The Dracolich

NEED. The first thing you feel, even before you register the life-giving heat surrounding you, is an overwhelming sense of need and hunger. Hunger for mana, and in large amounts; physical sustenance is for lesser beings. Hunger for power, domination, control, adoration. And hunger for sex, for pleasure, for the warmth of supple bodies surrounding yours, for wet mouths and dextrous fingers and slick cunts and firm cocks and sweat and primal animalistic rut.

Drawbacks: Arrogant (+15), Horny (+10), Ravenous (+10), Hoarder - Subjects (+10), Guardian (+15). Features: Adaptive Genitalia (-5), Pheromones (-10), Hive Mind (-60), Fertility 3 (-30). Diet: Mana (-10), Souls (-2).

As your egg hurtles through the upper atmosphere of Elderia, your mind coalesces, and forms its first conscious thoughts. You know, instinctively, that you are...

Size: Large (-20). Type: Purple Drake. Breath: Mana Breath 3 (-10), Energy Breath 3 (-15), Spirit Breath 3 (-15), Multiple Breaths (-5), Breath 2 (-10). Features: Wings 1, Crawling 2, Claws 1, Flight 2 (-10), Brain 2 (-15), Shimmer Dust (-10). Drawbacks: Whelp (+15), Belly Scales (+5), Arcane Glow (+5), Telegraphed Breath (+5), Leaking Breath (+5), Environmental Incompatibility - Desert, Volcano (+10)

You frown. Hardly the terrifying and imposing figure you imagined when you - when you what? You shake your head. There was a Before, you know this, but it's trivial next to the Now. Regardless, this simply won't do.

You search your mind and quickly find a spark there. You reach for it, feed it. The spark flickers, sputters - then ignites into a roaring inferno in your soul. You grasp it in your mind. You do not dampen the flame - you guide it; it is an extension of you as much as your limbs, wings, and tail, and every bit as instinctive to control. Maybe even more so.

You smirk. Now *this* is more like it. You experiment, shaping the flame until you find repeatable patterns. There are a few that resonate with something inside you, feeling intuitive and right. A picture of your capabilities starts to come together.

Features: Magic 3 (-60), Legendary Feature - Magic (-30). Spells: Balefire Torrent 3 (-15), Runic Bond 3 (-15), Phylactery 3 (-15), Animate Dead 3 (-15), Blink 3 (-15)

So you're a necromancer, then - lynchpin of an army of the living and the dead. You knew you'd be dependent on your subjects for the first few years of your existence anyway thanks to your... *temporarily diminished* stature, and now, you never have to let the frailty of mortal bodies or the march of time take them away from you. And, if that weren't enough, your plentiful offspring will be extensions of you, each potentially tailored with their own abilities to handle any tasks your primary body can't. Multiple fundamental forces of the universe dealt severe blows, and you haven't even hatched yet - seems like you're off to a good start!

Unfortunately, you realize that your mental and magical might has come at a cost. As you pull further at the flame, you feel it start to lick at you, scouring and changing you, burning away all that is unnecessary for you to feed it.

Drawback: Nightmare Visage (+20)

You feel pinpricks of pain running across your body as your spine stretches, a ridge tearing a bloody gash in the scales of your back, as your overwhelming arcane power starts to escape in sparking bursts. Flesh sloughs away from your claws, leaving long, bony fingers behind them - that, oddly enough, retain sensation. Your stomach contracts, and your already long and lean form now looks downright emaciated. And your lips pull back, revealing your entire warped maw of crooked teeth. Your veins glow through you, shining crimson and electric behind your dark purple scales You resemble, more than anything else, a glowing, sparking draconic skeleton wrapped in a loosebag of skin that hangs from you like an ill-fitting robe.

Well. *That* might complicate matters, especially when it comes to your newfound **** libido. You wonder, can you mitigate the problems this might bring with it?

Features: Pheromones (-10). Spells: Humanoid Form 1 (-5)

A thought tugs at the back of your mind - a possibility that might make your conquest of this world even more of an eventual inevitability than it already is. The *Bestow Immortality* spell takes more resources than you have right now... but by linking your life to a companion, you could negate that cost. Then, between the granted immortality and your phylactery, you'd be all but truly impossible to kill. But should you?