Stubby Chronicles

Manifest Drakon - Camnewk

I started playing DND with some friends and this is my character. Parts with Manifest will either be snippets of our sessions or little shorts unrelated to the gameplay. This particular one is a little bit of his backstory

My name is Manifest Drakon.

I'm a Changeling Sorcerer with a red Dragonic Bloodline. I was born in Camnewk where I learned quickly to hide my powers. The ruler of Camnewk has a strong aversion to magic. My parents, Matrik and Elusion, were careful to train me deep in the woods where no one would see or hear.

They said that Camnewk wasn't always like this. When they came here, they were free to use magic whenever they wanted. The old ruler, Syrria, being a wizard herself, used magic all the time. She saw it as a necessity. Raashka her son, and heir to the throne, was even fond of it. Begging her to teach him and let him learn simple spells. Unexpectedly, she died of a magical curse when Raashka was 15. He grew to hate magic, blaming it for the death of his mother. Once he was 18, he came to rule over Camnewk and immediately placed a ban on all magic; anyone seen using magic would be killed on sight.

My parents thought about leaving. They knew they wouldn't be able to hide forever. However, my mother was soon to give birth to me. She told my father they would never make it to the nearest kingdom in time. So they stayed. Hiding their magic. Teaching me to be careful and telling me to never let anyone see my powers.

I kept wondering what life was like outside of Camnewk; where I didn't have to hide who I was. I wanted to use my magic freely without the worry of being seen. I was tired of living life in fear. I wanted freedom. I wanted out of Camnewk.

So.

I left.

When I turned 17, I packed a small bag and told my parents I was leaving in search of a new life. My mother told me to come back once I had found a safe place. I promised I wouldn't leave them here alone. Not for long. My father gave me a red scarf that he said was given to him by his father. He told me it had healing capabilities.

"Just wrap it around the wound and say, 'I bid this blood back in my veins; I bid my flesh restore its plains.'" he said to me.

I hugged them both, promising I would return for them, and went on my way.