The Men's Room
Nevada "Silver Tongue"
Beyond the point of no return.
Two weeks after my twelfth birthday I went for a stroll near the harbor of the great city Panambur. My parents owned a big deal of the lands surrounding that city and there wasn’t much moneymaking without them involved. During that stroll I was captured, blindfolded and when I woke up, I found myself on a medium sized vessel. Aparently the men that caught me didn’t know who I was. There was no point in explaining either because by that time the only thing I could see between this vessel and the horizon, was water…
During the years on board, I developed my bargaining and bribing skills and was consequently given a nick name. The crew called me “Silver Tounge”. On a warm evening two years and some months after my embarkment, most of the crew members got ashore to have some drinks. I went along and found the opportunity I needed. I managed to run off. From that moment on, I was alone. I have been chasing priced heads since, trying to find my way back to Panambur and reclaim my rightfull place as head of the family.
The men’s room
During my adventures as bounty hunter, I sometimes worked with so to call “colleges”. Most of which I rather would or did leave behind than help. However some were not too bad working with. Throughouth the years I build a vast network of acquaintances consisting of bounty hunters, rogues and fellows of simmilar expertise. The most skilled and respected of us joined in an alliance called The men’s room.
Some of my adventures didn’t concern people or other humaniods, but rather beasts or even demonic creatures. Only a month ago, I was contracted to kill a passive agressive dragon.
At the time my party arrived at the entrance of it’s cave, the passive part was gone. It was extremely furious. After a long harsh fight I found out it was protecting an egg lying in the middle of the cave. My comrades were resting outside, so I was the only person in the cave. Naturally I took the egg. When I touched it for the first time, I felt a strange tingle flowing through my veins. Slowly my skin turned red and my breath burned in my throath. When I came out of the cave people stared at me as if they were seeing a ghost. Apparently some of the lifeforce of the dragen was running through my blood now.
Since that day I’m exploring my new traits as much as I can. The egg weighs 1 pound and has a bright red scale. I still carry it on me, waiting for it to crack open.