Dragonfall Group

A Half Elf Tale I was not always a Bard. I actually started as a Con man, a Wise guy. But then... It started slowly. My home was not exactly an important place, mostly farmers, general laborers, common folk in a Half Elf community. But plenty of travelers to trick out of a few coins here and there. But laws began to be established, and outsiders began to arrive in town to "enforce" these new Laws. It was just me, Mom and my Sister. Dad had disappeared years earlier, since I was the oldest child, I did what I could to keep the family together. But things just kept slowly getting worse. Legit work began to dry up, less people traveling. Then one of these "enforcers" caught eye of my Sister. She put up a fight, but was arrested for... Well, does not really matter. The charges where made up by the Draconic Overseer of my community and she was executed as a result. Treason they said. Would not even let me and Mom give her a proper burial. I only saw blood from that day, My Mothers health declined rapidly after this. One day she just quietly handed me what was left of our family savings and asked me to leave. I left my community, traveled to a nearby city, and entered a collage of Bards with most of that money, and learned. My teachers where horrified with my desire to learn about Dragons. I was and still am angry and determined to learn about these beings who had destroyed both mine and my families lives. Along the way, after graduation, I began to travel and meet other beings who shared my hatred and where willing and ready to do something. I'm certainly not a leader, nor do I consider myself a Hero. But I will have vengeance...