Broken family. Broken empire. Broken race. I was just another lost soul wandering the world without a family or country to return too. The Great War had taken its terrible toll on the (name of former empire) and the Dragonborn. And this is all I know. As far back as I can remember, I was alone far from my native lands. Where was my family? Who were they? Why was I so far from the rest of my kind? Why can’t I remember my life as a young child? Early on I can remember being in the care of a kind old priest. We lived in the woods away from the world. He taught me many basic skills of survival, history, combat, and religion. The priest was a devout follow of Bahamut and impressed upon me to live according to his teachings. Protect your companions, defend the weak, and challenge evil. I learned many many things from the priest, yet my past remained a mystery. Any question on the topic led to a quick deflection or a story of years past about the great empire, but never a mention of my family. After some years past, I grew weary of the simple life the forest offered. The time had come to seek the answers to my questions. I turned to the one thing of the world I knew, the temple of Bahamut. There I began training as a paladin.