You are a descendant of the Turtledragon, who could breath underwater and had a steam breath weapon.

Your adopted parents, Alex and Joanna- Well known throughout the village of Dragon Falls, where they live, as two of the greatest adventurers they had seen (partially because the village doesn't get many visitors)- found you as an abandoned, unhatched dragonborn egg in a cave near the top of a mountain.

When they returned, the village gathered to determine what to do with the egg. The villagers decided that it would be best for Alex, Joanna, you (When you hatch), and the rest of the village to do a rotational-babysitting-type routine where Alex and Joanna care for the egg until it hatches, and when you do, the villagers take a one week turn caring for you, except for Alex and Joanna, who care for you for two weeks at a time instead. Your adopted parents taught you the noble ways of their village and the kingdom they lived in the territory of, Tsurlagol.

You grew into a well renowned volunteer and guard of the village, and was visited by King Lamoth himself. he asked you to recruit into the Lance Defenders, the royal military of Tsurlagol. 

You accepted the offer after a short conversation with your parents, who thought you should join. The King thanked you, now revealing that the Defenders  were running short on soldiers after all of the recent Orcish pirate attacks. When you ask why he hadn't said anything about the attacks when he had offered the recruitment, he responds that he hadn't wanted to influence your decision.

You arrive at the boot camp in a secluded area surrounded by trees to the west, kingdom walls to the north, water to the east, and just plains to the south. You chose this camp because it trains paladins. You have had a belief in the Devines since you were a wyrmling, reading books about Gods like Amaunator.

Quickly surpassing your fellow paladin trainees, you become a full paladin and join the Lance Defenders. You help keep the kingdom safe from threats such as Bullywugs and Cockatrice. You find it boring at first, longing for a real fight. You express your thoughts to another paladin, and he responds by saying not to worry, that there will probably be something soon.

Not five seconds after he said this, the war-horn outside is blown. Everyone in the room is up, has their gear on, and is out the building in less than five minutes. When you make it outside, among about a hundred other paladins and about two hundred soldiers and mages combined, you get a good look at just how bad the situation is.

Fifteen warships, all looking able to hold two hundred or more pirates. At the front is the most terrifying Orc you've ever seen. His jaw has been replaced by a crudely cut piece of metal. He has his ships positioned so that some ships can empty their troops on land to surround the kingdom, while some stay to empty straight into the kingdom. He has deep maroon skin, which is covered in scars that speak of countless battles, probably provoked by this Orc. He transforms into a horrifyingly tall and muscular werewolf and begins walking off of the ship, unsheathing a huge, two-handed sword, looking five feet long. The banners hung along the ends of the ship show a picture of a wolf's head, which you find very appropriate, him being a lycanthrope. His army consisted of Orcish warriors that stood at attention, standing like statues, and you could see their eyes staring at our small army, figuring out the best strategy to defeat us. The lycanthrope gives a deep, but short howl, and a deep red wyvern flies out of a trapdoor in the back of the ship. you're not sure how it fit under the warship, but figure that it's deeper there.

The lycanthrope gives a longer howl, and the army surges forward. The wyvern takes flight and grills about five Tsurlagonian soldiers alive. The Orcish army closes in from all sides, killing soldiers with such precision and speed that it looks like there's no way Tsurlagol could survive.

A full day of fighting later, the lycanthrope is the only one left of the army. the last Orcish warrior was killed about three hours ago, the wyvern slain one hour ago. The Orc warlord has turned back into an actual Orc, but ha still been able to hold of all of the soldiers, who've been coming from all directions. He manages to kill the last dozen who've been keeping him from progressing through the city. You ask him his name. "Thruulys." is his only response. A burning hatred for Thruulys burns through your entire soul, and you outwardly say, keeping your composure," Thruulys, you have terrorized this city for all of an entire day, but during that time, you killed an entire army and half the citizens here. I cannot allow you to continue."   "I can see the hate burning in your eyes, but you're keeping calm, even though I'm wide open, not blindly lashing. This'll be a tough fight.", Thruulys responds. He lunges towards you just as you leap to the side. His sword clangs against the side of your armour. You rush towards him, and feel your lance pierce his side. He gives a grunt and comments that no enemy's ever lived long enough to do that. You acknowledge the scratches all over his body. He grunts.

After another hour, you become frustrated, your attacks more harsh, but less accurate. You hear a voice in your head. "You cannot allow this fiendish Orc to overcome you. You must regain composure and focus on his weak points." You stop for a second and Thruulys laughs. "Giving up? I thought you were better than that!" As he thrusts his sword towards you, you step out of the way. He grunts in surprise, but before he can stop, he steps in front of you. You drive your lance into his side, impaling him completely. He gasps, then collapses.

Everyone around waits a moment that feels like an eternity. Then there is a deafening roar as the citizens cheer and applaud. King Lamoth soon walks toward you and says a ceremony is to be held. 

You are given countless medals for protecting the king, staying strong in the face of a force of seemingly infinite power, and other things. You are also named as the new general. When you get a chance to speak, you thank everyone, say how it's a true honor, then say that you will be taking an unpaid leave for a time. The crowd collectively gasps and someone asks,"What if someone attacks again?" The crowd murmurs agreement, and you answer,"I'm sure that if someone hears that a lone paladin killed Thruulys, the last thing they'll want to do is challenge that kind of power." The king says,"He needs this, too. Half of his city and all of his friends in the Lance Defenders have been brutally murdered by an army of orcs. I'm sure that he'll be grateful for this time to recollect himself." 

And with that, you leave. You say goodbye to Alex and Joanna, and the entire village, too. Off to wherever the winds of fate take you.

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