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Jeriel 12-02-03, 01:24 AM

I have a few ideas but i'd love some expansion on this one. I personally allways thought that Dragons have exceedingly diffrent minds then Humanoids, so I was trying to come up with ideas to try and give him a slightly more human outlook. I also wanted to know what others thought of this fluff: Ornkothar Was born on an unknown place on the prime. As a wyrmling, he joined his parents and brother on a raid against an incursion of demons. The demons were driven back, but the paladin that was watching over the one year old was a little to bold, and chased after the demons, through their escape portal to the abyss. The young dragon tried to grab hold of the paladin to pull him back, but he ended up being dragged through the closing portal as well. The paladin died quickly, the hordes of the Abyss are endless. In the in Ornkothar was left, alone, against a pack of fiends. He fully expected to die, and tried his best to fight the monsters, but the final blow never fell. He was captured by the demon pack's leaders: a pit fiend named Agglion and succubus named Twani. The two hit upon an idea, and using a potion consisting of water from the Styx, chaotic water, and demon blood, warped the young dragon's mind, erasing what he once knew and convincing him he was their child and demonic himself. Ornkothar spent the next 19 years of his life battling devils in the blood war and learning from his 'parents' and fell siblings. The potion left his mind in a haze, and he found it difficult to focus, to think past the moments battles or pleasures. Thought it all he could never seem to enjoy the twisted life the same way the demons around him did. He had no problem killing Devils, and though he had difficulties at first, eventually let go of his need for some form of order, finding respite in the simplistic "The strong rule, the weak submit or die" that was so prevalent around him. His name, Draconic for 'Silver Demon' was bestowed upon him by the devils he fought, who began to recognize the mar of silver upon the black and blood red demon horde. He spent much of his time in the huge city of Zelatar, in the form of a young tiefling, wandering the markets and streets, more comfortable in the huge cities bustle then the orgies of mindless violence and evil that occurred throughout most of the abyss. It was another raid that ended him on the prime, though it had not originally been planned that way. He, his 'family', who had become well-known over the years, led a force of Demons onto Avernus, top layer of the Nine Hells. A long campaign followed, the fighting both bloody and constant. Ornkothar was flying over the combat, battling Vrock's and cutting swaths though the masses of lemure's at the forefront of the devil armies. He had been battling for days, and wore a coat of blood and scars to prove it. One late evening, as the demons were consolidateing, he and nearly everyone else in the area was thrown off-balence by the presence of Tiamat, honoring her compact with the Hells and defending the entrance to the lower layers of the pit. Even through the twisting demon magic's, Ornkothar instinctually understood Tiamat's place and knew he was in horrible danger. The demons fell back, as the dragon goddess clearly outclassed all of them, however Ornkothar, flying in retreat, caught the gaze of the Chromatic goddess. For a moment he felt his mind being torn open, then read like a book. He heard laughter echoing in his head and then passed out. His next memory was hazy and faint. He was laying before Tiamat and someone garbed in crimson. The Crimson one's voice, definitely male, was laughing about something, and Tiamat snapped back at him. He caught the words 'Demon foolishness' and 'do as you please', and then the Male's presence vanished. Ornkothar felt Tiamat's gaze upon him, examining him and the magic that had been bound into him. He became acutely aware he was still coated in devil blood, he could feel the slick coat of dark red on him. Tiamat laughed in his head again and he began to lose conciseness once again, this time with one clear thought being pressed into his mind. The fact he was tainted red was one of the main reasons he was alive. Ornkothar woke up again, this time on something he had never seen, or could not remember seeing before. Peaceful, snow covered plains, stretching into frozen forests. Blue skies, lightly dotted with clouds that rode a gentle breeze. The serene landscape was completely abhorrent to the violence and pain he was so used to. For a moment he could almost hear the demons from his past screaming to destroy it all, to lay waste to everything around him and twist anything he found still standing. Then, it fell silent, washed away from his mind, the demonic haze lifted and he looked around him with a clarity he could never remember having before. He stood for a time, adsorbing all that was around him, and then began walking toward the rising sun, determined to see the new world that lay before him. He was so enwrapped in his desire to see this new world that he never heard the faint, female laughter in the back of his mind. CN Young silver. Thank you for your time.