Rakashi:
Male great wyrm shadow dragon, druid 33/wizard 18/shadow dancer 9
CN Large dragon
Init +9; Senses blindsense 60 ft., darkvision 120 ft., low-light vision, keen senses; Listen +57, Spot +34
Aura frightful presence (360 ft., DC 64)
Languages Draconic, Druidic, Common, Sylvan, Undercommon, Drow Sign Language, speak with animals
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(Dragon Form):
AC 58, touch 18, flat-footed 49 (-1 size, +9 Dex, +40 natural)
hp 629 (97 HD); DR 20/magic
Immune Energy drain, sleep affects, paralysis, poison, magical aging
Resist evasion, defensive roll; SR 33
Fort +6, Ref +47, Will +58; +4 against spell-like abilities of fey, slippery mind
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Speed 90 ft., fly 300 ft. (good); shadow jump 80 ft., woodland stride, trackless step, flyby attack, wingover, hover
Melee bite +53 (2d6-2) and 2 claws +53 (1d8-2) and 2 wings +53 (1d6-2) and tail slap +53 (2d6-2)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 5 ft. (15 ft. for tail and bite, 20 ft. for wing)
Base Atk +48; Grp +60
Special Actions spontaneous casting (summon nature's ally), shadow illusion, summon shadow, create shadows 3/day, breath weapon (40-ft cone of shadow, 8 negative levels; DC 39)
Druid spells prepared (CL 33rd) (6/10/10/9/9/9/8/7/7/7/7/6)
Wizard spells perpared (CL 18th) (4/7/6/6/6/6/5/4/4/3/5)
Sorcerer spells known (CL 30th) (9/7/7/5/5/5/4/3/3/3/5)
Spell-like abilities (CL 30th):
3/day--mirror image, nondetection
2/day--dimension door
1/day--shadow walk
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(Drow Form):
AC 19, touch 19, flat-footed 10 (+9 Dex)
hp 629 (97 HD); DR 20/magic
Immune Energy drain, sleep affects, paralysis, poison, magical aging
Resist evasion, defensive roll; SR 33
Fort +6, Ref +47, Will +58; +4 against spell-like abilities of fey, slippery mind
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Speed 50 ft., fly 250 ft. (good); shadow jump 80 ft., woodland stride, trackless step, flyby attack, wingover, hover
Melee +5 keen dancing halberd +54 (1d8+3 17-20/ x3), or 2 claws +55 (1d4-2)
Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft. (10 ft. with halberd)
Base Atk +49; Grp +49
Special Actions spontaneous casting (summon nature's ally), shadow illusion, summon shadow, create shadows 3/day
Druid spells prepared (CL 33rd) (6/10/10/9/9/9/8/7/7/7/7/6)
Wizard spells perpared (CL 18th) (4/7/6/6/6/6/5/4/4/3/5)
Sorcerer spells known (CL 25th) (9/7/7/5/5/5/4/3/3/3/5)
Spell-like abilities (CL 25th):
3/day--mirror image, nondetection
2/day--dimension door
1/day--shadow walk
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Abilities Str 6, Dex 27, Con 8, Int 28, Wis 47, Cha 35
SQ wild shape 7/day, thousand faces, alternate form, shadow blend
Feats Automatic Quicken Spell, Colossal Wild Shape, Combat Casting, Craft Epic Wonderous Item, Craft Magic Arms and Armor, Craft Wonderous Item, Dragon Wild Shape, Epic Spellcasting, Flyby Attack, Forge Ring, Gargantuan Wild Shape, Hover, Improved Counterspell, Improved Natural Attack (tail slap), Improved Spell Capacity, Magical Beast Wild Shape, Martial Weapon Proficiency (halberd), Multiattack, Multispell, Natural Spell, Run, Scribe Scroll, Silent Spell, Still Spell, Stealthy, Track, Quicken Spell, Weapon Finesse, Wingover
Skills Balance +33, Concentration +21, Craft (jewelery) +32, Craft (sculpting) +16, Craft (weaponsmithing) +29, Decipher Script +51, Diplomacy +34, Disguise +6, Escape Artist +4, Gather Information +8, Handle Animal +60, Heal +22, Hide +34, Knowledge (arcana) +58, Knowledge (history) +20, Knowledge (nature) +62, Knowledge (the planes) +31, Listen +58, Move Silently +48, Perform (dance) +18, Ride +26, Sleight Of Hand +21, Speak Language +28, Spellcraft +61, Spot +34, Survival +36, Tumble +29, Use Rope +8
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Personal Information
Name Rakashinnoryjindros
Age Unknown
Race Shadow dragon
Gender Male
Appearance
(dragon) A large dragon stands ahead, its claws clutching the rough, sloping sides of the towering rocky outcropping that oddly seems to dwarf the drake. The dragon stares out across the vast plains all around it with large, shimmering blue eyes. Behind those eyes and the scaley brow grew two long, slightly-curving horns that swept pack across its long, serpentine neck. Between those horns and continuing down to the tip of its long, slender tail is a frilled ridge of bony spines. One or two pairs of pearly teeth stabbed down from its mouth, the ivory contrasting heavily with the black or its scales. Two great wings, each almost as long as the dragon itself, were half-spread, perhaps to keep its balance while it perched atop the stones. The skin that stretched between each phalange was an odd greyish color that looked semi-transparent, though it looked almost purple in the shade. It's anchoring claws had an oddly dainty look to them.
