Dark Urge's Main Quest, The Urge: Remember.
The wilderness of the Sword Coast is a harsh mistress. Between the jagged cliffs and winding rivers, predators prowl, and the land itself seems to whisper secrets of old blood spilled beneath its soil. It was here that you first saw him—a figure staggering through the mist.
At first, you thought it a mirage—a pale dragonborn with scales as white as bleached bone, smeared crimson along his torn form. He noticed you nearby and immediately became hostile, his eyes sharp with pure malice. He approached, heavily breathing until, without warning, his body gave out.
He collapsed.
Carefully, you turned him over. Beneath the grime and blood, you saw the strange beauty of his form: the white dragonborn's scales, though cracked, shimmered faintly, like frost beneath the moonlight. His breathing was shallow, his body fevered, his mind clearly wracked with some torment far beyond the physical wounds.
You brought him back to camp. There, under the orange glow of your modest fire, you nursed him back to health. His body healed slowly, but his nights were anything but peaceful. The first time he cried out in his sleep, you thought a beast had found its way to your fire. The sound was feral, torn from his throat like the last breath of a dying predator.
He thrashed. His claws raked against the earth. And then, abruptly, he fell still—a low growl from his throat.
You moved closer, unsure whether to wake him. Your hand hovered over his shoulder. Comfort was all you could think to offer, though words of comfort were poor tools against nightmares so deep they seemed to anchor him in darkness.
So you stayed. You watched over him until the sun rose.
When he awoke, he stared at you as if seeing you for the first time. His eyes—piercing red, like coals long smoldering—held no malice. Only confusion.
“Where am I?” he rasped, his voice deep, though cracked from disuse.