Fip Goldscale's interageted backstory.

I was born Fip Goldscale of the noble Goldscale family. We are decedents of the ancient gold dragon Bavyrmn. He is my great great great grandfather. My great great great grandmother was a satyr bard who seduced him to save her life and he fell in love with her. They had children together and over the generations he has been a part of our family and watched over us. Because of our draconic bloodline each member of our family is a sorcerer. My father married a fairy from another noble family. We are born with golden scales on our bodies and bright red hair. Being part fairy, I have dragonfly like wings that I use to get around. Unfortunately, I ended up being very small for a satyr and my horns never grew large. I was often called “brittlehorn” by other satyrs. My parents did not care. They loved me despite my small horns and odd wings. I grew up in the city of Frandyln, which is hidden inside the fey forest of Arborwich. As a family, we follow the god Skerrit, whom most satyrs adore. Being from a noble family, we are well liked by many of the merchants and tradesmen of the city. I even spend some time with the local herbalists learning from them what herbs are good for different things and how to craft potions of healing.
Being raised in a noble draconic family has its benefits. First, we had many kobold servants that I would play with as a child. They thought me many tricks to fighting in a group. Second, I did not have to study magic; it just comes natural to me. I was able to start producing my own fire at age 6, which is not the youngest in the history of the family, but I am considered very gifted. I remember how proud my parents were when I released fire into the face of another satyr that was making fun of my small horns.
One time another satyr boy talked me into going into the fey woods around the city with them because there was an old woman giving out candy. I could not have been more than 8 years old at the time. Turns out it was a hag who took the other satyr but left me alone in the woods to die because she did not want to have anything to do with my draconic family coming after her. I spent 3 days wandering in the woods alone and frightened. I was afraid I would never see my family again. I was even attacked by a giant spider that could have eaten me if not for the fact I set its web on fire and it flew away. To this day I cannot stand spiders or being alone. Spiders I almost always kill on sight and being alone causes me to talk to myself and I start to become paranoid that a spider will try to eat me again. Maybe this is why I love parties so much. Being from a noble family, there were many parties, and I learned to play the pan flute and sing at them. I also learned my love for alcohol at these parties. Anything will do in a pinch but my favorite kind quickly became sweet wines which the fairies of Frandyln were the most skilled at making. I almost wanted to give up potion making to learn how to make their wine but my family disapproved.
At age 14 I had my rite of passage in my family. I was starting to become better at casting spells and I went off to learn tactics with the kobold sorcerers that defend Bavyrmn’s cave. I enjoyed my time there. I got to talk with my great great great grandfather almost every day and I learned how to fight with my spells. My magic came naturally but learning how to take advantage of an enemy that is slightly distracted is not easy. Even with all my natural skill it took me 5 years of training every day to get as good as the kobold sorcerers at taking advantage of having a friendly ally close to an enemy.
When the time was right, I, like most of my family, entered Strixhaven Academy. I think this was my father’s proudest day, seeing me in my Silverquill robs like he once wore. I was excited because there was a potions class there at Strixhaven. My mother Vitea gave me a diamond earing when I entered Strixhaven. It was made to be a spell focus for me and glows red when I use it. It also let me cast a new spell she taught me called chromatic orb. This is one of the best spells ever. It lets me cast a ball of fire at whatever I want. But like my mom warned me, some things are not hurt as bad by fire, so I needed to know how to use other elements and this spell lets me do that. I got into the habit of stroking it whenever I cast a spell. They left me at Strixhaven, excepting I would be top of my class.
Truth be told, I was top of my class in partying. My love of alcohol and my skill in herbalism made me the life of the party. It also helped that I am a great singer and pan flute player. There is no party like a Strixhaven party. After a major test was over, we would spend all night and much of the next day drinking and having fun. I even would make a potion I learned in class that could remove the sick feeling from drinking too much. It was not easy learning to make this one. My first try almost killed someone when they drank it. Thankfully, it was in class and the teacher was able to cure the poor guy of the poison that it became. I think the gnome in our class changed the herbs on me because I know I mixed it right. His name was Ariben Cobblecloak, and he was the bane of my time at Strixhaven.
During my time at Strixhaven, I started to become a better sorcerer. Naturally, I found out that I was a draconic blood sorcerer. This was no surprise because everyone in my family is one. I was surprised to find out there are many other kinds of sorcerers out there. I gained the ability to use sorcery points. This was a new experience for me in being able to do things like make my chromatic orb hit two targets with just one casting of the spell. These sorcery points do have a draw-back. When I use them, the scales of my body begin to get hot. Not so much that it burns me, but it becomes uncomfortable if I keep doing it over and over again. I do not know if I will ever become accustomed to this pain. Father says he has the same thing also, and it is just a side effect of how strong our draconic blood it. Another side effect of being a draconic sorcerer is that my voice changes when I cast a spell. It becomes deeper, and more like a dragon. I often like to taunt my targets by saying they will feel the flames of a dragon when they feel my attacks. I focused mostly on fire based attacks while at Strixhaven. But being of the college of Silverquill, I learned other magic such as divine magic, and some spells that cause psychic damage. I even took time to learn our college’s signature spell, silvery barbs.
My first year at Strixhaven went well. I was in the top half of my classes when it came to classes, and I was top in potion making. This makes me think even moreso that it was the gnome that switched my herbs around. Everything was going well until the night of one of our parties. Once again, I trusted a gnome and took some herbs he told me were legal to have at Strixhaven. I gave them to the adult daughters of Taiva. He is one of the most powerful people at Strixhaven. When he learned they had these herbs, the gnome and I were kicked out of Strixhaven before we finished our first year. My father was so ashamed of me. I will never forget the look on his face when I was forcefully teleported into the house by Tavia along with a letter stating I was kicked out of school. He did not speak to me for a week after I returned home.
After the week of silence he finally spoke to me and just said, “Leave until you are worthy of this family name again.” He left the room and did not speak another word to me. My mother gave me a few things before I left, including a bloodwell vial which they were saving to give me as a gift for finishing my first year at Strixhaven. My mom would do anything for me. She told me she would give me more than this, but she feared the wrath of my father if she gave me anything more. Unknown to me, it was my father’s idea to still give me the bloodwell vial. He also cast a scrying spell over the vial to be able to keep an eye on me at all times. It was also his idea to give me a copy of a page from his old textbook from Strixhaven on how to summon the Silverquill Mascot, an inkling. I had always wanted to get the same familiar that my father had used while at Strixhaven and still used to this day around the house. After attuning to the bloodwell vial, I learned it also glowed red when I used it to cast a spell.
Mother told me to go to Isondale and meet with my cousin, Sip, who was a low level officer in the local military. Maybe Sip could find me some work or point me into the direction of some of the local adventuring guilds to help me get on my feet. She even offered me a teleportation to the city, knowing I would not do very well on my own in the woods and plains because of my history of being lost in the woods as a child. I gladly took the teleport to see Sip. He told me about some people gathering together, and that I might want to go there to find a party. So here I am, only 24 and now a dropout of Strixhaven with only a few things on my back out in the larger world, not knowing if my family will ever accept me back again. I have not had a drink in over a week, and I am slowly falling into a depression because of it. How I would love to just go to a bar and buy anything to drink, but until I earn some coin on my own, I cannot afford to buy anything to drink. Maybe some kind souls will see my magic potential and let me into their adventuring crew.