It has been a long time since I have written anything. We have become involved in some evil beings’ plans. I don’t recall when last I wrote anything, but since then we’ve traveled far and wide, down south to the Greenfields and back north to the wonderous city of Waterdeep. I have met many kobolds, but none from a tribe that recognizes my color.
Honestly, I am disappointed with my race. Instead of honorable or mighty descendents of dragons, I found sniveling servants waiting to be ordered about by almost anyone. Most of the kobolds I’ve met have chromatic scales, with black, green, red, and some blue being prominent. Because of this, I think I need to learn more about the metallic dragons. Research and book learning are not easy for me. I don’t have the patience for it.
But I did manage to find a book on good dragons in Balders Gate, and learned something of them – they seem to be most impressive. I think I’d not be even writing this if I’d not almost died going after some gems in a pool of water, but I manage to live through it with the help of my companions. And it has me wonder, if I’d died, who would really worry about it? What mark would I have made?
After my close call, I sent out a heartfelt prayer to Bahamut, the god of good dragons, seeking some enlightenment. Tiamat seems to have followers and cultists aplenty, where are his allies?
I think he answered me, if it was not all just a fever dream. A dragon so large it seems impossible, and golden like my scales, appeared in my dream, and said she’d been assigned to keep an eye on me. That Bahamut had deemed me to young to take into his service, but thought I might yet grow into something. So I have something to look forward to. If I manage to keep myself to the ideals the gold dragons value, perhaps they’ll see fit to take me into their service, or at least give me some advice from time to time.
