As I sit down to write this its hard to figure out where to start. Thus, I will start at the beginning. I was born at the Council Aerie, along with one egg from each dragon clan. The Council rules the islands known as Io's Blood Isles, called such because of the legend stating that the isles were made when Io, the Great Concordant dragon himself, bled into the sea. We were raised as clutch mates until we were no longer mere hatchlings. This has been done since the founding of the Council of Wyrms, to at least try to smooth the differences between each race of dragon. Soon afterwards came the Great War, where the clans banded together and flew against the human, elves, and dwarves on the main land. My sister, Ayurie, and mother both perished in the final battle of that war. When the dragons strove to break the alliance, at the city once known as Tal en'Ektele. After that terrible day it was called Tal en'Gurtha, or the city of Death.

      After the loss of the war, the Council was in an uproar. None of the Wyrms could consider that they had lost because they were not destined to rule the humanoids. In such an atmosphere it was easy for Malice, head of clan Bloodtide, to whisper rumors against Clan Cloudkill. Voulge, leader of the metalics on the council, could do nothing to stop the spread of the rumors. Finally a decision was reached, in closed session. That night Clan Cloudkill died. All except for one young dragon that was sent from his home in the middle of the night. Voulge had summoned me, and sent me away mere hours before the attack occurred.

     What followed were many years of turmoil that I would rather not live over again. I made my way to a human that Voulge had somehow come to know. I was almost immediately imprisoned and kept as a tool for the next five years of my life. Only when I was rescued by a band of adventurers was I once again free. For many years I traveled with this band, until they also disbanded. There was Xavier, elven mage, Katrina a ranger, and Ro the bravest fighter I have known. They called themselves the Circle of Light, and it was my honor to call them my friends.

      Once they disbanded and parted for there separate ways, I left as well. For a long time I wandered, searching for something I did not know. It was many years later before I found myself in a place called Rhydin. Such a strange place, with even stranger people. For a while I was here alone, and stayed that way. Watching the humanoids that inhabited the realm, but rarely truly interacting with them, for I had no clear idea how to. My time was mostly spent in a place called the Red Dragon Inn. My favorite pass time was to fall in through the straw roof and drink kegs of ale. It was a great time, a the life of a bachelor!

      It was during this time that I first encountered the realms version of Dragon Slayers, people whom I loathed. For they killed hatchlings, and young indiscriminately in the name of the Light. They also killed one who had had given my heart to, the Lady Brightborn. I also encountered the Circle of Hectate, a more disturbed group of people I have not met since. Needless to say I soon found myself involved in a one person war against these people, and I do use the term loosely for some of them. It was at this point in my life that I met a friend who would change the path my life took forever. Kia Cuthlon, as she is known now, or Kia Keldasa as she was known then, was a friend almost from the moment we met. She healed me of the worst of my wounds from battles with the Circle of Hectate, and actually once sent them a bill! So when she entered the Brotherhood of the Rose, I soon followed her.

      Soon Kia was the Grand Commander of the guild and faced the unenviable task of rebuilding the once great guild, which had been split from within by petty squabbles. I spent years within the guild, enjoying my time with all, and becoming familiar with my new family. I spent time as an assistant Morale officer, then became the head Morale officer, and from there Deputy Chief of Staff.

      It was during this time that I met my wife, Rhianna Silverbreeze. She literally had to back me into a corner to get me to kiss her. Voulge Deathstalk, who intermittently kept up contact with me, nearly had an aneurysm when he found out I was actually courting an Elf. One of the happiest moments of my existence was when she accepted to marry me, and become my Mate.

     My adventures through this time were as varied as they were interesting, and sometimes deadly. The home I had built near where Dunbouri Hall stood, outside of the city of Rhydin, was destroyed in a war. I was killed, as was Malice Bloodtide, the head of the Red dragon clan who sought to control the Death gate, which was contained inside of Dragonspire.

      Soon after that the BoR came to this new land. I was involved in the first designs of the new city, to be called New Dunbouri. I headed the BoR detachment here and kept tabs on all of the SHCoR masons, workers, and the clan of dwarves that came to help us build. It took us almost five years to complete the rudimentary building, and the Great Wall that encircles the city itself. After returning the Heartstone to its position, so that it could guard the Rift, and defeating the demons that had poured through that rift, Dunbouri Hall itself was teleported here from outside of Rhydin. When that was completed, and the guild had been moved here from Rhydin, I was given the responsibility of building the Canal. That project took nearly ten years itself, and needless to say I am done building for a while after all of that.

      I have been blessed with four children. One, Mianna, is the daughter of Brightborn, and I didn't know she existed until only a few short years ago. My other daughter, Arielle, is a joy to me and is definitely her mother's daughter. Rhylin, our youngest boy, is a joy and I hope will grow up knowing a full life. My fourth, and a miracle to my wife and I, is Amencartel. She was born to us by the blessing of a goddess, and I can only hope that she will grow up loving the future already set for her. Like all fathers I think all my children to be the best ever born, however, in this case they are.

:::Smiles as he writes that part down and considers what else to write down. There is so much to say, and the hour grows late already. His mind skims over the events that have happened in the past few decades.::;

      I became the head of the BoR, Grand Commander, a post which I served in with honor. It was the greatest honor of my life to serve as Grand Commander for 16 cycles of the seasons. A time in which I felt both great sorrow, and great joy, leading the Brotherhood in the new land that it found itself.

     As all things do, my time as GC came to an end. My energy was drained, and it was time for new blood to take command of the guild, and lead it in a new direction. Stepping down from GC was among the hardest decisions that I have ever been called upon to make. Now, I spend my time aiding the Brotherhood as I can, and spending time with my children and wife in Manor Cloudkill. Always will my soul belong to this land that I now call home, and to these people who I call my family, my clan.