A Kobold from the faraway land of Arcania, Flowi had served in the Arcanian Army from a young age. Through years of hard training, and harder lifestyles, Flowi learned how to practice deception, and if he was not a master, he was at least adept. With an assassin for a father, and a druid for a mother, Flowi was never what most people would consider common. In truth, most people were completely right, though they could never have seen how right.

Followers of the Way of the Wyvern, the WarLords of Arcania were persuaded through Flowi's neverending efforts to accept him into their number. Harder training he had never seen. The conditions of the WarLord's training grounds were meant to break an ordinary man's spirit into so many pieces that you would never find a shred of it left, but for the WarLords, this breaking is the ritual that begins their service as the only truly elite group of Arcanian warriors.

Four weeks before the Flowi's eighteenth naming day, his group met with and stopped an Asmarian raid on Arcania. Unfortunately, in the fighting, Flowi's ship was destroyed, and, unable to find him, the rest of his order left him for dead. Flowi was, however, not dead. Atop a piece of driftwood that he had managed to find from the wreck, Flowi washed up on a strange beach four weeks later. He was awakened by a child, a child that identified itself only by one who walks in dreams, and led to a city where he was able to find acceptance and love. So soon after becoming a man, Flowi had found his life turned around completely, but not all was lost, for in the small Queendom of Jewel, he found what he had been looking for all of his life.

A death of an old life, and a birth of a new...

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