Born to a small tribe of cave dwelling kobolds, Rooks hatching was seen as a horrible omen, for he was born an albino. Yet, just as a blade was raised to slay the infant, a band of mercenaries, hired by the nearby village, attacked the caves. It was in retaliation for several years of the kobolds raiding said village. After driving away, or killing, most of the inhabitants, the sudden quiet was cut by the infant Rook cries. It was the monk, Merikath, who followed those little whimpers, and discovered the hatchling, resting upon a blood stained altar. A sensitive soul, Merikath felt an air of fate about this child, and chose to take him back with him, back to his monastery.
There the young kobold grew up. Taught the monks martial ways and philosophies. Yet still, those early memories linger...of those hate filled faces of the other kobolds...looks of disgust, revulsion. They made him very shy of his appearance, mostly traveling in cloak and hood.
But things began to change for Rook when he met a traveling bard named Conner Ironsole....

....but thats another story....

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