chapter 6 –
coming soon

chapter 5 –
Chemdog hears about Leilan assembling a clan in the North. A raiding clan to rebuild the burnt Icicle Isle. He travels there to see what it is all about and fast becomes part of their raiding party. He grew bored with the raiding and after the Isle seemed revived enough to no longer need him, he wandered off.

chapter 4 –
For years after Hyaline he tried his hand at several kinds of living. Mostly he would just ask whoever owned a hunk of Beqanna for themselves if he may freeload there, collect some women and move on when he could. Wolfbane let him for a while, in Loess, but Chem never did much for him and ended up leaving to go back to the River anyway. For years he and Kota stay quiet, keeping out of sight as they move around Beqanna without any real purpose.

chapter 3 –
He fathered many children, but there was a daughter in particular that he had taken to. Padma raised their child nicely, giving her everything she needed, but shoving her to Chemdog as soon as the girl was weaned. They made for great partners, becoming close and traveling together much of the time. Both of them settled, Kota about 3 or so, in Hyaline where Chemdog became a Professor for a while. He educated the young and the vulnerable, still bedding anyone he could and keeping his daughter close. They both remained in Hyaline for several years until Aziz’s academy crumbled apart and back to the River he went.

chapter 2 –
Beqanna, as she always does, went through some major shifts in the land and its wild magic. His Village was soon swallowed into the sea and his little family scattered. Some mares followed him to the River, a select few, but many did not. They dispersed and that was the end of his first and only real harem he’d built. Since then he decided he would wander, making base at the River, foraging where he could and snatching up any willing (and sometimes not willing) ladies along his way. He spent many years just wandering.

chapter 1 –
Most of his life has been spent chasing women of various shapes, sizes, histories and attitudes. It is the pie of life for him, truly. He cannot get enough of them, and it has always been this way. His first home he claimed for himself of Volcanic Village; a hostile and beautiful spot that he held for years, gathering lovers, raising children, building a small empire and a healthy sized harem.

EARLY YEARS –
He was born in the mountains, dropped on cold hard stone on a frozen Spring night. He remembers the deep shiver he had until he was finally able to warm himself. He’s accustomed to the frigid temperatures of winter – even in the high north. He will never be as cold as the day he was born. Chemdog was raised in the image and shadow of his Grandfather, Mohan, and so far he’s pretty much just like him in so many ways. He was taught to fight, sneak, and provide for himself as a nomad. He was taught politics and his mother taught him what she could of social sciences – how the mind works. Manipultaion. He upbringing was rough enough to make him interesting, seeing much bloodshed before the age of two, but also gentle enough to make him a decent father and grandfather to his own kin. At about 4 or 5 years of age Chemdog was on his own, wandering.