Hello all and good evening my name is Tien Kothborali of the clan Kothborali (The clan is not named after me but i am named after the clan). I am the son of the wyvern Lothbar Kothborali and Vesya Selviniuma human slave. Here is the story told to me by my mother whilst i was at the age of 2.
My mother was a slave belonging to Suula the then Emperor of Ashtan. She was heading through a savannah (she could not or would not tell me the name) in a caravan belonging to Suula. They were attacked by raiders who had learned that they carried a religious artifact of great power. The caravan was destroyed. Suula in his wisdom saw fit to flee at this point. The raiders soon learned that the artifact belonged not to their god twilight but to the Dreadlord Sartan. Fearing his anger would be upon them they fled leaving the animals and slaves to die in the sun, chained to the few remaining wagons.
My mother was stronger than most and managed to last about a week. Then a handsome young man appeared with a small group of servants and vassals. They quickly took the few remaining living creatures and slaves with them to his castle. He was smitten with my mothers desert beauty. After a short tryst with her he sent to Shallam where she would be safe from Suula. There she learned of her imminent pregnancy with me. She had me inside of her belly for 19 months as a result of this the church turned her out saying that the child was unnatural and a demon. At the age of 2 i received the same story that you have been just told. Here is the tale of my father Lothbar.
My fathers point of view. Lothbar was that handsome young lord who found my mother. He took me from her when i was 5 and had learned of my existence. Lothbar is a Wyvern, as are all Kothboralis. He took me to the caverns of clan Kothborali and raised me as a son. The other wyverns began to notice my human heritage very quickly however as i began to walk bipedaly as a man might. At the stage of puberty they deemed me fit to survive on my own and forced me from the caverns. I had the powers of a god however and was not concerned overly. I could kill and eat most creaturs including man. I had wings and claws. I had the very breath of hellfire to back my inexperience. In my arrogance i tried to sneak my way back into the caverns. Sadly the other wyverns had been expecting this. My father could not even help me. They stripped my scales from my face and hands. They tore my claws from me and made me take an even more humanistic form. They stole my breath all innate powers and magic that i had and my near immortal l
Then a monk named Likon came along. He introduced me into the Sentaari and offered me his friendship. I didnt believe him but i accpeted his offer anyways. I then became a Sentaari and i wait until my brethren of Wyverns decides that i am worthy enough to join their ranks. Then i will reclaim my godhood.
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Penned by my hand on the 16th of Ero, in the year 226 AF.