This character is going to replace my druid once ch. 1 starts, because of a recent discovery on Sollir's part.
Rorix Bladewing
Dragon of the Brood lvl 7 (ecl +1)
Hp: 84
AC: 14 (+3 nat, +1 def)
16 (18) str
10 dex
16 (18) con
10 int
10 wis
17 (19) cha
Feats:
snatch, power attack, cleave, weapon focus (brood sword)
(wf note: the bonus is maintaned in alternate forms)
Skills:
Diplomacy +14 (10 ranks)
Bluff +14 (10 ranks
Intimidate +12 (8 ranks)
Speak language (1 rank)
languages
common, draconic
Saves:
Ref: +3 (+2 base, +1 res.)
Will: +3 (+2 base, +1 res.)
Fort: +10 (+5 base, +1 res, +4 con)
circ: +2 to saves against paralysis and sleep effects
Brood sword: A ruby long sword with intricate runes carved into it.
+4 against disarming checks
HP: 34, 19/- hardness
To hit: +12( +5 base, +2 enhancement, +4 str, +1 wf)
damage 1d8 +8 (double weild)
Red Behemoth form
large (until further notice)
str 26
dex 10
con 28
Hp 119
Ac 21
to hit +15 (+5 base, +2 enhancement, -1 size, +1 wf, +8 str); damage 3d8+10
breath weapon: 30 ft. cone of fire Ref DC 22, 3d6+14; useable once every 1d4+1 rounds
Equipment:
ioun stone (+1 def. bonus to ac)(4k)
ioun stone (+2 enh. str)(8k)
ioun stone (+2 enh. con)(8k)
ioun stone (+2 enh. cha)(8k)
+1 cloak of resistance + wilding clasp (5k)
ring of sustenence (2.5k)
1 ever burning torch (.09k)
8 potions of cure light wounds
10 gold
description:
Red pupils, sleeked back black hair, white skin, 6'2", 25 years old,
200 lbs. I have loose, black clothes with red highlights at the torso, shins, and shoulders.
Background:
I hale from the great mountains to the far south. My home, the colony of Krosa, is in a lush valley deep within the mountain range. My people have lived there for millenia, leaving the outside world to its own ends. Most of the people of my city are direct decendants of true dragons, though the city is so old that most of the blood has been bred out of them. I was orphaned into the care of one of the families there. I was told that my family had died protecting me from one of the mountains gaurdians. I was raised as one of their children.
Most of the young men in my colony have done what I did, and accepted the rites of our leader so that we may begin our training. The training is long and arfuous, and takes several years, not that we must train to fight, but we must be taught the ways of the broodic warrior. I was no exception. Few are taught because the population isn't that great, and fewer children are birthed with each passing decade (because of the cities longevity, they choose to only have children occasionally). My eyes changed from brown to red once I completed the training.
After the test, I felt I was ready to depart from home, to search out a place for me in the world. I was warned of the safeguards protecting the passes from outsiders, and how to pass them. The guardians, which apear to be dragons, are just shells of them, with no spirit inside. They let dragons pass, and minor creatures, but attack any other with ferocity. It was difficult for me to make it through the passes, because back then I could only maintain my dragon form for small amounts of time. After leaving the mountain range, I decided that I wanted to search out other colonies, in hopes of finding others like those who raised me, to know that Krosa wasn't a one-in-a-million colony.