(drow) This creature appears to be a drow elf, for its skin was as black as pitch and long, pointed ears poke out from silvery hair, but that's where the simularities end. It's facial features didn't look too elven, being more round and smoother than angular and sharp, and its eyes were wide and sapphire blue, rather than almond shape. The odd drow was a bit on the short side, too, even compared to the drow race, which tended to be a bit shorter than moon or sun elves.The drow was male, though there wasn't anything masculine about him. He wore fine robes, perhaps of black silk, but they looked a size or two too big for him. His hair was alarmingly long, falling almost to his ankles and horribly tangled, as if it had never seen a brush or comb, though that didn't tarnish the hair's silvery glow. The drow held a weapon in one hand, walking with it as if it were a staff. It was some manner of halberd, though the head didn't look anything like an axe-spear combination. It looked more like a scimitar blade, curving and vicious. In fact, the weapon's fierce appearance didn't seem to go with the drow's soft eyes, small smile and uncalloused hands. Around his slim waist was a strip of cloth, tied and secured by a clasp of sapphire, perhaps a manner of belt to keep his robes from falling off his slim, almost emaciated frame. If not, it certainly served well as a place to tie many pouches and satchels to, which he did, each carrying an different odor from the other. But the drow's most notable and astonishing features were the wings sprouting from his shoulder blades and the tail that sprung out from his hind quarters. The wings were bat-like, the appendages coated in scales of ebony. The tail was like that of a lizards, long and covered in black scales, though it twitched and swayed like that of a lazy cat.
Personality Rakashi is usually happy and calm, a small smile always seeming to be painted upon his dark features. He is easily frightened, which causes him to stammer a lot, but he is no coward. He is very patient, but there seem to be a few things that irk him to no end, such as his brother. He is quite forgiving and is normally slow to anger. He is a bit sheepish, though fierce when the need arises. Even with his friendly nature, few have even come so close to him as to truely understand him. He always seems to carry a weight about him, though he puts up a valliant effort to up it behind him. When that weight does come to bear, however, he reacts in a completely unusual manner. And none have ever seen him truely angered. Perhaps flustered or irritated, but not enraged. Few have ever seem him angered because they cease to live when they do.
Loki:
Male werewolf, fighter 17
NE Medium humanoid (shapeshifter)
(Human form)
Init +3; Senses low-light vision, scent; Listen +18, Spot +15
Aura none
Languages Common
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AC 25, touch 13, flat-footed 22 (+2 natural, +3 Dex +10 mithril half-plate armor)
hp 117 (19 HD); DR 10/silver
Fort +13, Ref +8, Will +7
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee +2 keen scythe +19/+14/+9/+4 (2d4+6/19-20 x4)
Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft.
