mysterious Arrinn had said he was.

  Amarok searched for any type of flame or camp in the trees, but he did not find anything. “Where are you?” He thought. He began to wander around losing his way into the woods. Suddenly a large dark figure lept down from a tree landed just meters from Amarok. It landed hard with a heavy echo at its feet. “So,’ A female voice spoke,’ You are the one called Sheidden.” She said. She stood about 8 feet tall covered by a dark hood. “Who are you?” Amarok questioned. Just then two more figures fell landing on either side of him, also under hoods, shielding their identity. These two both also stood around 8 feet relating to the female.

  Amarok prepared himself mentally for a battle, until he saw Arrinn pace out from the trees. “So…. You came.” He stated. Arrinn drew back his hood depleting the shade from his face, before the others did the same. It was a group of dragonborns. “Who are you?” Amarok asked.

  “I am Kavara.” the female dragonborn spoke. She was covered in green scales. “I am Marik”. Another male dragonborn stated. He had goldish scales. “And I am Destin.” the last spoke, he having red scales.

  Amarok sat for a second waiting. “Destined to what?” he said. Impatiently, Destin repeated “My name, is Destin.”

“Oh ok.” Amarok said. “So,’ Kavara said,’ Who are you?” He thought for a second. “I am Sheidden.” He decided.