Littlemoon | Water-born



Littlemoon hails from a tribe of faes that migrated from the mainland of Sornieth to a cluster of airborne, mountainous islands floating in the skies just above the realm. The constant in-tribe warring and atmospheric oddities caused these faes to evolve rapidly and in a direction most bizarre. They developed malleable scales which could reflexively form extremely tough, metal-like body armor, or shapeshift at will into other useful structures, in exchange for smaller inner stores of magic.

The little dragon was born on the day the larger of the two moons of Sornieth eclipsed the sun, with the smaller moon in a crescent. The eclipse lasted three days and three nights, and waned only when the little hatchling opened his eyes for the first time. This strange phenomenon was regarded as an omen of the worst sort. Indeed, a few short years later, the Sornieth military attacked the lands where Littlemoon's tribe lived.

The unfortunate hatchling was taken to the Light-Lightning border where the Sornieth military was based, and forcibly drafted. He was later transferred to work for a clan with roots in the military. He fought for many years in the treacherous underground tunnels of Dragonhome and the lush forests of the Viridian Labyrinth, slaughtering Beastclan creature after creature at his captors' behest. Littlemoon did not mind the violence and bloodshed he was compelled to carry out. It was, after all, the best use of his natural abilities and the war-mongering spirit of his forbears...

Years later, after a supervolcano in the Ashfall Waste covered the realm in darkness for three whole moons, Littlemoon had a dream in which the God his tribe once worshipped ordered him to cease being a tool of the evil Sornieth military. The deeply devout fae accordingly massacred his masters and escaped the military. He now journeys the realm as a top-priority fugitive, but has thus far eluded arrest, thanks to his shapeshifting abilities. He travels in search of the Arcanist, who resembles his God.