Base Atk +17; Grp +17
Name: Loki
Age: 25
Race: Werewolf (origional race unknown)
Gender: Male
Class: Fighter 17
Ability scores: (human) Str 18, Dex 17, Con 16, Int 11, Wis 14, Cha 9
(hybrid) Str 20, Dex 21, Con 20, Int 11, Wis 14, Cha 9
(dire wolf) Str 20, Dex 21, Con 20, Int 11, Wis 14, Cha 9
Weapon(s): Scythe (human), scythe, bite (hybrid), 2 claws, bite (dire wolf)
Supernatural abilities:
Shapeshifting: Can assume a bipedal hybrid form or the form of a dire wolf
Curse of lycanthrophy
Wolf empathy
Appearance:
(human) This being looks human, though that isn't exactly accurate, merely a label in lack of a better term. He has no odd features that would suggest otherwise; no pointed ears, wings, tails, horns, or any discernable trait of another race. Still there was something unnatural about this man, who stood with solid rigidity and--confidence? It was hard to tell much from his face, which was as impassive as a marble statue's. He was of average height and build, if human he was, though it was hard to tell with the large, dark cloak that enveloped his form like an eclipse. All that was visible was some of his right side, for the cloak parted to allow his right arm to exit its prison of folds to grip his scythe. The scythe itself was a marvel, being almost a foot taller than the man when planted upon the ground like a staff. The blade, sharped to a deadly point meant more for cleaving flesh than wheat stalks, was long and slender, curving up and over his head, catching and entrapping the light of the sun upon its polished surface. What could be seen from the small opening in the cloak was a slim form covered in half-plate armor that glinted black. Still, one can not help but note the scruffy black hair atop his head that fell to his shoulders, but one wouldn't want to look there, for they'd have to see his eyes. Those eyes were the most disturbing part of him, as they were dead, gray and lifeless, and sent chills up one's spine.
(hybrid) This creature looks human-like, for it stands upon two legs, but the resemblance ends there. Its form is overed in thick fur, powdery white in color and speckled with black spots and patches around the face, limbs, lupine tail, and back. One can see all of these markings for the creature wore no clothes, which would probably just get in the way of its powerful, yet agile steps. It's head was like that of a wolf's with the long snout and canine ears, but the eyes held more or a human's intelligence, if nothing else. They were grey and passionless, yet both cold and fierce at the same time. If this creature had once been a human, nothing suggested it besides the scythe it held in its clawed hands, a truely more deadly weapon than its teeth and fangs.
(dire wolf) This creature looks like and over-sized wolf. As big as a war horse, this lupine beast carried a glimmer of cold intelligence in its grey eyes that belied the animal it appeared to be. It's fur was thick and shaggy, almost completely white besides the black patches around its eyes, limbs, tail, and back.
Personality: Loki doesn't really have much of a personality. He's cold and passionless, only seeming to come alive in battle, in which he becomes swift and overcome by a fierce joy that one wouldn't expect from his emotionless exterior. Yet emotionless isn't exactly the right word, for he seems quite angered often and easily, almost feral, even. Still, he's oddly wise for a recluse, even if he does seem to rush into battle with little thought.
Personal quote: "I shall spare you the curse of my bite, but only because you are not worthy of such a blessing of power...!"
Jostalphin: (LE Colossal+ dragon outsider [native])
Name: Jostalphin
Age: Unknown
Race: Sunwyrm
Gender: Male
Class: Barbarian 25 / Fighter 20 / Monk 4
Ability Scores: Str 79, Dex 7, Con 55, Int 14, Wis 18, Cha 23
Weapon(s): Bite, 4 claws, 2 wings, tail slap, crush, tail sweep (dragon), greataxe, greatsword, 2 claws, unarmed strike
Supernatural abilities:
Breath weapon: 100-ft line of intense light
Spell-like abilities: unknown
Mighty rage; 6/day
Ki strike
Appearance:
(dragon) This beastial dragon towers up from the ground like a mountain, standing upon eight powerful legs thicker than tree trunks. Each foot ended in huge claws that could easily crush a man as well as tear him to shreds. It's hard to make out too many details about this leviathan, however, for it's colossal form was bathed in a bright corona of light. Still one can make out the yellow, almost golden color of its scales (if not the scales themselves), the two great, curving horns atop its head and the two huge wings that spread out to block out the sun, leaving its own radiance to seem even brighter. It's tail swayed lazily, yet the appendage still seemed to carry a sense of unbelievable power as the rest of it. At the very end of that long, thick tail was a giant mote of light even brighter than the rest of its body, giving the appearence of an angular fish's lure. Its eyes glowed as well, a darker golden color that seemed, if possible, cold, rather than the warm radiance of the rest of its form.
