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 …show more content…
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
“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 …show more content…
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