Long Ago, in the towering fortress of the new generation of the Wood Elves, upon a valiant throne of carven oak, sat him. Glamdrin Silverthorn, a Wood Elf of noble background, was the prince, the next king in the line. As the son of the great woodland king, he knew it was his responsibility to keep his respectability, nobility, and to govern his people alongside his father. But now, he was alone. He was the one who would have had to govern his people. But his father was gone.
Just before the death of his father he had decided to abandon his position, and go looking for a new life as an adventurer. His father was angry, and banished him. His father called him back when the Orcs attempted to steal his treasure from the dungeons of the past kings of the Wood Elves. The young prince came the second he received his father’s massage, but it was too late. He found a crowned corpse lying amongst the dead. His people enslaved, his fortress and treasure stolen, he retreated with the few living and free.
Meanwhile, Rohgar Vairborn of the Vairborn clan, of the Twisted Hollow of Dragons, an acolyte, sat wondering. Wondering about the lands beyond, the valleys and fields, and the folk of the lands unknown to the ancient race of the Dragons and Dragonborns. He longed for adventure, and companions. The Orcs had taken his home as well. The Orcs had now become stronger, bloodthirster, and more brutal. It was, with their sudden burst of power, that they invaded every kingdom they happened to come across on their long, dubious scourings of the land. Silverthorn and Vairborn were just unlucky that the Orcs had found their hidden kingdoms.
The Dragonborn headed off over the vast lands, seaking companions. And, unlike in most stories, he knew of the dangers ahead, that of which he may have to fight alone…
For he may never see his grove again.