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A dwarf steps into a tavern, his eyes glow with the power of ancient magic. The red cloak around him seems strange, curled around his front but connecting to his back. As he sits down, a drunk guard challenges him to a dual, hurling insults at the quiet new patron. The guard draws his sword and the man stands, unfurling his cloak into a pair of great red dragon wings. His hands burn with fire and his breath exhales embers. The guard stares slack jawed in awe before slinking away in defeat. The dracolyte curls his wings around him and sits once more.<br> | A dwarf steps into a tavern, his eyes glow with the power of ancient magic. The red cloak around him seems strange, curled around his front but connecting to his back. As he sits down, a drunk guard challenges him to a dual, hurling insults at the quiet new patron. The guard draws his sword and the man stands, unfurling his cloak into a pair of great red dragon wings. His hands burn with fire and his breath exhales embers. The guard stares slack jawed in awe before slinking away in defeat. The dracolyte curls his wings around him and sits once more.<br> | ||
In the midst of a castle siege, a platoon of strange black scaled human approach a wall, and in unison vomit acid onto the stone, melting it away. The soldiers inside spew forth, but can only stare in awe as a black scaled woman transforms into a dragon, melting them with an powerful exhalation of acid.<br> | In the midst of a castle siege, a platoon of strange black scaled human approach a wall, and in unison vomit acid onto the stone, melting it away. The soldiers inside spew forth, but can only stare in awe as a black scaled woman transforms into a dragon, melting them with an powerful exhalation of acid.<br> | ||
Bandits surround an minotaur nomad in the desert. His fingers crackle with lightning as he drives a sword through the first cutthroat. A second bandit falls to a bolt of lightning shot from his hand and the elf throws his cloak off and takes flight on a pair of sapphire wings. | Bandits surround an minotaur nomad in the desert. His fingers crackle with lightning as he drives a sword through the first cutthroat. A second bandit falls to a bolt of lightning shot from his hand and the elf throws his cloak off and takes flight on a pair of sapphire wings.<br> | ||
The first dracolytes were made by combining the souls of dead dragons with that of a living humanoid in an attempt to make a new breed of half dragon. Instead, the dragon souls were absorbed, giving the humanoids the gift of draconic power.<br> | |||
These strange new people were coined the dracolytes and served to empower dragon kind through the ages. This same ritual has been refined over the course of millennia, creating more Dracolytes and granting them better attunement to their dragon spirit.<br> | |||
Most dracolytes seek the power individually, sometimes through a respect for the dragons themselves, or perhaps a religious worship to a specific draconic god. Finding a group of dracolytes or a dragon to perform the ritual often requires a deal to be brokered as the sacrificing of a draconic soul is no small matter to those who revere the ancient beasts.<br> | |||
A dragon might be willing to perform the ritual only if you dedicate your life to serving it. Perhaps a dracolyte cult requires you to swear an oath to their cause in order for the power to be granted to you. Or maybe some dark force has kidnapped you and forced the transformation against your will. No matter the case, once the ritual has infused the dragon's soul into yours, you become more dragon than man. | |||
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