A conflicted dragonborn of a dying tribe
Daxogenes of the 12th Lineage, level 4 Dragonborn, Rogue Build: Brawny Rogue, Rogue Tactics: Brutal Scoundrel
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 16 Con 16 Dex 17 Int 10 Wis 8 Cha 14
Starting Ability Scores Str 14 Con 15 Dex 16 Int 10 Wis 8 Cha 12
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Late in his second decade, Dax was at a crossroads. He could reject The Oath and leave, turning his back on his hatchmates and the Lineage. He was tough, and he could fend for himself in the wild – if he threw in with the right group. Or he could stay, rejecting the feral part of himself that he knew should run wild and free.
Like all dragonborn, Dax kept close with his hatchlings. His sib, Cordalia, swore by The Oath. She did her best to impress the Guardian Regulant, and she quickly became her right hand. Cordalia urged Dax to volunteer himself to the Duchy before he could be conscripted – in equal parts to keep him out of the trouble that the other youth were trying to stir up, and to get him well-conditioned to help serve the Lineage, rather than subvert it.
Knowing Cordalia’s fierce temperament, Dax volunteered himself. He was suited for hunting, not protection. He couldn’t swear himself to the Oath before he knew his own true self.
He found himself quickly that day at Meadthick, happy to cut down any man or beast that dared to chance his blade. He was a fierce warrior, a swift strike of lightning, darting through the battlefield one moment, and disappearing the next. He felt it – the wild. He knew what he must do; he would never return to The Lineage! But as with all the other men that day, Dax was struck down during the Pegran Turn. Oathbreakers!
When he came to, he saw what few others still stood. He could scarcely do to his sibs (especially Cord) what those Pegran bastards had done to him. His decision, and his vengeance, would have to wait for another day. Dax felt as if a hatchling again, and he owed his life to his company.