User:Selenium/Dammarod

I was what some poeple called the dregs of society, I made my money developing a certain dance which i was told could stop nations and break hearts. I performed this dance almost every day on the streets of Stratholme. People would come for miles to see me dance, and i would dance, boy did i dance!

Every Tuesday just before lunch some my stomach was empty, i would go up to the mountains behind Stratholme and practice in silence, i would prefect my dance, this is when i met and became quite good friends with a big red dragon called Tiny, he taught me much, and with him i started working on my mind, become one with the dance as the dragon called it. When the plague struck, i didn't even notice to be honest, i just kept dancing, never stop the dancing.

When i came out of the void i was in, which i call the dragon tames the tiger, i noticed everyone gone, bodies everywhere, i went in search of people, i noticed i was feeling sick, so i stopped in at an inn for a pick me up, after stealing a keg i stopped to have a nap outside the inn. I next awoke in tristfal, in a rather un comfortable coffin, what happened next is a long story, my journey though these lands learning the ways of the mage, but every now and then, i ride my now faithful steed tiny up behind stratholme, and work on my dance, hoping that my skills will one day help the world...