<strong>Name:</strong>Draahzallyk (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=287132.msg14135191#msg14135191)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the appointed spot, atop a small boulder<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Those present<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>3<br/><strong>Free Action:</strong>--<br/><strong>Swift Action:</strong>--<br/><strong>Standard Action:</strong>--<br/><strong>Move Action:</strong>--<br/><strong>Feats or SA used:</strong>--<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None (PG rating).<br/><hr/><br/>Kobolds are generally unassuming, small creatures which cower in the presence of the lumbering orcs. Scouts. Tunnelers. Workers.<em>Vermin.</em><br/><br/>Draahzallyk is not such a kobold.<br/><br/>There is something about the small blackish-green reptile crouched atop the boulder (surely it is no accident that it raises his eye level to that of the orcs around him!) which is terrible and dark, a chill aura around him that is particularly noticeable to any who may consider him with hostility*.<br/><br/>His crouch, too, is not the cower one might expect of a kobold amidst the Horde's greater warriors, but has the wire-taut balance of a predator waiting to leap from ambush. There's a disturbing grace in his form, and combined with the elegant, curling horns which crown his head it lends some credence to the stories that link the tiny, sniveling creatures to the dragons so many of them worship.<br/><br/>Undoubtedly, the assurance with which he holds himself is worthy of a dragon; such confidence somehow gives him a much larger, more impressive presence than his meager stature might seem to warrant*.<br/><br/>The armor he wears surely helps: glittering black plates and strands of maille that wrap his lithe body, with his slender shoulders enunciated by spiked pauldrons made from skulls cased carefully in black iron...One of a kobold, and one of a gnome. The gnome's skull is wreathed in smouldering flame that casts dull red underlight across his horns and the lower left side of his face.<br/><br/>As for the upper half of his face, that's hidden behind yet another skull: this one sculpted in the likeness of some unknown, toothy creature and formed of some dark crystal tinged with a faint, greenish glow. The almost-light is the color of the faint corpse-fires sometimes seen on a moonless night above bog-rotten bodies. The mask is clearly an unholy thing, as unholy as the odd black blurriness that surrounds his hands now and again when he stretches his slim, clawed fingers, working them around the pommels of the large, forward-curved blades sheathed at his waist.<br/><br/>The kobold tilts his head in the birdlike way small lizards have, regarding Cynica with one pale topaz eye as she speaks. As the tall woman finishes, he slips down from the boulder's top as easily as a hunting cat, moving on all fours at some points and with a raptor's hunting stance at others, until he flows to a smooth stop standing politely just outside of her weapon's reach. He spreads slender, gauntleted hands, bowing with an easy grace to the tall woman but never lowering his gaze.<br/><br/>"I am Draahzallyk, and I obey the command of the warmaster and his wife."<br/><br/>Even his voice is smooth, dark like oil and rich like gold.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">*</div><div class="spoiler_body">He may be a kobold, but he has a CHA of 20 and an always-on <em>Aura of Cowardice</em> (Enemies within 10' take a -4 on saves against fear AND creatures immune to fear are NOT immune to fear within that radius.)</div></div>