# Medrash Kinflame
##### Former Imperial Legate of the Aureum Castellum
##### Level 16 Adventurer
##### 2400 Word Backstory
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# Blessed Child
Born within the Golden Scale's foundation, fore-drawn scrolls of all children hatched in the week are taken upon the Senate to review the progress of the empire. Only on very rare occurrences would one of the High Council of Iokharcs appear within the Senate's hearing, but on that very day a Gold Dragonborn baby had hatched and was brought before the presence of Emperor Viashino, the Peacebringer. Viashino, the Peacebringer an Ancient Golden Dragon who leads the great Empire of Vysoloth appeared before the Senate to adhere to the blessing of a child, one such blessing that had not come from a dragon such as himself in about 30 years, and much longer since Viashino's last blessing. The legend goes that he requested the Senate to recall said child, and this child would retain its birthname 'Kinflame'. Kinflame who was blessed with a first name from the emperor himself. As such the child was then brought before the entire High Council of Iokharcs, its skin a balmy white, like freshly polished marble. Kinflame was presented to the High Council in a time of great progress and solitude. It was declared on that day by Viashino himself that this child would bring rise with the Empire's golden age and only would it fall if so did he. The name given to him was one of strength and strife, a powerful leader to come to a new age in the Empire of Vysoloth, Medrash he was called. From there the child was left to the hands of the Senate to decide how to raise the child.
The Senate's declaration was final for the child. They sought to create the greatest potential leader in Dragonborn history, one comprised of the teachings of all Metallic kind. One they hoped would bring great salvation to the Empire's falling so long ago. A Dragonborn from each of the Scales, the various sectors that made up the different types of Dragonborn, were brought to teach Medrash. Torinn Turnuroth of the Golden Scale taught Medrash military intelligence and cultural combat. Torinn was a mastermind in tactical intelligence and knew the ways of their people well. Torinn taught the young Medrash to act swiftly, but calmly. It was Torinn's courage that grew onto Medrash after many years of receiving beatings at the hand of Vetrali duels between the two before he understood what true courage was. It was only then could the young Medrash overcome the old and wise Torinn who had succumbed to age so long ago.
Farideh Myastan of the Silver Scale taught Medrash philosophy and culture. She showed Medrash the beauty in both nature and people alike. Giving Medrash a well-deserved taste of life beyond the Citadel of Kal'Norash, Medrash took a greater understanding from Farideh than any other of his teachers. He enjoyed a step back from the boring combat and teachings on history for a simple walk along the desert paths that run along the borders of the brass and gold county borders chatting about Medrash's tithes, tribulations, and ambitions within his own life.
Rhogar Daardendrian of the Bronze Scale drilled Medrash daily on combat training regiments as if he was a fully grown recruit. Rhogar went for lengths about the combat history of the great Vysolothi Empire and its predecessor, Arkhosia. Rhogar felt it necessary that Medrash is ready to take on anyone and anything by his 14th year, and as it came and went Rhogar felt uneasy at the constant lack of clear determination in him. Medrash disliked Rhogar's demeanor and often clashed within Rhogar, dropping at a single blow from the Bronze's fists kept Medrash in line. Rhogar had made it known that he was the Admiral dubbed 'The Pirate Slayer'. Medrash's training on naval combat and naval warfare was extensive, and though he never once sailed on the open water before his first leave of Vysoloth he understood it better than any recruit born in the port ever could.
Ghesh Norixius of the Copper Scale was a tutor for Medrash in the arts and language. Under his tutelage, Medrash learned to eventually speak, read, and write the Tiefling language of Infernal. Through secret trades and reverse-engineering of this evil language Ghesh retold the process of bringing this language to Medrash, and how many hands and people it went through just so he could understand its depth. Though Ghesh was preparing Medrash to be a secret weapon for the Vysolothi Empire in Khulli, it was not without good times and tidings that Ghesh and Medrash would spend hours enduring each other's company in the likes roleplaying diplomatic encounters one could possibly have. Ghesh would think out elaborate schemes that Medrash would then have to decipher and solve for all parties involved. Ghesh truly had good intentions for the child.
Medrash's last tutor was Nadarr Kimbatuul of the Brass Scale. Nadarr was Medrash's teacher of the historics and culture. Nadarr had been a spy for Vysoloth and regaled the Dragonborn's entire understanding of Tiefling culture to Medrash. Nadarr talked for often entire days about everything he knew from his early life to his times in Antionum helping Dwarves rebel again their overlords. Nadarr was a great teacher and helped Medrash further his future in hopes of quelling the Antionum Empire for good.
In his 14 years of training under the tutelage of his elder scales, Medrash developed into a fine symbol of what his people set out for him to be. Though there was much time spent in turmoil over things such as his identity and place within the world, Medrash entered adulthood with all of his goals aligned and his mentality well intact. The tribulations discussed with his people helped him overcome his fears and festered a newfound will to overcome anything. It was at this time that, however, that he was most at ends with his seniors. The Senate wanted to decide what was to be the first long task in Medrash's line of civic duty to his people, but Medrash clearly wanted to find his own path while still somewhat subservient to the cause that his seniors followed. No such compromise could be made, however, as he was sent to train to become one of the youngest centurions ever in the Aureum Castellum.
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# Aureum Minarum
Ten years had passed since Medrash's original indoctrination into the Vysolothi military. During his basic training, he placed at the top of his class. He worked well with comrades that accepted him for who he was, mostly the understanding royal types. The envious brass' and coppers that he trained alongside had a proper fear for his skill but wrongfully hated him for it. Medrash became brash and overconfident. That would overwhelmingly be his downfall he thought, as his past memories washed over him Medrash watched as his soldiers rush into their positions, maneuvering throughout the Drust hills surrounding a looming Pricidian fortress. What he learned throughout his experience in the military turned his courage and bravery into confidence and mastery.
