Arjent, level 3 half dragon and level 7 cleric:<br/><br/>http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13862<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/onnimly.jpg)</div></div><br/>Ah yes, what a great time to be alive. My poor dearest mother, having taught me in the ways of the divine, has helped me far beyond her death in helping me amass wealth and power and harems throughout the centuries. Which is always a good time, going from place to place so no high powered paladins can track me down. It is never a good idea to stay in one place for too long because of this, as those perverted good doers are always willing to mess in my business.<br/><br/>And my business is good, flying south into new lands, having no idea where I am going, which is just perfect. Since if I don't even know where I am going, my long long LOOONNNGGGG list of people I've pissed off don't know either! Brilliant! Chuckling to myself in the brilliance of the plan, so after flying hundreds of miles I come across a farming village. Perfect!<br/><br/>Flying over the area to give the locals plenty of time to see me, circling around in my awesome splendor before making for a sharp dive into the central square. Pulling back at the last second and hitting dirt hand, shaking the ground and throwing up dust in a profound manner. Stretching back up to a full 8' tall splendor, standing there nude since I have no need for clothes, cock massive and fully engorged, dripping precum as I take a look at the locals to see what I am dealing with. Not saying anything just to add to the dramatic flair.