You were raised by your witch mother in a tiny hut in the swamp. One day you saw a trail of dried black blood leading into a cave and chanced upon a dead black dragon. You have no idea what has killed it, but in its lair there was a bunch of broken eggs and a few gold coins scattered around.

Upon inspecting the eggs, you realized that one of the dragonlings was somehow still alive!

You brought it back home and your mother told you to kill it. But you cried so much that she allowed you to keep it instead. You would hunt small woodland animals with a sling everyday to feed it.

When it began to grow, you would release it every dawn so it could go out and hunt. It would always come back by night to sleep together with you. You got used to its cold scales against your warm body, and you believe your warmth is what keeps the small dragon coming back to you.

One night, your mother dies! Nothing ties you to this swamp hut anymore.

You loot a bunch of unlabelled potions and a sword full of runes and set out on your very first adventure!

Your dragon is too small to carry you in flight, eats a lot but is capable of feeding itself just fine.

> Name MC
> Name Dragon

You find an old map!

To the north there is a massive port city named Killa.

To the south there is the Ice Kingdom. The place is full of evil magicians. Your mother came from there.

To the east there is the Blue Land. In there, was is non stop.

To the west there is the Dwarven Citadel of Amonkorak. Dwarves don't like witches much. Nor dragons.

> Head north
> Head south
> Head east
> Head west