I remember many moons ago. My land was always ash. My people reflected this when the ash imbedded itself in our fathers fathers fathers long ago and so we are all born with ash skin. I am from a family far away whose by trade are Merchants and deal with spices, fine wood workings, and kobold slaves. However a great cataclysm befell my land and I decided to leave my family in search of greener pastures. I became Hlallu the Outlander. I awoke in a daze one night after traveling for so long with not a sip to drink or bit to eat. My supplies ran out a long time ago, when I was awoken in a cavern of absolute beauty. I was surrounded by mushrooms and colors and vines and trees. I strode out of the four Torii gates well fed, alive, and strong. My goal is simple, to bring the Hlallu name to these lands and prosper, to become the Nobility of all great houses and communities and grow my fortune. I have a goal after this that requires this fortune but it is a mystery. I also am looking for a human called "The Dreamer". He is important to this mystery.