OH BOY
HERE WE GO THIS ONE IS LONG
DnD AU backstories and by god these were fun to write
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Gloves Elaris- Lightfoot(?) Halfling Druid
I never knew my parents, really. But my bright-pink eyes may have to do with it.
I used to be told that, in some places of the forest I was raised in, some halflings believe Pink eyes are bad luck. Some parents even throw out kids who had them as soon as they opened their eyes, leaving them to nature.
But...I was different. I survived. I was found by a pack of wolves who raised me. They taught me their tongue and how to hunt like them. I stayed with that pack till I was like...10? I don't remember exactly. But I remember the night when it happened.
The pack was just at our dens, chatting and gossiping before going to bed when our leader howled and warned us of hunters. We tried to run. They got us.
Except for me. They...they spared me just cause I looked like them. They took me in and raised me as a normal halfling. Only one problem. I hated being stuck inside. For ten years, I was used to running and hunting and sleeping outside. Not stuck inside some house!
So I often snuck outside when I wasn't supposed too. I'd spend hours out in the woods. I always knew the way back home but always the hunters had to come get me. But they must've sensed the connection I had with nature.
So, well, they signed me up for a magic academy, one that specialized in teaching young druids. Others in my class tried to command nature to do their bidding when I asked. Though I showed more promise I kept being held back because I wasn't doing it "The Right Way". I'd been there five years before they let me move up.
I learned quickly. Even when they kept me back I snuck into the library and read all the textbooks I could. I grew stronger and taught myself how to use druidic magic. When I graduated I ran towards the forest and never looked back.
I found another wolf pack. They took me in-the one wolf who survived that hunter attack started this pack. I was a friend-and I lived among them for five more years, heading to the markets in town ever so often to get clothing or gifts for the pups.
When the five year mark hit, I met them.
Two brothers, the scent of old scrolls and books on one and potions and incense on the other. I thought they posed a threat so I pounced on them. I demanded they tell me what they were doing in my pack's turf.
I listened to their tales. First, annoyed, then interested.
These two were exiled royals, with dragon blood-Prince, a sorcerer who awakened his draconic powers, and Emperor, a cleric who chose not to and resigned himself to a life of healing others. They needed to start a rebellion to overthrow Prince's twin, but they needed to rid said twin's ally-The Dreaded Blaze King.
So, I joined them. I said goodbye to my pack, but two of the pups wanted to come with me. I let them. Kirivia and Kiruvia, twins.
We got together a party, and headed off to stop this king.
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Army Vallaha- Human Warlock
I never wanted it to turn out this way, but alas, what needs to be done must be done.
My family is cursed-only one son from each generation. Simply because of our patron Goddess. Her rival doesn't like us very much.
But the problem is, according to tradition and the deal made with our patron, only a male may assume our throne, or else she will take away our magical powers.
