Iornaar Myolresh

Iornaar Myolresh

Iornaar is a young and anxious Silver Dragonborn. When he was just a hatchling, he was like any other of his breed. As he grew, though, it became apparent that he had some native talent for magic. This started small, and without much notice from the adults. Iornaar could close a chest or a cabinet by merely holding his hand near it, without making physical contact. He could fall from trees he had climbed up and walk away without any bruising or injury, having stopped himself instinctively an inch above the ground. Eventually his talents began to manifest in more obvious ways. He would produce the effects of a Dancing Lights spell in his sleep, and unknown even to himself, could cast Charm Person, which always caused surprise do to his general awkwardness during his teenage years. Iornaar’s family are not quite among any ruling class, but they do live among the society class. His father is a military instructor, training the soldiers of Rimespear, a city-state of Silver Dragonborn who live on a mountain to the east of the Squall Coast. The mountain was called Porgoriyat by the ancient dwarves, and is Haizetsmenda to the current dragonborn inhabitants. Iornaar’s mother was an effective soldier, rising to the leadership of her unit during a series of spring campaigns against a horde of orcish/goblin/bugbear provenance who had attempted for three consecutive years to take the mountain for themselves. She has since retired from the military life, having served with distinction, and her trophies and the artifacts of her service decorate the walls of their comfortable home near the mercantile district of Rimespear. His siblings, 1 older, 2 younger, have taken up their own lives and paths. The eldest, Viarnocc, is now a paladin on the service of Bahamut. His younger sister, Shyianon is a merchant of fine textiles and a skilled seamstress. The youngest, a little brother, Skynebol, is too young to have taken a career yet, but seeks to emulate his father and become a military figure. Iornaar was raised to respect Bahamut, but there is also a local deity who is worshipped in Rimespear, said to be the living soul of the greatest silver dragon to have ever lived, Verus Zilarr’ax. There is a temple to Verus, located in a cave high above the treeline, this was said to be where the great silver dragon lived and kept his horde as his primary lair, from which he would watch the valleys and plains of his sprawling domain. It is now filled with candles and pieces of silver (coins, goblets, art objects, and gems), and it is tended to and upkept by a small order of monks who dedicate themselves to this task. Iornaar has set out on his own away from Rimespear multiple times, looking for someone, or several someones, who might help him learn to better control his wild and unwieldy magical skill.