Hatch's Back Story

Supplying the school had always been a tricky task for the Grounds-keeper at Rekorths Arcane Academy. Hagwin Herlee was a rough kind of elf to find at such a place, taciturn and moody he kept his distance from the privileged children and focused on his duties - tending the fine gardens, training the trees, taming the local wildlife, and supplying the Arcane Stores. He had been long forbidden from studying at the school, partly due to his rough wood elf blood, but also because he was tremendously clumsy.

One day, one of the "Fossilized Dragon Eggs" he had traded a pouch of ruby dust and a pickled octopus tentacle for, vanished from its ebony case. After some searching he found the broken shell, and after a while more he found what he assumed was a hatchling silver dragon, hiding in the corner of his newly cleaned stable. Needless to say, he told no-one (and was quietly relieved when he realised this was a Dragonborn).

"Little Silver Dragon" or Hatch was raised by the clumsy hands of the grounds-keeper, and like Hagwin had no time for small-talk. Lacking Hagwins butter fingers, Hatch was granted a place at the Academy, and with characteristic diligence studied hard. Huge and intimidatingly taciturn, Hatch did not really make friends, but at least he was the most original, fantastic being at the school.

Disaster struck when a Turquoise giant arrived, with fantastic tales of a Litch King who had destroyed his village. Turquoise! A Litch King!? Hatch did not believe a word.

Hagwin was still trading in illicit magical supplies. He received a delivery of black iron, and placed it in the store house along with many oddments; a human bone, some gems, and the special case that Hatch had arrived in. After an evening spent supping some of his special supply, he stumbled into his shed to hid it as usual. It happened to be at midnight, and he had configured the room in a circular formation with the items around the edge. hitting his toe on the dark iron he gave such a peal of profanity the circle of items burst into flame, and a demon was summoned from the hells. The hut was engulfed in flames.

An epic battle ensued, as young magic users from the school came to see what was happening. Two huge figures saved the day; one silver, one turquoise. The demon, covered in magically created suffocating moss, and lacerated with cuts from Hatches Fine Silver Blade, was defeated at last.The pair were celebrated as heroes, and from that point on were firm friends.

When school was over the decided to find their fortune together. Hatch halfway liked this humanoid, I mean sure he was no Dragon born, but Firblog was OK.

Well he would be fine company for now, and he could assist Hatch retrieving the Eye of Bahamut! The true Dragonborns would then accept Hatch as one worthy of their company. Fantastic. Onwards to Adventure!