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His subordinates are fearful of getting him upset but generally he's patient with those loyal to him. Kashak is extremely loyal to the royal family, often revealing his true identity when they reach of age. He cares for the prince as if he was one of his own.
At a young age, Kashak, similar to Aurithax, had a strong sense of justice. The bronze dragon possesses extreme loyalty to those he deems worthy and even at a young age also possessed high intelligence and cunning.
Kashak was found near death when he was injured in a battle with a chromatic dragon by Ixal's grandfather, the 2nd king of Cormyr. The king saved the dragon and the two formed an extremely close friendship. So much so, the bronze dragon swore fealty to the king and his descendants and since then, acted a close confidant and friend to each generation.
Kashak acts in the shadows of Cormyr, doing things the king and his descendants will not do if he believes it necessary. He acts as an executioner to traitors of Cormyr, gathers information in the black market, and provides funding to those willing to cause unrest in Cormanthor. Despite his dark dealings, he will not needlessly hurt the innocent. The criminals in and around Cormyr are well aware to not catch the attention of the bronze dragon. Those who catch his eye will usually be found as ash the next day.
Kashak has agents all over Cormyr, the border towns and in Cormanthor. He often communicates with the local feline population to gather intel. The bronze dragon is always on the look out for adventurers to either recruit or send on quests to deal with evil doers. Most of his agents are kobolds, humans, and aarakocra.
Currently Kashak is over 600 years old and stands about 32'. Being a massive dragon, he has no issue using his appearance and size to intimidate others into doing what he commands. He also has no problem using others as an example, reducing them to ash with his electricity. Often a bad sign if his body and whiskers begin to spark with, showing the dragon is getting annoyed and in a bad mood.
Short Story-
"And here I thought the young, cowardly prince would be gracing us with his presence." The red dragon seemed displeased at the visitors in front of him. What laid before him were mainly bronze and gold kobold soldiers and aarakocra warriors. Aside from those, stood two individuals of note, a bronze half dragonborn half kobold lord and his young human attendant. These two were nothing new as they always attended with the prince to these political gatherings.
"I apologize Lord Xazorath," the bronze dragonborn responded offering a respectful bow, "The young prince will be occupied for quite some time and as such I will take over in his stead for the foreseeable future."
"Hmph." Xazorath released flames through his nostril. "And no farewell from him then? I'll be sure to remember that."
The dragonborn lightly tapped his cane on the floor as he let out a small cough. "You missive is in regards of the mines correct?" Xazorath did not respond. "Your agents tell me that you're not exactly happy with our plans to prospect the sources there."
"These grounds exceed Aurithax's territory," the red dragon responded.
The dragonborn tilted his head playfully, feigning confusion. "I do not understand my lord. These grounds lie west of Cormyr. I do not see-"
"Do not play games Kashak. What secrets do you actually hope to find in the Dragonfall?"
"Oh?" Kashak kept his playful demeanor while tilting his head towards the other direction. "The mines do expand into the Dragonfall, yes, but there is no other reason than resources."
Xazorath grunted. "As I see it, the grounds belong solely to chromatic dragons. You would tarnish the grounds of the death of countless of my kin? What reason would Cormyr seek to expand further west then to tip the balance of power hm?"
"Why we would never, my lord?" Kashak adjusted himself upright once more. He turned to the side keeping his gaze the red dragon lord. "Though, are you not yourself searching for the fabled city of Nofelnox?"
Xazorath's eyes narrowed as he lowered his head to meet the gaze the bronze dragonborn. "Now this is curious. Where would you have heard of that?"
Kashak gave a smirk with a shrug. He closed his eyes placing a claw under his chin deep in thought. "The fabled homeland of the fabled two-tailed tabaxi, or should I say formerly fabled two-tailed tabaxi. Our mutual two-tailed humble merchant never made this information known if that's what you believe." Kashak again shrugged. "But given the fairy tales, I just made an educated guess. It certainly wasn't a little bird that told me, or two, or a dozen."
The dragonborn and the dragon both knew Kashak's agents infested Cormanthor. Something Xazorath would have to personally deal with later. The dragon grinned and let out a loud laugh. The kobolds and aarakocra looked visibly afraid but Kashak remained unfazed. "Regardless..." Xazorath responded, "I would HIGHLY recommend avoiding the blight of the Dragonfall. I wouldn't want to see any... unfortunate accidents occurring to your men."
"Ha ha. Well don't worry about them. We will respect the grounds of the diseased dragons and try not to encroach to far west. We only have interest in the mines after all."
Xazorath squinted. "Quite."
The dragonborn and his lackeys made their exit. "Retorath, enter," Xazorath commanded.
A large red half-dragon entered the chambers and kneeled in front of him. "Yes my lord?"
"Find me candidates from the high houses to get ready for a task immediately. I need them to retrieve a 'lost' prince." Xazorath chuckled menacingly.
"Havoc shouldn't be too far," Richter muttered to himself. He was still relatively near the tower and his master had requested if he could retrieve his brother. The last three years, the wolfkind spent most of day working out to a ludicrous degree. Along with Havoc's strength growing, his size and bulk had grown as well showing no signs of stopping. According to him, dire wolf wolfkinds were somewhat akin to Ixal and the phoenix aarakocra as being "late bloomers" with Havoc remembering his father being as tall as the lizardfolk. Richter shuddered at the thought. Havoc was already monstrously strong when he was still a foot shorter than Seeker and now he stood at the same height as him. He couldn't even imagine how strong Havoc would be in just a few years. After a minute in thought, the lizardfolk arrived at a clearing with leveled trees and amongst the wreckage he spotted his brother lying among hard rubble with one of his arms propping his head up, his back facing Richter.
