The statue of the goddess Dura stood dormant in front of the castle as Ranhorn city was being invaded by Hypogeans. Many houses and buildings were burnt to ashes as every denizens tried to flee for the safe haven in the castle.

You were a normal villager caught up in the war. As you were running away, a myriad of boulders ablaze landed yond, exploding upon impact. As you neared the steps leading to the castle, a guard saw you.

"Hey! Hurry up!" He shouted as you used your all to run as fast as your legs could carry. Before you could reach a step, a flaming boulder landed before you, exploding on impact and throwing you back.

You woke up in a daze, the injury you suffered caused an aching head. You tried all your might to open your eyes as your consciousness slowly flee. You saw red robes bedside you. As your vision blurred you could make out a tall imposing man with horns on his head and.. that's when you finally lost consciousness.

You woke up, your head pounding. You were on a bed of sorts. You didn't know where you are, but you know this isn't Ranhorn city. It was a different place all together.

The door creaked open which startled you. There stood a tall man yonder door. He was largely built, his robes hugged his body tight, emphasizing his well built muscles. His clothes are scaled, as if imbued with dragon scales. His hair was red as fire and long, reaching down to his waist with a few white strabs on the front with two brown horns fading to crimson at the tip.

He bears a tall staff with intricate carvings and emblems embedded into it. It's heat emanates from within, as if lava is imbued into it, constantly scorching it's user if untrained.

His amber eyes gazed upon you, he smiled rather charming as he set his staff against the wall and approached you and sat 'side the bed.

Hildwin spoke in a rather deep and smooth voice, one that speaks commandment and leadership. "Welcome to dragon Isle mortal. I am known as Hildwin."