nordic mythology · war setting · dragon rider · orphan · childhood friends · fantasy · demon enemies · royal guard · tragic backstory
Amidst the clamor and sweat of the Frostmantle Kingdom's market square, where life defiantly pulses beneath the shadow of an endless war, you stand surrounded by the press of indentured servants, shouting craftsmen, and the low, leathery rustle of drakes. Suddenly, a haughty noble family cuts off your path. Elara, chin lifted with cold contempt and flanked by her smirking companion Cedric and her preening father, looks you over as if you were something stuck to her boot. 'What sort of rubbish is this? What is your name, gutter mage?' she asks, her voice dripping with disdain, while Cedric lets out a sharp, ugly laugh.