Drar Irnaak

Workul Irnaak - Brother

Drar is a Bronze Dragonborn hailing from the small fishing village of Blue-Water, which lies on the coast of Kaglaodia. He is named for famed Dragonborn general Draraznos, who was an early figure in the Drakonian Wars. At a young age, Drar studied under the tutelage of Kilfras Umrin, who imparted a love of history and song to Drar. Changing his name to match his hero, and finally mastering the lute, he decided to set off for adventure. What Drar did not realize was that he was in for the adventure of a lifetime.

## Biography

### Early Years (Birth-10 years)

Drar was born under the name Short-Snout in the year 235 P.D., to Kariel and Caluk of the Irnaak Den. A small fishing den, Short-Snout was raised by the seaside from a young age. From the age of 4 he was trained to labor with the fisherman, and often worked a boat with his older brother, Workul. It was around this time that Caluk died of a disease the Dragonborns call Scale-Sickness, and Short-Snout was left with only his elder brother and mother.

When he wasn't fishing with his brother, Short-Snout would go at night to the shore. Here, in the small whimsical village of blue-water, citizens would gather to imbibe large quantities of drink and listen to the songs of their people around large smoking pyres of red fire. Though Short-Snout didn't always understand the stories, they sure did excite him. His favorite tales were always the ones where the poor subjugated dragonborns of the past rose up against their evil dragon overlords. Although he didn't understand the symbolisms or weight of the story itself on his people, he was enthralled at the daring actions of the heroes, and the larger than life feats they had accomplished.

So while he continued to fish with his brother, he asked his mother to show him how to fight. A simple fisher-woman herself, she had been trained by her father in the ways of the Kagloadian military's fighting style. Though she had a simple life, he had thought she would be better off if she knew how to defend herself and her family. In truth, this fighting style was not learnt by Short-Snout's grandfather, but by his great great grand-father. Shortly after the war, Medfras Irnaak enlisted to defend Kagloadian lands from the chaos that sought to seep in. Though Medfras' descendants went on to be mere fishers, the fighting style which he taught his own son was passed down all the way to Short-Snout.

Short-Snout, as a result of this, had an enjoyable and well-rounded childhood. Fishing, practice fighting, and listening to stories made up most of his past-times, and he got on fairly well with his family and community. He had some resentment for the larger trade den, the Den of Shaaldrunil. It always seemed to Short-Snout that they benefitted most off of his communities hard work despite them doing much less back-breaking work. Not only that, but none of the Shaaldrunil children liked to play Drakonian Wars, calling it childish and boring. These slights were never forgotten by Short-Snout.

### Adolescence (10-15)

When Short-Snout was twelve years old, he met a man named Kilfras Umrin. Kilfras was an elderly war-chanter, and he knew the old songs and chants of his people. When he was younger, Kilfras was one of the story-tellers that most enthralled Short-Snout at the beaches; however now at the ripe old age of 78, Kilfras found it hard to leave his home. One day though, sitting out front of his lonely den, enjoying beautiful sunny weather, Kilfras observed Short-Snout singing a song that Kilfras had made up. He called out to the boy, who told him that it was his favorite war-song from those beach gatherings. Admiring the boys love of ancient lore, and honored that his song had been deemed superior than all others, Kilfras offered to take Short-Snout under his wing and teach him more warsongs.

For the next three years, Short-Snout studied with Kilfras and learned much more about his people's history and oral tradition. Kilfras even had a few written history books that Short-Snout relished. Further, if he thought he enjoyed the stories about The Drakonian War when he younger, well, his age and new teacher gave him a great many new insights to the story that made it all the better. Understanding now, truly, the history of his people and their ability to accomplish greatness inspired Short-Snout. He would often imagine himself into the pages of his history books and warsongs; fighting dragons, commanding armies, and singing great songs of his own glory. Short-Snout decided while studying under Kilfras that one day he would be a hero and that some child Dragonborn, long after he died, would learn the song of Short-Snout the Great, and it would inspire him and he would have his own dreams and in that way Short-Snout would still be alive in some small way.

Short-Snout began to study instruments under Kilfras; Kilfras taught Short-Snout two common dragonborn instruments: War-Horn and War-Drums. Short-Snout was skilled at both of them in a relatively short time, and seeking to add a third instrument to his repertoire, he taught himself how to play the lute. Shortly thereafter he tried to begin composing and writing his own songs, but found it rather difficult. Nonetheless, he strung a few chords together and made it sound nice, and he soon started to preform himself at the beach gatherings.

On the day of his fifteenth birthday - his coming of age party - he gave himself the name Drar. He chose this name after much deliberation, but he decided that to name himself Drar after his idol Draraznos; a general and early rebel in the Drakonian Wars who united the Bronze Dragonborns and tried to wake up the other Dragonborn to rise up as well. Drar thought that he should carry this name to pay respect to his past and to breathe life again into the long since deceased Draraznos.

For his birthday, he received from his mother a special gift. A beautiful steel dagger, with gems inlaid into the hilt and his name - Drar - engraved upon the blade. Kilfras also gave Drar a gift: a beautiful spruce and mahogany lute. Drar was overjoyed - he practiced all day and night with both of his gifts.

One day, after fishing with his brother, Drar noticed a Muhwarian Military Vessel passing through the cool clear waters of Blue-Water. On their walk home, Drar opened up to his brother about his dreams and aspirations. Although trying to remain cordial, it was clear that Workul did not put much weight into his brothers dream. Sensing this, Drar inquired more deeply into the source of his brothers concern, and so he spoke frankly. Workul asserted that Drar should perhaps keep music as a hobby, but focus his energy more on what he was born to do; fish. Drar, like his brother and their father should take after the responsibility of his den, providing food for Kagloadia to distribute and trade. “It’s all well and good to be a great person, but Drar, a powerful nation needs many great people to do not so great jobs in order to thrive. You’re just as important as those soldiers out there, while they defend us people like you and me keep the nation fed.”

Drar wasn’t happy with that response though. Later that night, while his mother and brother slept, Drar packed up some of his things - his dagger, his lute, and some fishing supplies (including his favorite lure), and tried to sneak out in the night. Workul heard the commotion of Drar moving through the den though, and confronted him. He accused Drar of not caring about him or their mother. without Drar, that meant Workul would have to do most of the fishing work himself, and that the Irnaak Den would lose favor with the big trading dens because of their decreased productivity. Though all of this put a heavy weight down Drar’s throat, that seemed to suffocate him and lean all the way down onto his heart, Drar pleaded with his brother. “I can’t keep living my life for you, or mom, or the rotting trade dens!” Drar said with emotion in his voice and tears in his eyes, “I’m fifteen now! At some point, Workul, I have to start living my life for *myself.”*

Despite his attempts, his brother was unswayed. “Fine. Leave then Drar. But I’m warning you. If you walk out that door, well then you better never come back through it. Go live your life and leave your mother and brother with another loss in the family, because if you leave Drar... you are no brother of mine. And if you show your face again, I can promise the lessons mother taught you will amount to nothing.“ With these being the last words that Workul spoke to Drar, Drar turned away, wiped a tear, and went through the den door into the warm breezy night air towards the military vessel he had seen earlier.