Ophie Emerged from the stairwell slightly out of breath from the climb and was caught unawares by how beautiful fallcrest's high-town was. Buildings here stood, call and clean compared to her life below the cliff. Markets did bustling trade and there seemed to be must less chaos and trash than she would have expected in any place where people lived. In front of her past a row of houses and shops stood a large marble building of some kind. She could see a similar building even further up the street, as well.
Above everything, Moonstone Keep, the castle-seat of the Lord Warden himself loomed at the top of a hill with a dense forest at its base.
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Ophisira
FantasyGrowing up alone on the streets of Fallcrest's worst neighborhoods, Ophisira has only dim memories of a mother who left her at a trading house when she was barely hatched. Life for a dragonborn in a city mostly populated by humans and halflings was...
