A devout worshiper of Bahamut since a young hatchling, I have given all of my strength and bravery to his cause. I come from a long lineage of Dragonborn who have given their lives to the small monastery in the IcePeak Ridge. After proving my capabilities as a bodyguard and defender of the faith, I was tasked with leading pilgrimages to various relics and neighboring monasteries. Returning from the last pilgrimage I lead to the far East, to the largest monument to Bahamut to our knowledge, we began to recover from our journey. On the third night, during my nightly watch, a clan of Ice Giants raided our temple. I endured 2 of these beasts, sending them to their god, then falling to the third. We were slaughtered. But we awoke. Not in the temple where our destinies supposedly ended, but in a cruel and dark place designed for suffering. After a short time, we deciphered these events as Bahamut's will unto our sect as payment to its less than faithful worship. Many stayed to erect a shrine to gain our lost favor, some took their lives in shame or hope, and fewer left to aimlessly roam these decrepit lands with this newfound emptiness. I am of the latter, except I aimt to find Bahamut's glory elsewhere. It's here somewhere, I know it is. It has to be. It's been 10 years since the attack on the Tower of Iverness. I just need to look harder.