(aasimar) This man is a colossus among men, standing at least a head taller than a rather tall human. His shoulders were wideset and powerful, each ending in a large, sinewy arm. He was absolutely coated in steel armor, though he refuses to wear a helmet. His armor seemed more inclined to harm the enemy than defend the wearer, with the spiked gauntlets and leg plates. His right pauldron had a rather...lumpy? look to it, as if it had taken a few good hammer strikes that had bent it into that shape. The other was sleek and polished, causing the man to have an askew look to him, though it didn't seem to bother him. It looked as if he cared more about his armor and weapons, a vicious two-handed axe he impossibly handling with one easily, than he did himself. There was little hair atop his head, just a fine sheet of black stubble looked odd with his shockingly pale skin. His eyes were a molten gold color that seemed to take the measure of all that they saw, though with a haughty, self-important air to it all.
Personality: Jostalphin is, if anything else, an opprotunist. He refuses to do anything that would cause anything but profit in his favor. This sense of living has led many to believe that he is shrewd and collected, which couldn't be farther from the truth. He is a simple man with simple needs; to control, to rule. He thinks that the world is made for his pleasure, for people to exist only to be controlled by his beck and call, which tends to give him a rather superior outlook on things. Still, few can stand up to him, which he uses often to his advantage.
Gnak: (CG Medium humanoid [gnoll])
Name: Brielrangnak
Age: 37
Race: Gnoll
Gender: Male
Class: Ranger 12 / Barbarian 6
Ability Scores: Str 20, Dex 17, Con 18, Int 14, Wis 20, Cha 16
Weapon(s): Longsword, short sword, longbow, bite (in rage)
Supernatural abilities:
Ranger spells known (2/2/2)
Wild empathy
Rage; 2/day
Appearance:
This creature looks like a rather bizarre mix of man and hyena. It stands on two legs that hadn't much changed from that of a hyena's, making its stance look a bit ackward, though the creature didn't seem to have very much trouble. Its head and tail looked exactly like that of a hyena's as well, though there was intelligence and wisdom in its warm, verdant eyes. It's body was covered in a coat of thick, rather unruly fur what might once have been the color of bark and the earth, but had started to grey in more than just a few places. Of course this creature's form wasn't just composed of beastial features. It wore leather armor studded with iron, though the suit looked a bit battered. Sheathed at each hip was a blade--one long and slender and the other short and broad--and its hands, though furry and padded, looked dexterous enough to use those blades in good order, as well as the bow and quiver of arrows slung over its right shoulder. There was even a very human expression of general amusement painted upon its muzzle, so it couldn't be all that bad.
Personality: Gnak is the type of fellow who rarely get's angry but can get stern and even a bit severe when the need arises. He shows a knack at leadership, has even been a leader of sorts for a time, yet he doesn't seem very inclined to lead anyone anytime soon, and always seems depressed when he talks of, or even thinks of, his "old war stories". He's loyal and shrewd and has a magnetism that some races normally weary to gnolls can't help but like Gnak.
Dalsta: (CN Gargantuan dragon [fire])
Name: Dalstaanthix
Age: 429
Race: Red dragon
Gender: Female
Class: Fighter 14 / Barbarian 5
Ability Scores: Str 34, Dex 14, Con 21, Int 16, Wis 15, Cha 14
Weapon(s): Bite, 2 claws, 2 wings, tail slap, crush, tail sweep (dragon), greatsword (tiefling)
Supernatural abilities:
Breath weapon: 60-ft cone, 16d10 fire
Spell-like abilities: 8/day--locate object; 3/day--suggestion
Sorcerer spells known: (6/8/7/7/7/5)
Rage; 2/day
Appearance:
(dragon) Great, scallouped pinions beat swiftly and powerfully, allowing the leviathon to touch down upon the earth with four feet ending in deadly claws with little more than a dull thud. The dragon raised its neck high, letting its head tower above you so that it made gaze down its reptillian snout with golden eyes that smoldered with an inner light. Scaly lips pulled back in a sneer, bearing a good many vicious teeth in the process. The dragon's cheeks were dappled with hornlets, as well as the top of its brows and the end of its chin. Great frilled ears fanned out, flicking every so often as if those ears picked up sounds even an elf would have trouble detecting. Two great, curling horns shot back from behind its brows, framing a great ridge of bony protrusions that ran down its spine to the very tip of its broad, powerful tail, a ashen blue-black frill stretching to each spike. Finally the wyrm folded its wings against its back and it stettled back onto its scaly haunches, as if satisfied with its investigations that there was nothing threatening near. And why should it not? Each scale was as big as a shield, crimson in color and no doubt far harder than mere steel. Everything about this great beast bespoke power, from the thick, powerful tail that coiled around its clawed feet to the taunt muscles that made its scales ripple like an aurora of blood whenever they moved even in the slightest.
