Drake Recursor

Continent: Ixtacotak

Species: Drake

Size: Enormous (-40)

Colour: Green

Breath Attack: Spirit Breath Tier 3 (-10)

Features: Muscles Tier 2 (-10), Scales Tier 1 (-10), Wings Tier 1 (0), Claws Tier 1 (0), Tail Tier 1 (-5), Senses Tier 3 (Smell)(-10), Senses Tier 2 (Hearing)(-5), Breath Tier 3 (-35), Regeneration Tier 1 (-10), Flight Tier 1 (0), Crawling Tier 2 (0), Swimming Tier 1 (-5), Magic Tier 3 (-60), Brain Tier 3 (-40), Tongue Tier 1 (-10)

Rare Features: Humanoid Hands (-10), Adaptive Genitalia (-5)

Diet: Mana (-10)

Drawbacks: Lazy (+20), Guardian (+15), Telegraphed Breath (+5), Deep Sleep (+5)

Spells: Humanoid Form Tier 3 (-15), Phylactery Tier 3 (-15), Alter Environment Tier 3 (-15)

Companions: Obranask (-9), Delathwyn (-4), Vanrir (-8), Nyxili (-9), Ren (-5)

Pacts: Rejected

Upon concluding the designs of my form-to-be, I was barraged by a world's worth of wishes, prayers, and aspirations. I am confident that my ethereal form was all that spared me falling to madness under such an overwhelming torrent of dissatisfied Elderians. As with my conception, the onslaught of spontaneously arriving thoughts organised themselves into a comprehensible stream. I answered five of the calls made to me that Dragonfall: to a fading victim, an adventurous deserter, a lonesome stranger, an apprehensive neophyte, and a preemptive retributor.

With my bestowed cosmic powers spent, I resigned myself to complete my plummet to the unrefined planet below. Instead of tumbling down in relative peace, I was confronted by yet another cavalcade of extended tidings. However, this batch was less forthcoming than the first, and somehow even more self-important. An ensemble of entities closer in nature and influence to myself, rather than those that awaited me below, was presenting me with accords in the interest of advancing their own respective agendas.

This instilled an inconceivable rage in me. Beings old and powerful enough to fashion themselves as gods thought to make a drudge of me? The unforgivable audacity of it all! The heinous state of the world they so brazenly meddled in - the very world I would imminently inherit - was ample testimony to their negligence, incompetence, or malice. Whichever it was, I was not about to invite any more of their influence to Elderia, and certainly not reward them with my power. I allowed their frivolous deals to drift on, unanswered. Their words would be left to the dead, indifferent void where they belonged.

This new world - this Elderia - would indeed be shaped by me, but not for the benefit of any with the power to uplift and nothing to show for it. No, the beneficiaries of my supreme endowments would be the feeble and **** inhabitants of this savage world. The Sixth Age would know true amelioration.