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<blockquote data-quote="Dannyalcatraz" data-source="post: 2686263" data-attributes="member: 19675">I once proposed this as part of a PC I submitted to a contest...&quot;Give me what is mine...&quot;An old legend...&quot;A proud warrior race sends an exploration party into the unknown East- they do not return for years.&nbsp; A second group is sent forth - one returns alive telling of a great treasure guarded by a terrible dracolitch, and brings back an ancient coin the size of a hand to prove his claim.1 week later, the first wave of Undead strike the Race's homeland.&nbsp; The undead army is annihilated, but not without casualties.The next week, the second wave of Undead attack, but this time the Dracolitch is leading them, and among their number are their own fallen from the previous strike!Unable to bear the fury of the Dracolitch and the horror of their Undead kin, they break and scatter, the Dracolitch and his army following one of the groups...then another...in the same pattern, the army ever growing.&nbsp; Then reports of their fates die out.No one knows what became of the coin- either the Dracolitch found his coin, was destroyed, or returned to his (uneasy) slumbers because he wearied of the chase.The Race still long for their lost homeland.&nbsp; Because of this, they train the most ferocious undead hunters, each with the dream of being The One who destroys the Dracolitch.Years later, in a bazaar across the sea..&quot;Hey...doesn't that Golden Dish look like the Coin from that old story about the Race and the Dracolitch?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Dannyalcatraz, post: 2686263, member: 19675"] I once proposed this as part of a PC I submitted to a contest... [B]"Give me what is mine..."[/B] An old legend..."A proud warrior race sends an exploration party into the unknown East- they do not return for years. A second group is sent forth - one returns alive telling of a great treasure guarded by a terrible dracolitch, and brings back an ancient coin the size of a hand to prove his claim. 1 week later, the first wave of Undead strike the Race's homeland. The undead army is annihilated, but not without casualties. The next week, the second wave of Undead attack, but this time the Dracolitch is leading them, and among their number are their own fallen from the previous strike! Unable to bear the fury of the Dracolitch and the horror of their Undead kin, they break and scatter, the Dracolitch and his army following one of the groups...then another...in the same pattern, the army ever growing. Then reports of their fates die out. No one knows what became of the coin- either the Dracolitch found his coin, was destroyed, or returned to his (uneasy) slumbers because he wearied of the chase. The Race still long for their lost homeland. Because of this, they train the most ferocious undead hunters, each with the dream of being The One who destroys the Dracolitch. Years later, in a bazaar across the sea.. "Hey...doesn't that Golden Dish look like the Coin from that old story about the Race and the Dracolitch?" [/QUOTE]

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