(tiefling) The being standing ahead in the dirt road might have been a human, or perhaps an elf, had it not been for the sense of wrongness that plagued its aura and eyes as well as, and more notably to most, the two crimson horns that poked up from her forehead, partially hidden by wavy crimson hair that fell to the small of the creature's back. It looked female, but if it was, it didn't look too feminine covered in the clearly heavy places of steel she wore as armor. She had a bloodsoaked appearance which was just as unsettling as her glittering gold eyes that glared cold though they held a molten appearance. Even the armor was red, trimmed along the curving edges with a golden color, though it was doubtful it was actually gold. An odd weapon was slung across her back, set diagonally so she could easily bring the blade to bear with her right, gauntleted hand. It was a sword of unique make, the size of a greatsword with the curving edge of a scimitar, yet the bladed edge was jagged, looking almost as if it were the top jaw of a snarling dragon. The gleaming steel caught light easily, so it almost always looked like it was ablaze with wrathful flames.
Personality: Dalsta has less of a personallity as she does a temper more volitile than gnomen blast powder. It is true that red dragons are well known for their fits of anger, but Dalsta is tempermental even amongst the most rageful of reds. She doesn't take well to threats and will often lash out if someone so much as hints at something negative about her or her most trusted compainions. This has led many to make her out as extremely petty, as well as barbaric and terrible company, so it's not hard to understand that she has few friends. She's trustful of those few people, as well as loyal and appreciative for their companionship, though that doesn't mean she wont yell at them. Even fewer people have gained her respect, in fact only two have; Jostalphin whose mighty strength and vigilant tutilage has earned her grudging respect, and, surprisingly enough, Rakashi, though she'd never admit it to anyone and will punch anyone that would insinuate such a thing.
Nyllin: (CG Medium humanoid [raptorian])
Name: Nyllin Numil, Diamond Bolt
Age: 19
Race: Raptorian
Gender: Female
Class: Fighter 12 / Stormtalon 2
Ability Scores: Str 19, Dex 17, Con 18, Int 12, Wis 15, Cha 18
Weapon(s): Elven courtblade, foot talons, footbow
Appearance:
Little but flat, green plains stretch out before you, a calm lake of grass rushing up to meet the mountains far off in the distance. The plain's flat surface was broken in a few places by great, weather-beaten boulders that looked a bit out of place. Atop one such rock stood a figure, tall and svelt. The figure looked something like a female elf, what with the pointed ears and angular facial features. Yet more keen eyes would fault such a notion, for they'd notice that instead of a head of hair, the woman's scalp was topped by feathers that flowed and waved in the wind like hair and that what looked like a feathered cloak was, infact, a pair of wings resting against her back. Those feathers were white banded with black and brown near the ends, though the head feathers looked a bit more grey. Her eyes were green and owl-like, with wide pupils and irises, though those eyes weren't all that large. She wore a suit of armor that consisted of metal plates straped on her arms, shoulders, chest and legs, leaving her midrif to be shielded by small, overlapping plates of steel that resembled a dragon's scales. She wore no shoes, and why should she, when her feet looked more like the talons of an eagle than actual feet. The talons looked sharp, most likely filed down to deadly points. At her hip rested a magnificent blade--long, slender and curved--clearly of elven make. Slunder over her shoulder in a way that would not hinder her wings in the slightest was a bow that didn't quite look right, and over the opposite shoulder was a quiver of arrows, the fletching on each the same color as her feathers.
Personality: Nyllin isn't exactly a standard raptorian. She's a bit tempermental, but flighty and usually carefree. She enjoys the nights, yes, but not with the zealous nature as other raptorians, who slept through most of the day and stayed awake long through the night. She had left home almost as soon as she began flying, which had been a few years ago. She has always been over-adventurous and prefered the company of other races than other raptorians, who would always act as if they pitied the flightless races. She's rather young, and is likewise a bit naive, but luckily she has Melopee to keep her out of too much trouble. She's almost always looking for a fight, too, so it's good fortune for herself and everyone else that the halfling is always around to save their hides.
