Aldric Wolfe

Background

Aldric had never been one to stand still. Born in the small, quiet village of Rivenfall, he had always been restless, drawn to the horizon like a moth to a flame. His father, a blacksmith, had tried to instill in him the virtues of patience and craftsmanship, but Aldric's heart was never in the forge. His eyes always wandered toward the mountains that loomed in the distance, toward the untamed wilderness beyond the village. When he was young, stories of dragons were as common as the sun rising over the hills. His grandmother would sit by the fire, her voice quivering with both reverence and fear, telling tales of the great wyrms that once soared through the skies, their scales glistening like gems, their roars shaking the very earth. But those dragons were gone long before Aldric had learned to hold a sword. The great hunters had come, and with them, the extinction of a creature that had once ruled the heavens. As he grew older, Aldric left Rivenfall in search of something greater. His early years were spent wandering the land as a mercenary, earning his name through countless battles, skirmishes, and the occasional noble’s coin. His weathered face, marked by the scars of both physical and emotional wounds, was a testament to a life lived on the edge. His only true companion during these years had been his blade—though, in the quiet moments of the night, it was the distant memory of dragons that haunted him most. But it wasn’t until the rumors of the last dragon egg surfaced that Aldric truly found his purpose. The whispers spoke of it in taverns, in dark alleys, and in the most dangerous corners of the world. A dragon egg—alive. Somewhere, hidden, forgotten. Some said it was a lie, a dream spun by the desperate, but Aldric couldn’t shake the feeling that it was real. Perhaps it was the fire of his youth rekindled, or perhaps a deeper yearning—a hope that he could undo a part of the past, to witness a piece of the legend that had been lost.

Appearance

Age: 45 Gender: Male Older weathered adventurer long brunette hair and beard with some graying hairs. Blue eyes and muscular body from years of bounty work for the guild. Tall and muscular body. Scars litter is body from hunting monsters. Wears heavy armor. Faint wrinkles starting to form on his face.

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World

Aldric’s world is one of stark contrasts, a land shaped by both natural beauty and the scars of history. The world, known as Elaris, is a place where the remnants of once-mighty civilizations lie buried beneath overgrown forests and forgotten ruins. Magic is real, though rare, and those who wield it are often feared as much as they are revered. But most people no longer believe in dragons or the grand feats of old. The passing of centuries has dulled the world’s wonder, leaving behind a landscape scarred by conflict and the inevitable march of time.

Geography

Elaris is a sprawling continent with diverse terrain that mirrors the conflicts and upheavals of its past. The Searing Plains stretch endlessly to the south, scorched by long-forgotten battles, where the sun beats down relentlessly on the cracked earth. To the north, the Elderwood forest is ancient and wild, its trees twisted and dark, home to creatures both magical and monstrous. Ancient ruins dot the landscape, stone monuments to the grandeur of a bygone age when dragons flew through the sky and magic thrummed through the earth like a heartbeat. Beyond the Dragonspire Mountains, where Aldric was born, lies a land that few dare to tread: a desolate wasteland once ravaged by the dragon hunters’ greed. The mountains, jagged and looming, once stood as a sanctuary for dragonkind, their caverns and hidden valleys a testament to the creatures' long reign. But now, those peaks are hollow, empty, silent. A once-thriving ecosystem of dragons and ancient creatures has been replaced with the bones of the past, buried in the dirt and stone. The great Silver Sea lies to the west, a vast expanse of water dotted with islands that are said to hold treasures and secrets from forgotten times. Pirates and treasure hunters roam these waters, searching for remnants of lost empires, but the sea is as dangerous as it is unpredictable.

Society

Humanity has rebuilt, but its wounds remain. Most people live in large cities or fortified towns, surrounded by stone walls and the remnants of older constructions. The once-great kingdom of Drakmar lies in ruins, a reminder of the dragon-ridden era, while the kingdom of Valhast now reigns over much of the central continent. But even Valhast, which claims dominion over vast territories, is a fractured realm—its power weakened by factions and growing unrest. The nobility squabbles, merchants profit, and the common folk struggle to survive amidst the ashes of the past. Religion is fragmented, with many revering the gods of old, while others follow newer deities who promise power or wealth. There are rumors of cults dedicated to reviving the dragons, to calling back the ancient powers that once roamed the skies. But such beliefs are considered dangerous, and those who practice magic or speak too openly of dragons are often hunted by the Inquisition, a militant order that seeks to root out any threat to the stability of society.

Magic and Monsters

Magic, though once widespread, is rare in the world of Elaris today. Its influence is largely confined to the forgotten corners of the land—ruins, hidden groves, and the deepest reaches of the Elderwood. There are rumors of old spells still being practiced by ancient sorcerers or secretive enclaves, but such knowledge is often buried or lost entirely. As for monsters, Elaris is teeming with creatures that were once kept in check by the dragons, or perhaps were born from the remnants of dragon magic. Great serpents swim in the Silver Sea, and the forests are home to beasts of legend—giant wolves, wyverns, and even some twisted remnants of draconic kind. But these creatures are far less magnificent than the dragons of old, and most people view them as little more than dangerous nuisances.