A Frost Giant Demi-Dragon?

As this curled up figure was freed from the crystal, he stood at his full height, currently twelve feet at his current newly borne size, he was sure to grow with time, but what particularly interested this newly formed being was the odd snout in the center of his vision, as focused on it, finding a significant number of scales upon it, but they didn’t look sickly, no, they looked quite impressive, icy white scales morphing about as he scrunched his face around, before he plopped down upon the floor, finding a sudden tiredness overcoming him, as his head simply dropped onto pile of rubble, as he was snoring away the very next instant.

Then, during the hours he was asleep, a rumbling was heard throughout the dungeon, as he was shaken awake, leaving him utterly confused, as he saw a group of numbers simply appear in his sight.

The native mobs of the Dungeon being so high was a good thing, on the other hand, the intruders left the newly borne Dungeon Master to freak out, especially after the mob population was abruptly cut in half, leaving less than 40 alive from the intruders onslaught.

This brought a bit of panic from the new Demi-Dragon, before he stopped, taking a deep breath, and intuiting the next step for him.

And what did he feel the next step was? A name…

“What? Don’t I get a choice? Eh, I’ll go by Drako, I guess…” As he resolved himself to accepting his new name, Drako stood tall, as he cracked a strained neck, walking towards the door, but what distracted him from his next move was the sharp decline of Native Mobs, instantly dropping to 20, and before long, dropping into the single digits, as he heard a heavy stomping coming from the open doorway.

Luckily, along with the significant mobs deaths, the intruders were slowly whittled down to a strong 15, a group of grizzled adventurers, a difficult journey for the newly borne Dungeon Master.

But, Drako, newly formed as he was, wasn’t willing to back down from a challenge, as he simply stood at the brim of the Dungeons final room, waiting for the coming foes.

And wait he did, for nearly three hours straight, Drako stood there, stark still, reminiscent of a statue in his inert state, as an intense cool overcame the throne room, suddenly frosting over with his growing impatience, an expression of anger quite apparent through his frosted form.

But as he stood there, experiencing the absurd results of simply feeling a certain emotion, he considered further, before intensely concentrating on the temperature, lowering it crazily, bringing about a furious flurry of razor sharp fragments of ice blasting throughout the entire place, flowing frenziedly through the open doorway, emitting an otherworldly frigid aura. Then, the floor within the chamber began freezing over, encompassing an absurdly reflective glacial sheen, spreading from the room swiftly after.

And as he waited for the coming threat, fascinated endlessly by his new gifts, those very same threats were meeting the repercussions of his testing.

As the twenty or so members of the adventuring party came closer and closer to the end of this Dungeon, surprisingly bare of any loot, they were ready for whatever was waiting for them in the treasure room, but as they were approaching it, the blizzard of Drako’s design began blowing around the large party, as one of the mages cast a warming spell around them all, though they found that it was only slightly affective, as the burning flame brought about from magic began nearly freezing over, not simply being put out, almost freezing solid, streaks of flame and all.

This left the entire party to be utterly confused, all the while, during their approach, less than ten minutes into the blizzard had rendered them all disoriented, all save for two of the party members, a pair of Goliaths, also bewildered, despite being able to see, for even their absurd constitutions could hardly handle the temperatures.