Rohgar Kara
Seventy years ago, aggression ravaged these lands. The kings and chiefs of the northeast saw in Amaranth an overripe peach that had gone years too long without plucking. The greed in them grew as steadily as the city’s thriving coffers, and quickly overcame their senses of justice and goodness.
Vast armies trampled across the small Dragonborn nation of Gardok, scattered in pockets and valleys throughout the Gardok mountain range. The city had mesmerized them like a flame to the moth, and innocent blood was spilt for land. The remnants of the crazed attackers were easily quashed by Amaranth’s overpowering force, but the damage had already been done – the proud nation of Gardok had fallen. The only Dragonborn who were not trampled underfoot were not enough to maintain their grips on their capital, and the family elders solemnly decided after much debate to revert to their people’s former tribal system. Some more resentful than others, they went their separate ways to various Gardokian Valleys to begin a new life.
Some of these tribes hid themselves, possibly trying to avoid this kind of destruction in the future. Others grew hateful, lusting for revenge of their lost land, power, and people. Still others turned to life of peaceful training and education, determined to bring a sense peace and justice back to the world. Among the last of these were the Rohgar Clan.
They are my people.
I am Rohgar Kara, a simple monk among these people. From the time I was old enough to make a fist and understand our education, I was trained to become part of our missionaries. I was not strong or smart enough to become a Paladin of Lord Bahamut or a warlord. Although close, I was not deemed to have enough wisdom or conviction to become a cleric in His service. However, He blessed me with my small form and agility, which I have honed over the past fourteen years in order to become a monk in His Service.
The Rohgar have taught me many valuable lessons and techniques over the years. They have raised me as one of their own, named me, loved me, and I am very grateful to them and to my Lord. But although I consider them to be my family, I wonder about my true origins. Chief Rohgar tells me this is my “natural human curiousity”, and encourages me to seek answers on my pilgrimage. I have long been looking forward to this day.
Yesterday was my nineteenth birthday, and I am told that I am now an adult in human years. My training is not yet complete, but they have taught me all that they can. They say I am prepared for the world, and I trust in their judgement. My mission is twofold: to spread the word of Lord Bahamut and the peace and justice He represents, and to discover the true story of my human tribe.
This morning, I look to the southwest towards Amaranth, the rising sun to my back. I am Rohgar Kara, and my pilgrimage has begun.