Mages Guild A-1
Drakk's First Fire and Blood
Many years ago in the magical isles...
Drakk had been on his own for several years now, ever since his family was massacred by a band of goblins. Ever since, he eked out a living by robbing lone merchants who crossed his path. Despite being a lone boy in the mountains, his name was feared amongst the local traders. While traversing a mountain pass on a particularly foggy day hunting for some merchants, something happened to him that would change his life forever.
Thinking the lone boy an easy meal, two wandering goblins jumped out of hiding. They drew their crude swords and grinned evilly behind yellow teeth. Drakk was too surprised to draw his own weapon in time, but as the goblins came closer he recognized their markings. These creatures were from the same tribe that murdered his family! A great burning rage swept through Drakk at that moment, coursing through his body like electricity. Some deep power awoke within him, the power of his blood -- his unknown birthright. His left arm grew scales in an flash; his hand turned into a vicious talon.
As the first goblin swung his sword in an arc towards him, Drakk caught the sword and snapped it between the fingers of his claw. In shock, the goblin merely stared as the claw discarded the shards of the sword and latched onto the goblin's neck in an instant. With a snap and a tear the goblin's body slumped to the ground as Drakk held the creature's head in his hand. Regarding it a moment, he then turned the gaze of his glowing golden eyes to the advancing goblin.
Seeing this, the other goblin turned and fled in terror -- but not fast enough. The rage within Drakk was building, and he expelled it in the form of fire; his burning vengeance taking form. The flames barreled into the remaining fleeing goblin and threw it from the mountainside.
As Drakk recovered from his magic awakening, he felt for the first time the rush of power -- and the taste of vengeance. He yearned for more...