Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27968758-20151202154950/@comment-29458028-20151204142131

Taranis sighed and drank from the bottle of wine directly. He decided to reflect on his life. He didn't know his parents, and probably never would find out who they were. All he knew was that they were probably Breton, and one of them was a Dragon, or Dragonkin. He wouldn't know. He had been abandoned as a child, and trained by a group of sellswords who took him in. Eventually, he became their best, and left when they all retired. Pretty mundane life.

Awakening his dragon side freaked him out a lot, although he already was one of the lucky few who didn't have any facial mess ups. Some people grew horns or scales on their face. He only had a few lines of scales on his back, and that wasn't too disfiguring. Suddenly, people didn't seem to like him so much anymore. Most holds would turn him away.

Taranis drank more deeply from the wine, before staring at the bottle aimlessly. Such a pointless existence. He wanted a purpose.