I am Nosmo. Three years ago for me, and two months ago for you inhabitants of Rifts Earth, I hatched. I emerged from my dignified, natural basinet with several bits of knowledge. Primarily, that I was born to an ancient bloodline. I was the latest of the regal, Royal Frilled Dragon species, and that my particular heritage was principal of equals. Though, as I think back, it most likely is just the arrogance of the brood trying to overwhelm my impressionable mind. Secondarily, I knew that my enemy, more than the standard enmity I have toward all other dragons, is a being named Shandoff. He stole me from the horde upon which I was supposed to emerge and placed me in a twisted hatchery in a forgotten realm. His intentions are vague, but the voice that spoke to me in my egg assured me they were nefarious. Since hatching, I have known three beings well. My savior, who wishes only to be known of as the Shadow Broker. He is one of the few with whom I have trust, but too much enmity to stand his presence. My father, Rex. He is a flawed man, but honorable. My savior left my egg in his home to finish incubating. I emerged on a horde, but one of Credits and not of Gold. A horde that was not my own, but belonged to a family to whom I now was initiated. He taught me how to discern the good voices from the bad, and a respect for coin and commerce. My mother, Carl Mangerson. He nurtured me, and taught me empathy. He was the one that showed me platonic love and made the stark manse of Rex into a home. Some two months after hatching, I was sent on several errands by my savior. He had faith in my power and abilities. I spent the next three years in areas barely recognizable to me. The first was a land suppressed by humans wielding ancient technology. Beings on a higher plane of existence that, refer to themselves as the Nightbane, were trying to liberate the world. After my work there, I was sent to an even more ancient plane, but one infused with so much magic! I spent some time around a deep jungle called the Yin-Sloth. With my job on that plane finished, The Broker told me I had my next order, and I had to hurry. Allies were in trouble.
