---------- OOC<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Tilos Serpit<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Warlock<br/><strong>Abilities:</strong>Spells.<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Tiefling<br/>http://forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Tiefling (http://forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Tiefling)<br/><br/><strong>Spells</strong><br/>Conjuration (any kind of small objects that can be held in the hand.. and in most cases it’s never what he wants/needs)<br/>Firestrike<br/>Darkness<br/>Illusion<br/><br/>------------------ (End of OOC) -----------<br/><br/>The figure on the ground at the back of the cave grumbled, as he hears the roar of the dragon,  he slowly stood, his tail threatening to trip him up once more and he gives a growl,   then proceed to grab his head with his hands to make it stop pounding.   He staggers a bit and his hooved feet kicks an empty bottle on the ground beside his sleeping mat.<br/><br/>Right, he thought, next time I will drink three bottles before passing out instead of two.   He then takes a deep breath and tries to make sense of the racket.  Intruders?  “Great,  just great”  he mutters to himself.<br/><br/>He runs his hand through his jet black hair growing between his curved horns.  He licks his lips, exposing his two fanged canine teeth.  In most cases he could have passed for human, if not for the tail, fangs and cloven hooves,  at least from the waist up he would look human.   He sighed as he grab his long kilt and belted it around his waist, it was long enough to cover most of his legs and even hides his tail.  Still his reddish complexion would have marked him as Tiefling,<br/>The roar of the dragon still reverberated in his tortured skull,  and he wished he could find another bottle that apple brandy,  or for that matter anything alcohol would do about now.   He still can’t believe how his father had sold him to the dragon,  but there he was on the beck and call of the dragon.  He just wished he would stop talking so loudly.<br/><br/>He watched the dragon scowled at the crystal and give an order. "Let them in, maybe they will bring more treasure!"<br/><br/>Tilos, wince as the dragon gave the order and muttered under his breath,  “If they had treasures they wouldn't be here.”