Cairon Artax

More than anything, Cairon wanted to be a proper dragon. To soar above the valleys and the planes, to be part of a vast and mysterious past, those were the things he was sure he was destined for. Growing up, he heard the tales of how his ancestors were those majestic beings, capable of levelling a village on a whim, or push the people living there to new, great heights. Such power, and the wisdom to use it wisely, was his dream.

Growing up in the tiny hamlet of Artoch in Battledale, he couldn’t help but be disappointed by the small-mindedness of his clan. Sure, we were still taller and stronger than humans, but where was the majesty? The poise, the wisdom, the natural leadership? Most of his clanmates seemed content to go about their daily business, scraping together a meager wage by doing chores for those who they should rule. He saw his parents toil daily for scraps, and, worst of all, they seemed content with this. Cairon was baffled.

At the age of 15, at the cusp of adulthood, his rebelliousness caused him to openly denounce the simple life that his parents, Arjhan and Raisira, enjoyed so much. With little composure of his own, he renounced his name, and shouted someday, he’d find his true heritage by becoming that which was in his blood.

His parents were devastated.

Cairon left home that day, few posessions to his name, and decided he’d find out everything there was to know about dragons, and the ability to become one, even if it was for a short while. He went off into the wilderness, foolishly assuming he’d encounter a dragon soon enough.

It took him three years living alone for him to realize no dragon would just come around and teach him everything they knew.

This insight gained, his quest led him to the Elves, and studying them for a while he found out that certain individuals among them, the ‘druids’, were able to assume the shapes of animals and were trained in the shapeshifting magics. Intrigued, he asked to live among them.

The Elves, amused by this tall, oafish young Dragonborn humoured him, and let him dwell in their village Eranhone for several years. However, Cairon proved to be an adept student, and under tutelage of the druids he seemed adept at changing aspects of his form. In a few years he was able to grasp the concept behind it. With this natural aptitude, he was allowed into the Circle of the Moon, a prestigious honour for an outsider.

However, he realized there was still more to learn, more than the Elves could teach him. He set out on the road, aiming to fulfill his destiny. He misses his parents dearly, but won’t return to them until he achieved that for which he left their house.