> [!infobox|right wikipedia] > # **Drougma Tarak** > ![[Drougma-Portrait.png]] > ##### **Basic Information** > | | | > | ---- | --- | --- | > | Title(s): | N/A | > | Faction(s): | None | > | Home: | Unknown | Unknown > | Species | Dragonborn | Chromatic > | Occupation | Unknown | > ##### **Dates** > | | | > | ---- | --- | --- | > | Status: | Alive | | > | Born: | 1463-1473 | DR | > | Died: | N/A | > | Age: | 20-30 | Years > ##### **Family** > | | | > | ---- | --- | --- | > | Spouse: | Unknown | > | Parent(s): | [[Drougma's Father]] | [[Drougma's Mother]] | > | Sibling(s): | [[Vlad]] | | > ##### **Class Info** > | | | > | ---- | --- | --- | > | Alignment: | Unknown | Unknown > | Deity: | Unknown | Unknown > | Class 1: | Barbarian | Unknown Style? | > | Class 2: | Unknown | Unknown | > ##### **Appearance** > | | | > | ---- | --- | --- | > | Hair: | None | | > | Scales: | Whiteish-teal | | > | Eyes: | Green | | > | Height: | 6' | 8" | > ##### **Extra Information** > | | | > | ---- | --- | --- | > | Favorite Food(s): | Berries | | > | Favorite Color: | Unknown | | > | Interest(s): | Vlad | Unknown | > | Fear(s): | Unknown | Unknown | ### Origin **Drougma Tarak:** He is a wall of strength wrapped in silence, a dragonborn who says little but carries the weight of his past in every breath. When our paths first converged, he looked like just another wanderer with a too-large hammer and a steady scowl. I learned quickly that he was something else entirely. In [[Seagrove Cavern]], he finally cracked under pressure after our battle in there... I heard fear in his voice for the first time. Not fear of death, but the fear of failing a man he revered. [[Vlad]]. His brother, protector, and the reason Drougma is alive at all. The name carved into [[Drougma's Hammer]] is no ornament. It is a promise he thinks he has not yet earned. Everything about him is shaped by expectations he carries like armor, and his hatred of magic was carved into him by a tribe that called it corruption. Anyone touched by it was cast out or killed. Yet when he roars in battle, power erupts from his throat like a force that belongs to no ordinary barbarian. Sparks, surges, something volatile it seems he cannot control. Every time it happens, I watch him freeze afterward, shaken by the knowledge that the one thing he despises most might be growing inside him. It looks like he tries to hide it; he fails to do that in front of me at the very least... Then one night in [[Greenest]] made the truth harder to ignore. During a simple dinner at the inn, the air split wide and crackled with green smoke as the apparition of [[Drougma's Father]] appeared. The Chief of Drougma’s tribe... Nearly eight feet tall even as a vision, radiating the kind of authority that makes the room shrink. He threatened [[Marcel Voltaire]] with offhand cruelty, then turned on [[Constantine]] with murderous focus before vanishing. No explanation. No warning. Drougma only clenched his jaw as he snapped to consciousness. That silence was explanation enough. Regarding family, he speaks even less about his mother; a blackscale dragonborn... No stories. No memories he shares willingly. Whether Vlad still lives, I cannot say... but the devotion in Drougma’s voice when he speaks of him leaves no room for doubt. Vlad is the anchor he keeps reaching for, even when the world keeps pulling him in directions he does not understand. Simply put, Drougma is a man shaped by grief, tradition, and expectations he believes he has failed. He trained the people of Greenest without complaint, fought beside us without hesitation, and offers loyalty the way other men offer breath. Yet... the magic rising inside him, the shadow of his tribe, and the ghost of a brother he is terrified of disappointing all chase him with the same relentlessness. He is not running from battle. He is running from becoming something he was taught to hate. And every day that passes, I see him fighting that truth as fiercely as any enemy we have faced. #### Notable Incidents - [[Drougma's Barrel]]: Discovered a strange, foul-smelling barrel of oil during travel; kept it in the caravan, but it’s never been referenced again, do we still have it in storage? - [[Rogue Kobold Tribe]]: Able to converse with kobolds in Draconic, served as translator when [[Traxis]] was absent and then... abruptly vanished - Greenest Dinner Incident: During a quiet dinner at the [[Greenest Inn]], an apparition of Drougma’s father appeared without warning - Training in the Square: In the days after Greenest was raided, Drougma stood in the town square and began drilling frightened citizens in the basics of combat, correcting stances, guiding grips, and turning panic into something that resembled readiness. - The Dragon Tribute: At the [[Cult of the Dragon]] camp, Drougma stepped forward and offered a handful of gold coins and a bloodstained gold bracelet to the black dragon with green eyes, a gesture made with trembling restraint that hinted at fear, reverence, or both... #### UNKNOWNS - His village/tribe remains unnamed... we know nothing about its size or customs beyond the anti-magic stance; no clue on its location - What started Drougma on the adventure we are currently on? - The ultimate reason for his hatred of magic- whether purely cultural or more personal?