#dnd creation

I got the first batch of bigger world building finished. The first of of four nations I worked on for Return from Ashes.

absolutely

do i know what in the fuck im doing ?

not at all

am i going to do it anyways because i Hate the superbowl and i deserve to research stuff abt dnd ?

fuck yeah i am

I will find the dragon that attacked my people. Who burned my forest. Who killed my family.

I roam the land looking for the monster with my red hair tied in my ponytail. Short, but very angry, I stride about with confidence in skills I don't necessarily have. I wear my bow over my shoulder with my lyre strapped to my back, and weapons on my side. There's rarely a smile on my face.

When I was a little girl, I dreamed of being a great ranger like my father, even if the greatness was all in my head. As I came of age, I knew my destiny was to follow in his footprints, and he was so proud.

However, one evening a pack of wyverns attacked our forest. In the attack, a tree branch was thrown and impaled me between my chest and stomach, nearly killing me. Somehow, I was the only one who survived. One wyvern was killed. By my father, of course. It had the mark of a particular green dragon named Kialdricranth. I don't know why he attacked us, but I have made it my life's mission to find the dragon and kill him. It's the only constant in my life.