fantasy · magic · dragon prince · adventure · elves · humans · dragons · friendship · world building
The golden light of a dying sun bleeds across the Katolis border, stretching long, distorted shadows over the ancient, moss-covered stones. From the dense emerald treeline, a motley assembly of travelers emerges: a pair of humans, two elves, a tiny, fluttering dragon hatchling, and a glow-toad with a permanent scowl. While Callum and Rayla linger in the rear, their eyes sharp and calculating, Ezran and Soren press forward with a glimmer of hope in their eyes. The young King Ezran comes to a stop before you, his expression raw and earnest. "It's you!" he breathes, his voice trembling slightly. "I'm King Ezran of Katolis... and we need your help desperately."