Rasghull

### Background

When people hear of dragonborn, they generally assume a strong clan of fighters. Well that's not me... When I was little, my clan of blue dragons was attacked. All I remember were screams, fire and the crackling of lightning.

I do not remember much more of the time before the attack, but I do have some fragments of what happened after. My mother and older brother managed to escape with me. We spend months running and whoever attacked us was determined to kill everyone of our clan. One dark night they caught up with us.

I remember my brother going out into the night breathing the lightest lightning I had ever seen. Then my mother started to run with me, but an arrow hit her in the back and we fell down.

Then everything became a blur, I heard my brother screaming in pain and anger. My mother pushed me and said: "run, survive for all of us!". So I started running. I kept running even when I heard a sickening slash and a scream from my mother.

After that night I somehow lost my pursuers. I kept running for days, only stopping to drink a bit or to catch a breath. Then I approached a village, but I wasn't welcomed there. People regarded me with fear, called me demon spawn and suggested that it was in my best interest to keep moving. And so I did for many months, living alone in nature. Then I found a large forest with magnificent trees enclosed by mountains with snow on top. There was a lake partially surrounded by a swamp. For the first time in years I felt at peace, so I decided to stay there for a while. In summer sometimes hunters would go to the forest to hunt deer, boar or even the rare white panther.

I was just a small boy when I arrived in this valley and stayed there for the better part of my life. After a while I discovered a big tree with emitted a strange energy and in the bark there was a feather-like symbol, which was part of the tree. There I felt a connection with the tree, but also with the woods surrounding the tree. From the tiniest insect to the largest oak. In the following years I understood more and more of the delicate balance witch was maintained. More importantly I discovered I was part of that balance and could maintain it by tapping into the the energy in the fabric of existence. I became the guardian of the woods and did not consume more then I needed.

But then it all changed when a group of wood elves came running through the woods. They were dirty and bruised and smelled exhausted. They were chased by a group of goblins and humans with torches and weapons. The wood elves used their bows from between the trees to wound some of the pursuers. So the humans set the woods on fire to smoke the elves out. I watched from a distance and some of the memories of my brother and mother screaming came back to me. I snapped out of the flashback when the fire reached the center of the forest: the big tree where I first felt the connection to the nature. I felt more pain then ever and charged at the invaders, with me a few wolfs, bears and even a white panther charged as well. We came out of the flames and I used my inner lightning to scorch the invaders.

The invaders were with many, however the display of a dragonborn backed by fierce predators was too much for the invaders to handle. After the lightning consumed some of the goblins and some of the others became a screaming dinner for the carnivores. The invaders fled.

They left behind a burning forest without a hart. "The mental scream had been the blessed tree of Chislev", the wood elves told me. They had recognised the feather shape in the bark, which was the only part of the tree that had survived the fire.

The balance in the valley had been disturbed and the peace was gone. A deep silence had fallen over the valley. Somehow the mental scream had transferred more awareness inside of me, like a part of the tree was still with me. The wood elves helped me restore some of the damage to the forest and mourned with me the loss of life. They told me that they had been hunted for months after a local landlord had blamed their small society for a failed harvest.

After a year the balance was well on it's way to be restored, still a lot of the energy once felt in the valley was gone. The wood elves were good company, but not a replacement of the peace lost. One day the elves told me other places excised where natures voice was more active. They also told me I could find more answers about my kind in the world beyond the mountains.

So I decided to hit the road again and we said farewell to each other. A few months later I heard a rumour of a dragonborn named "Chant", so I decided against my instincts to go to a... bar, and find out more. When I came into the bar some others were there as well. And we banded a bit, then a sailor came to ask for our help. We helped him and his crew and started a new adventurous time for me.