After his basic training he was admitted to the Aureum Castellum as a centurion, one of the many great leaders of 100 men in the legion. During his time little fighting was done outside of Vysoloth, the forts he traveled to had many Dragonborn at one another's' throats over petty acts of aggression. Medrash felt alienated to the environment that he had been placed within. The culture of his people was frightening based on what he had previously endured in his youth. The Vysolothi's shared hatred of the Tieflings seemed to be the only thread that kept the different scales together. While on leave at the Chromatic Colonies he saw his soldiers at their worst, the amount of brutality brought towards their common ancestor was enough for Medrash to take a turn in the action. The day he saved a young blue scaled Dragonborn child from his own men was the day that he was never the same in the eyes of his men. He was a brutal centurion who could not be satisfied by simply doing one task correctly. He made ridiculous requests for his men. He asked them to be polite and use proper language to the colony citizens. Catching another century's soldier using the phrase 'Tiamat Breeding Scum' was grounds for a beating and a sendoff to the temples of Vysoloth for a powerful treatment after all of their bones were carefully broken by Medrash's intense rage, but catching one of his own men was grounds for execution. During his time in the colonies, Medrash only killed two of his soldiers during their leave. He was not to be trifled with.
His fellow centurions both respected and feared Medrash somewhat equally, his drive to become better and more powerful within the Vysolothi military was grounds enough to push him into the next rank, but it was sheer involvement on the ground in helping his men and overseeing their work that gave him the edge. Medrash's brutal reputation pushed him one step further, he served a century for two years before becoming a Tribunus Laticlavius. Serving as the second in command of the Legion under the Legate was a massive jump for Medrash, he was appointed by the Imperial Legate who oversaw the entirety of Aureum Minarum to become his legion's Broad Band Tribune. He was to serve if his Legate were to fall in battle and ultimately serve the legion as if he were a secondary Legate. He was told that it was only experience that he lacked, that prevented him from becoming the Legate of the Aureum's fourth Legion Legate.
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The intense resolve that he found in his men allotted him the opportunity to think while under the pressure of the Pricidians. A skirmish such as this allowed him proper field experience with a worthy foe. Medrash had to captivate the attention of the Pricidians in order to defeat them, their forces on defense were the pinnacle of their empire, and since no Knights were present the easiest way to win was to simply break down the door.
Medrash's teachings had led him to know that this conflict, once his centuries had pushed back the first few regiments that this conflict would become a siege. Medrash had followed along with the plan just as his legate ancestors had, textbook siege warfare. His troops had cut off supply lines in an attempt to push out surrender, but after several days of waiting for a response it was understood that Medrash was the one to lose to a siege such as this. While the Pricidians were sitting in their fortress, they had been farming rations from within their fortress grounds and filtering groundwater in order to keep their troops healthy. Medrash's forces were waining from the surrounding drust hills' lack of resources. Medrash had to act, and he had to do it fast.
Medrash's next move was one that cemented his place among Vysoloth's military and struck a dissonant chord within the Pricidian upper ranks. First he tallied the numbers of all of the different scales among the legion and re-segregated the scales he needed for his new manuever. Common soldiers were sent to cut down and gather as much of the tall grass that surrounded the area and pile them outside the fort. He deliberately placed the grasses at the gate of the fortress, sustaining little fire from the early morning intrusion. Then, Medrash along with his fellow Gold scales let loose their fire breath upon pile of tall grass laying against the gate and set it ablaze. The grass was overfueled in order to produce as much sulfur as possible, as they broke down the gate and began letting sulfurous smoke pour into the castle, the legion's sorcerers sent mighty gusts of wind among the troops among the fortress, covering them in sulfur. Lastly, the Bronze scales lined up and set the sulfur ablaze with a hundred blasts of lightning. The flash eradicated the grasses at the front gate and left the Pricidian fortress blinded. Medrash stormed the fortress without getting a hundred Dragonborn tagged.
The Pricidian regiments were caught by surprise at the sudden fall of their front ranks, despite being somewhat unaffected by the flash of light beset upon them, they felt that their weapons couldn't even damage the Dragonborn scale, and they soon realized as their fort fell that their weapons had somehow been dulled. They looked corroded and worn down, it is as if Medrash's legate managed to speed up time for thousands of years and ruin their weapons and make them inefficient. Medrash's fellow legates wondered the same thing, and so he told them. Silver. He knew that the Pricidian troops coated their weapons in silver, and by coating the weapons in sulfur and igniting them with a harsh reaction the silver had instantly corroded and made their weapons practically unusable. This tactic is what awarded Medrash the Scale of Valor among his kin and so he was made Prime Legate of the Aureum Castellum.
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# Discovery
Medrash had soon cemented himself as the next successor of the current Prime Superior of Vysoloth. As his birth had intended, his people wanted him to unite the Dragonborn people under one scale and knew that he could do it. Medrash, however, had a different plan. Despite being the most successful military leader in recent times, he had little to no ability to lead the entirety of his people. Medrash had felt that his life was almost given to him without any of his consent. Feeling forced into his current position, he knew that he had the agency to leave his current situation to find out what he truly wanted to achieve. He felt that despite the fact that he had worked so hard and dilligently, that he had never truly felt hardship. One that Medrash wanted to capture.
Medrash then left the Empire of Vysoloth to become an adventurer, his name still well known among Helios/Khulli, but none had understood why he had left. His lack of presence left a hole within the ranks of Vysoloth, and he knew that one day he would be back to fill an even greater hole, one that had been left open so long ago.
Where he went from there, is one left only to mystery. Found only where he felt he was truly needed. Found only where corruption had yet to be uprooted.