East TN Adventurers League
Black Dragonborn, Gold Dragon Ancestry Sorcerer
HP: 14 (1d10)
1. Greatsword: 5 Atk, 1d12+3 (5 when raging)
2. Javelins x4: 5 Atk, 1d6+3 (5 in melee when raging) (range 30/120)
3. Light Crossbow: 4 Atk, 1d8+2 (range 80/320)
Breath Weapon. You can use your action to exhale destructive energy.
Type: Fire (15ft cone)
When you use your breath weapon, each creature in the area o f the exhalation must make a . A creature takes 2d6 damage on a failed save, and half as much damage on a successful one. The damage increases to 3d6 at 6th level, 4d6 at 11th level, and 5d6 at 16th level.
After you use your breath weapon, roll a d6 at the beginning of each turn. On a 6, your breath weapon recharges. It also recharges after a short or long rest.
I was once a proud Gold Dragon who faithfully served my lord King Bahaumat. It was my pride however that was my downfall. I saw corruption and evil spread throughout the world beneath me as I flew over head but I did nothing to stop it. I was too greedful in my lust for treasure and power that I started becoming what my kin hate most, one of the Charirs (Reds). I was bribed to allow a band of raiders pillage a town that was by my lair. For my insolence and greed Bahumat stripped me of what I treasured most, my true form. He decreed that if I devote my now mortal life to protecting others and fighting against the forces of evil and upholding his ideals than one day I may be restored to my rightful form.
I woke up on the side of a smoldering volcano, I wondered around in a haze my memory all a blur until I came across a small tribe of warriors. They took me in and taught me how to use thier weapons, how to fight like them, how to be a mortal. Then one day a band of warriors attacked the village. After killing one of them I saw the emblem they bore, an isigina I never hoped to see. The 7 heads of Tiamat. I heard them shouting about how they were doing this in the name of Tiamat Queen of the Dragons and would once again rise to power. I heard Bahaumats words ringing in my head about fighting against evil. My vision blurred and my blood began to boil I felt like a dragon once again, I let out a mighty deafening roar that stunned those nearest me and let out a huge burst of flame consuming their weak mortal flesh. I charged at them with my mighty greatsword cutting them to pieces. Suddenly I felt a searing pain down my back. Then I heard a guttural roar and then a blast of searing pain across my face. As I thrashed around screaming in pain as half of my face boiled from acid. Above me stood a black dragonborn female with a sadistic smirk on her face as she licked the acid from her lips and sheathed a greatsword. As I drifted into unconsciousness from the pain I heard one of the men kneel before her and call her “Razmir”. I woke up several hours later, my back and face wrapped in healing cloth and herbs. I was in chains though and in a wagon. I asked where we were going and was told it was to the Cult of the Dragon’s base to serve as slaves. It is there that I remained a prisoner until one night I was cleaning the stables and heard a commotion…