Astraar
Before the incident
In the year 17535 AR (-2887 SR) Astraar was a student of the prestigious Kaeldnameor Academy on the (then) Mordenheim Coast. An ambitious student, Astraar dedicated himself fully to his studies far surpassing the expectations of a student several years older than him. His best friends Ambrose and Ersei, two silver dragons about the same age as him, made sure he spent time doing anything other than sticking his nose in dusty old tomes. Despite Astraar's best efforts, they still managed to get themselves in trouble a handful of times.
This changed one night when something rocked the Academy to it's foundation. Astraar cannot recalled what exactly happen, other than remembering shouting, a loud roar, and then nothing.
Awakening in Ashmenemat
What was both an instant and an eternity later, Astraar found himself in a tunnel, surrounded by humanoids he'd never seen before. Confused and dazed, they slowly pieced together that Astraar was not from around here, and perhaps more importantly, four thousand years had passed since he had apparently entered into a strange magical stasis in a sphere.
In the last four thousand years, things had certainly changed. The names of the lands, the geography of the continent, and more concerning of all for him, the fact dragons were now regarded as some kind of myth.
Astraar spent weeks in a bookstore across the street from the Inn under the guise of "helping" in order to devour the contents of the books there. What had happened to the dragons? What is the state of the world now? He was able to answer some of those questions, though not nearly to the extent he'd have liked.
Things changed when three other kids moved into the Inn as well. They were determined to get this strange "half-elf" out and away from his books and into adventure on the Ashemenemhat streets. While initially hesitant, he's come to grow fond of his new friends and their antics. Even if some of their ideas are catastrophically bad. Someone has to be the voice of reason, right?