Melopee: (CN Small humanoid [halfling])
Name: Melopee Kepilen, "Whisperfoot"
Age: 24
Race: Halfling
Gender: Female
Class: Rogue 16
Ability Scores: Str 14, Dex 24, Con 13, Int 15, Wis 16, Cha 19
Weapon(s): Dagger, shortsword, sneak attack
Appearance:
A small figure stands ahead. At first you think it was a child, but if one looked closely they'd see that the figure was no child be a woman who has reached maturity before she really should have. A bit grim, the woman, a halfling, no doubt, stood with her back to a rock, her dark purple cloak shrugged back to free her hands. In one such hand a rough leather pouch rested whichmade a clinking sound as she rummaged through it with her free hand. Intuition said that it was not her's. Of course she didn't exactly look like a thief, what with her bright purple tunic and sleeves and her forest green leggings. Apparently the notion of halfings' gaudy clothing wasn't mere talk. She didn't wear any jewelery as many halflings tend to, but she did have her dark hair tied back into a wavy ponytail and her hands were, apparently, as quick as lightning. Her eyes glittered violet when she withdrew a coin of platinum from the pilfered satchel and a small smiled tugged at the corners of her lips.
Personality: Melopee is something like your standard halfling--quick, sneaky and basically everything a thief should be like--but she tends to dwell only in the rogue half of halfling life. She's often sullen and "all about business", but that's because of her tough life as a child of Calimport. When she's away from the noisy towns and taverns, or dark alleys and houses, and amongst good friends, she turns into a joyful young woman who loves to drink, sing and tell stories like every halfling should.
Kaemsayrraldita: (N Large undead [incorporeal])
Name: Kaemsayrraldita
Age (when last alive): 183
Race: Ghostly white dragon
Gender: Female
Class: Cleric (Xymor) 11 / Sacred Warder of Bahamut 8
Ability Scores: Str 29, Dex 14, Con --, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 21
Weapon(s): Bite, 2 claws, 2 wings, tail slap (manifested), incorporeal touch
Supernatural Abilities:
Breath Weapon: 40-ft cone, 6d6 cold damage or 40-ft cloud of gray mist, -6 Str, -6 Dex & -6 Con
Spell-like abilities; 3/day--fog cloud, gust of wind
Cleric Spells Known (6,8,7,7,7,7,5,5,4,4)
Sorcerer Spells Known (5,5)
Aura of Courage
Sacred shield
Manisfestation
Withering
Energy drain
Appearance:
The cavern was dark, eerily so, sans a faint white glow that origionated from nowhere. There seemed to be a weight in the air itself, a powerful feeling of anger and betrayal as if the stone walls themselves felt that they'd been horribly wronged. The faint, faded scent of chlorine permiates the air. A pile of riches--coins of gold and silver, weapons that radiated power, artifacts from long-forgotten eras, gems and jewels of every hue--is heaped up messily near the back of the dark chamber, the ethereal glow making the metals seem spectral, in a way. With a weighted heart, you take a few steps forward when a sudden, overwhelming chill bites through to the very soul. The glow seemed to converge into a single mass of silvery mist. The mist seemed to solidify, though it was still transparent, and take a form. The form was that of a large dragon with scales of vague ivory. A single, frilled horn juts back from its head over its serpentine neck. Its tail swayed lazily and its wings beat only once now and then, yet its claws did not touch the ground. And why should they? They've no body to support, though they might have once before. The dragons eyes, which glared with a dull sense of anger, looked more solid than the rest of it, shimmering with a blue radience that might have been soothing had they not seemed like they accused you for its pains. The ghost opened its ethereal maw, baring teeth that looked as sharp as knives and as solid as clouds, and let loose a terrifying roar. Yet the roar seemed more like a wail of anguish and hate, a sound that cut deep into the heart even as it instilled paralyzing fear.
Personality: In life, Kaemsayrraldita had been a rather unique white dragon. She had been cunning, intelligent, charismatic, and, amazingly enough, caring. She had always enjoyed the tundra she had been lived in since birth, including the clan of artic dwarves that had (unwittingly) lived near her lair, a hallowed out glacier that was wedged in a solid flow of ice. As a wyrmling, she would always go out and watch the dwarves, taking delight in how they were all so close and friendly. As she grew older, she saw that the lives of the dwarves weren't always joyful, like when the dwarves had started to turn out less and less food. Unable to just watch the dwarves starve, she went out to the half-frozen sea miles away and caught as much fish as she could. So, when the dwarves went out to hunt, she quickly deposited the fish just close enough to be seen, and flew off. The dwarves ate heartily that night, and thanked their unknown savior with a great toast. This overjoyed the white, though she managed to keep unknown in fear that the dwarves might shun her. That was when she heard the voice of Bahamut. Carried upon the North Wind, the god's words were truely a blessing to Karmsayrraldita's ears, and she soon become something of a priestess of the Lord of the North Wind, and her timing couldn't have been better. A band of frost giants started to take notice of the dwarves and, in a fit of cruelty, attacked the tribe. Unable to restrain herself, Karmsayrraldita attacked the giants while they harried the dwarves. Astonished by the sudden attack, the frost giants were soon sent running. The dwarves were quite grateful, despite the fact that she was a white dragon, a scourge of the ice. Their trust grew, however, when she used her clerical powers to heal their wounded, and she soon became a friend of the tribe.
