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Tazdaar Kimbatuul grew up poor in Athkatla along the Sword Coast, living from day to day with his older brother and mother. They were one of the few dragonborn in town, but for the most part they were treated politely, if kept at a distance, by their mostly human neighbors.
Tazdaar hadn’t been born there, although it was the only home he knew. His family had been forced to flee their home in Tymanther when he was just a baby, his father having committed a transgression against their clan, the nature of which his mother, Cakira, refused to discuss. Tazdaar’s father, Tohazar, had led them on a long journey to what they had only known as the fabled City of Coin, only to find the truth about the city to be considerably less shiny.
Of his father Tazdaar only has a few fleeting memories, none of them good, before he had disappeared from their lives all together. When Tazdaar asked about his father, his mother would only spit and call him a criminal. His older brother, Bhaxan, was no more forthcoming, though he, too, was young when the man left.
After years of scraping by and struggling to find enough to eat, watching his mother work herself to the bone, exhausted and bitter, Tazdaar knew he needed to help. Despite their hard life, she always found patience and love for him and his brother, who had since left home and taken up a less-than-legal lifestyle. When Tazdaar turned 15 he joined the crew of the first ship that would take him, a trading galley that ran up and down the Sword Coast.
Upon that ship he found a harder life than he expected at first. The crew was a mixed group of jaded misfits who made his life miserable. But Tazdaar proved he could work hard and give as good as he got, and eventually the crew accepted him as one of their own, all the way up to their equal parts irascible and jovial half-orc captain. They turned out to be the big family Tazdaar never knew he wanted. He saved all his money, excited to surprise his mother with it when his ship finally returned home to Athkatla.
Tazdaar practically raced through the streets, full of joy, only to find a wide-open front door and an empty home. He searched through the house and questioned all his neighbors. They told him that two weeks ago a pair of dragonborn had arrived and taken her away, against her will judging by her shouts and curses, but they were afraid to raise the alarm. Tazdaar bribed his way toward finding his brother, now working for a thief guild in the city, and together they discovered that their mother was seen being taken from the city, but because she was so obviously poor, no one had tried to stop them.
Tazdaar swelled with rage, at the men who took his mother, his father for being gone, the city for turning its back on its poor citizens. He used the money he had earned to buy armor and weapons, and asked his brother to come with him to find his mother. But Bhaxan refused. He wanted no part of his old life and told Tazdaar not to contact him again.
So Tazdaar left, sword in hand, swearing an oath that he would find his mother, punish those who took her and anyone who treated the poor as insects beneath their boot.
Tazdaar Kimbatuul grew up poor in Athkatla along the Sword Coast, living from day to day with his older brother and mother. They were one of the few dragonborn in town, but for the most part they were treated politely, if kept at a distance, by their mostly human neighbors.
Tazdaar hadn’t been born there, although it was the only home he knew. His family had been forced to flee their home in Tymanther when he was just a baby, his father having committed a transgression against their clan, the nature of which his mother, Cakira, refused to discuss. Tazdaar’s father, Tohazar, had led them on a long journey to what they had only known as the fabled City of Coin, only to find the truth about the city to be considerably less shiny.
Of his father Tazdaar only has a few fleeting memories, none of them good, before he had disappeared from their lives all together. When Tazdaar asked about his father, his mother would only spit and call him a criminal. His older brother, Bhaxan, was no more forthcoming, though he, too, was young when the man left.
After years of scraping by and struggling to find enough to eat, watching his mother work herself to the bone, exhausted and bitter, Tazdaar knew he needed to help. Despite their hard life, she always found patience and love for him and his brother, who had since left home and taken up a less-than-legal lifestyle. When Tazdaar turned 15 he joined the crew of the first ship that would take him, a trading galley that ran up and down the Sword Coast.
Upon that ship he found a harder life than he expected at first. The crew was a mixed group of jaded misfits who made his life miserable. But Tazdaar proved he could work hard and give as good as he got, and eventually the crew accepted him as one of their own, all the way up to their equal parts irascible and jovial half-orc captain. They turned out to be the big family Tazdaar never knew he wanted. He saved all his money, excited to surprise his mother with it when his ship finally returned home to Athkatla.
Tazdaar practically raced through the streets, full of joy, only to find a wide-open front door and an empty home. He searched through the house and questioned all his neighbors. They told him that two weeks ago a pair of dragonborn had arrived and taken her away, against her will judging by her shouts and curses, but they were afraid to raise the alarm. Tazdaar bribed his way toward finding his brother, now working for a thief guild in the city, and together they discovered that their mother was seen being taken from the city, but because she was so obviously poor, no one had tried to stop them.
Tazdaar swelled with rage, at the men who took his mother, his father for being gone, the city for turning its back on its poor citizens. He used the money he had earned to buy armor and weapons, and asked his brother to come with him to find his mother. But Bhaxan refused. He wanted no part of his old life and told Tazdaar not to contact him again.
So Tazdaar left, sword in hand, swearing an oath that he would find his mother, punish those who took her and anyone who treated the poor as insects beneath their boot.