Aura's tale. I asked Drakon if I could tell my story myself as it would make a lot more sense that way. Best to start about 50 years before I was born. A dragon showed up at the kobold city of Undermountain. As kobolds are very susceptible to dragon-charm the dragon convinced them to attack some of the nearby dwarven settlements and give it all the loot. My grandmother was raped by one of the kobold chieftains during one of those raids. And nine months later my dad was born. Half-dwarf half-kobold. That by itself is pretty rare as normally longer lived races have a hard time having children as it is. Let alone add an even lower chance of pregnancy with parents of two different races. Humans are the big exception to that. They seem to be able to breed with almost anyone without issue. Anyways, my grandmother raised my dad with the help of her clan. A lot of Dwarven settlements are pretty xenophobic, and my grandmothers' town was no exception. As soon as my dad had his awakening he joined an adventuring company. There he met my mom and after a few years of adventuring together, they fell in love. And almost nineteen years ago now I was born. My mom died doing a dungeon when I was only a couple of years old, and my dad retired from adventuring at that point. We moved back to my grandmothers' town, where at least the clan welcomed us with open arms. The rest of the city not so much. I grew up being bullied a lot and spent most of my time in the clan compound tinkering with all kinds of inventions. Then when a couple of years ago word reached us that the new continent was open. My dad decided to move here. My grandmother who by that time had married stayed behind but a lot of younger cousins of mine and a few apprentices decided to join us in coming here. After over a year of travelling, we finally made it. The cart I have I designed on the way so that I could have a travelling workshop. When I awakened, thank god I was a technomancer and not a blacksmith. Making the same thing over and over again would drive me mad. I would rather spend time troubleshooting and repairing things. Or designing new contraptions and weapons. I designed old yeller here myself. That's the repeating crossbow I built. I named it that way because people start yelling and running away when I try to use it. It has a five-shot magazine and I can choose to have each bolt use up a little bit of mana to add some elemental damage. It has a fire selector for normal, fire, electricity and cold. Still trying to figure out if I can add in acid or poison or something along those lines. My current milestones deal with designing new things. And I found a rare milestone a few weeks ago while researching in the library, to make my first pair of automatons. And I decided on making a pair of mechanical wolves. Four feet are easier than two design-wise. I'll let Drakon get back to the story now, but I might interject some of my thoughts here and there if I feel like it's needed.