Yet her happiness was destroyed when, a century later, a man who smelled of death and decay came to her. He relayed to her a horrific proficy where, in the future, undead dragons will rule the world as they had so long ago. Appauled, she had tried to destroy him, but he bested her with disturbing ease. He did not kill her, he had seemed hesitant to fight her in the first place, and he never returned afterward. Yet the Followers of the Scaly Way heard about this rouge Sacred One, and they set out to have her slain. After several failed attempts, they tricked a powerful group of slayers to slay a "terrible scourge in the north". The dragon slayers killed Karmsayrraldita even when she pleaded that they heed her words that she was not evil. In that last instant before she was killed, she felt such horrible hatred and betrayal that her spirit could not rest, and she was reborn as a ghostly wyrm. Now, in undeath, she is quiet and subdued, rarely going anywhere beyond her haunt (her last lair in life), and is more bitter than caring nowadays. She doesn't help people willingly anymore, and when she does it is only because her shattered, fragmented mind demands it of her, a remnant of her caring heart lost in death. She does not attack innocents, though she has been known to act out against humans with sudden fits of rage.
Derek (CE humanoid)
Name: Derek
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Rouge 9/Fighter 11/Assassin 6/Divine Champion of Garyx 4/Divine Seeler of Garyx 5
Ability Scores: Str 26, Dex 24, Con 20, Int 9, Wis 21, Cha 6
Weapons: Short sword, dagger (poisoned), dagger, hand crossbow
Speacial Abilities:...
Appearance:...
[More characters to come. You know, when I feel like it...]
Oh, and here's a little something special! ^^
A Gaia representation of an epic Shadowdancer!
Yeah, I was just fiddling around with the Dream Avatar thing, but... ^^ Yeah.
Rakashinnoryjindros
Male great wyrm shadow dragon druid 33/wizard 18/shadow dancer 12/duelist 10
CN Large dragon (extraplanar)
Init +13; improved reaction; Senses blindsense 60 ft., darkvision 120 ft., low-light vision, keen senses; Listen +98, Spot +78
Languages Abyssal, Celestial, Common, Draconic, Drow Sign Language, Druidic, Elven, Infernal, Loross, Mulhorandi, Sylvan, Undercommon; speak with animals
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AC 45, touch 18, flat-footed 36; canny defense, deflect drrows, Dodge, elaborate parry, enhanced mobility, Improved Combat Casting, improved uncanny dodge, Mobility
(-1 size, +9 Dex, +27 natural)
hp 447 (110 HD); defensive roll; DR 20/magic
Immune negative levels, paralysis, sleep effects; timeless body, venom immunity
Resist improved evasion, grace, resist nature's lure, slippery mind, timeless body; SR 37
Fort +45, Ref +55, Will +65
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Speed 90 ft. (18 squares), fly 250 ft. (good); Hover, Run, shadow jump (320 ft.), trackless step, woodland stride
Melee bite +69 (2d6-2) and
2 claws +67/+62 (1d8-2) and
2 wings +67 (1d6-2) and
tail slap +67 (1d8-2)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 5 ft. (10 ft. with bite, 20 ft. with wing)
Base Atk +61; Grp +63
Atk Options acrobatic charge, Combat Reflexes, Fly-by Attack, precise strike +2d6, Spring Attack
Special Actions shadow breath weapon
Druid Spells Prepared (CL 33); (6/10/10/9/9/9/9/7/7/7/4/3/3)
Sorcerer Spells Known (CL 40); (6/9/9/9/9/8/8/8/8/7/2/2/2/)
Wizard Spells Prepared (CL 18 ); (4/7/7/6/6/6/6/4/4/3)
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I only have 2 1/2 characters with complete backgrounds and all that jazz. What are you thinking?!