A Scale of Freedom [Ongoing]

Chapter 1: A Rebellion Worth Millions (pt.1)

As I enjoy my smooth mug of ale and sit in front of my fireplace I often reminisce the memories of my travels. This planet I'm on is not of my own and yet I've somehow found a home in this foreign place. Sitting atop a lone hill in the middle of a grassland lies my humble shack made of oak wood.

A small barn not too far from here houses my livestock, not much but enough to feed me until the next winter or so. Every morning I watch them graze while downing a huge mug of freshly squeezed milk. On hot days I use my innate frost breath to help cool them off and sometimes when children pass by here from the nearby town I would puff up snowflakes and frost which they can play with for a short while.

Who would have thought a white Dragonborn would fit in this countryside so well? Certainly not me, but either way if you are in possession of this journal then that would mean I have already passed from this world. Please take good care of this memoir for it's the only other living memory of mine, a memento of my time in this world. I'd be guessing that you're not here to read about farming techniques or how to properly distill ale. I, Veryax Silverfang, will tell you my story. It all starts within my home planet, Abeir...

One great distinction between the planet I am currently residing in and my home planet of Abeir is the absence of gods. On our planet gods are not commonplace and religion concerning them is non-existent. Growing up there I saw the trials and tribulations of my people, how the dragon masters would torture my kind for sport, and their grotesque half-dragon children playing with us like wind-up toys.

On our planet, the Primordials were usurped by dragons making them the top of the food chain. I could drone on and on about the History of Abeir but I would rather not. To paint a clear picture of what our planet looks like just imagine desolate wastes as far as the eye can see. Most cities are morose and gloomy and Dragons always litter the skies. I grew up in such a city where my kind was regularly sold as slaves like cattle to a butcher waiting for slaughter. I don't even remember much about family as well, my mother and I were separated when I was young. She was sold off as a slave doing sexual favors or something along those lines meanwhile, my father left my mother before I was even born. You see we've tried, or more specifically, my people have been trying to escape the rule of the dragons for so many years. Time and again we've tried rising up and usurping our masters but every time we do, we keep falling flat. So Many lives taken, and so many sacrifices have been done, all for nothing. I remember talking to my closest friends about it when I was serving as a butler for a particular white chromatic dragon.