Saturday, February 15, 2020

Of Dragons and Dungeons

Little is known about Warfarin the Changeling, and little does he know about himself as well. Changelings are born as deformed ugly creatures of nature. It is only through their deceit and expansive memory that they are able to assume countless identities and do what they are known for. Aagravon the elusive, was one such changeling who spent years deceiving and fighting his way to the top of criminal orc syndicate. Lawful paladins and knights spent years looking to bring the slippery chieftain to justice but every attempt resulted in slit throats and Aagravon simply manipulating his way out.
Eventually, each victory and escape only served to bolster his arrogance, and Aagravon grew bold in his aspirations. Aspiring to steal the forbidden treasure, he arrived in the village of the Aarakocras alone. His advisories and subordinates were all too cowardly and he had to show them who was boss... Little is known of what transpired in the village that day, but nothing was ever heard of him again. Far away in the plains of the river Esk, a wounded changeling clings on to life. He couldn't remember a face to give him an identity; neither could he recall a memory to even remember his name. All he had was a bow in one hand, and a bracelet in the other.
He looked down at the bracelet and read "Warfarin".

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