WITHHOLDING A D&D Character's Backstory It was another grey day on the mountain pass. They were all grey days on the dragon’s mount. On either side of a gravel road were haphazard boulders bordering it as far as the eye could see. Behind the overlarge stones were steep, cliff faces that stretched high up, beyond the very clouds. Wigbrand sat alone, behind one of the largest boulders he could find. He was not terribly afraid of being seen. Very few souls dared travel by the mountain pass for fear of the dangers believed to haunt the place. One of those mythical dangers was Wigbrand himself. He was a dragonbron: half man, half dragon standing seven feet tall and adorned in golden scales. Rumors of his kind, and worse, infesting the mountain had terrified humans for centuries. Though if any of them could see Wigbrand now, perhaps they would have taken a moment to consider his postu
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