"Hey bro! Wake up! Master's calling ya," Richter called out. Havoc's right ear twitched at the call out but other than that didn't budge. "Why are you even lying on a bunch rocks? That can't be comfortable." Still no response from his brother. Richter pouted. "I know you can hear me." He walked over to his brother grabbing his tail. Digging his feet to the ground, Richter tugged with all his might in attempt to lift Havoc. Aside from his tail being tugged, Havoc himself was unmoved. His older brother was unable to lift him. "Come... on.. Havoc!" Richter grunted continuing to pull at full force. At that moment, Havoc's tail moved with Richter still holding on to it and the wolf flicked it sending the lizardfolk lying. Landing quite a distance away, Richter fell on his bottom with a thud. "Owww..." he groaned.
"Why are you pestering me while I'm napping?" Havoc's eyes remained closed as he finally answered his brother.
Richter grumbled. "You little..." He walked over to the wolfkind once again, kneeling down. "Get up!" This time he tried picking him up entirely. Despite Havoc being only slightly over half Richter's height, it felt like trying to lift a boulder. He strained and and strained but after several attempts he gave up. He fell to the ground panting.
Havoc chuckled. He turned his head slightly, opening his right and looking at his brother. "I would've figured after our tug-of-war that you would've realized how fruitless that was. All five of you combined couldn't make me budge."
Richter knew Havoc was taunting him. He sighed and smirked. "And here I thought you'd be interested in taking out another baddie. Spill some blood. It's been a while hasn't it?"
"Hmph." Finally Havoc set up letting out a loud yawn while stretching his arms. The sound caused the local animals to scatter out of fear. "How mundane. More worthless whelps to waste my time." In essence, his master treated the wolfkind as an assassin of sorts. While he was forbidden from senseless violence and killing, on occasion, he was permitted to take out notorious loose criminals. While once a fun endeavor, Havoc now found disappointing, often holding back to prolong the fun only to realize they had already died before he can even enjoy himself. He often found he had underestimated how brittle normal bones were. "Why are you really here? It's been years since bandits or these criminal runts have come around these parts. Too afraid of the big bad wolf."
Richter stood up. "Ixal's about to head off on his first assignment." He placed his hands on his hips. "It's tradition to see off our bro's on their first mission."
"Ah." Havoc stood up turning to face his brother. He looked around. "Well I'm pretty much done here anyway."
"Maybe you shouldn't level our forest anymore. You flattened this part of the forest. Well..." he pointed behind his brother towards the lone remaining boulder "nearly anyway." Havoc turned slightly to where Richter gestured. Without a word, he sank his claws into the hard earth and began digging rapidly. The action caused the earth to rumble tremendously. So much so it caused Richter to lose his balance and fall once more. Havoc had dug underground as the earth continued to tremble. In just a moment, the boulder in question rose up as Havoc effortlessly lifted it up.
"Heh." Havoc grinned. He tossed the boulder away at extreme velocity. In the distance, a loud crash was heard. "There."
Richter groaned. "You're a menace."
"I try," Havoc laughed. "Here let me help you up as an apology."
Richter rolled his eyes, extending his arm out. Havoc paid no attention and walked past the lizardfolk. "Wait what are you-" With his left arm, the wolf grabbed the end of his brother's tail. "WAIT! DON'T YOU DARE-"
Havoc began to twirl his brother in the air with his left arm at an extreme speed. "This should go without saying but make sure you use feather fall. I'd feel guilty if I accidentally committed fratricide." Havoc released his brother who was sent flying at a ludicrous speed towards the tower.
"YOU DIIIICK!" Richter yelled as he was launched.
Havoc let out a small chuckle of amusement. He walked towards the tower with heavy footsteps.
(Short story to just show case a bit of Havoc's personality and how strong he is in comparison to his brother(s). He's just on a whole different plane compared to them. But his master lately has had him on a tight 'leash' last few years given.)
Another quiet night in the woods. Hax continued setting up the campsite while his boss was away.
"There," The kobold wiped his brow, "All finished." The camp was done being prepped up neatly as Hax took a seat on a small log. He and Timer had left Waterdeep not too long ago having to set up camp as night approached.
Klunk!
Hax's ears perked up. He took a look around. He thought it heard it come from one of Timer's bags. One of them had fallen off a set up table.
"That's weird." He mumbled. Hax got up, reaching towards the bag but the bag began to rumble. "AH!" He yelped jumping back. A book tumbled out of the bag and began shaking rapidly. Hax cowered behind the log he was just sitting on. A bright light enveloped the area as the book opened up. Hax closed his eyes. He had no idea what was going on. Did one of his boss's magical items suddenly activate? Was the even possible he pondered. After a few seconds he opened his eyes, cautiously peeking above the log to see what had just happened.
There sat a black and white cat adjusting its glasses looking a bit confused. The feline turned towards Hax with a smile. "Oh hey there. What's up?"
The kobold looked bewildered but spoke up in response, "Uhhh. A talking cat? Did you- were you in that book?!"
"A cat huh? I suppose that's not too surprising of a response," the feline responded casually. "The name's Merlin, er, well I suppose you can just call me Caster." He adjusted his glasses. "My apologies. I was trying to speak to Lumbral - er, right sorry. I suppose you would know him as Timer." Caster examined the spooked kobold top to bottom. "Would I be correct to assume you are one of his associates?"
Hax was still on guard but relaxed slightly, seeing that the cat was about his size. "Uh yeah. I guess, technically."
"Oh right. In regards to what you said earlier. Despite my appearance, I am tabaxi just like young Timer. And no," He laughed, "I was not residing in this book. I summoned myself, though, you could say."
Hax tilted his head. "Summoned?" He finally saw the tabaxi's two tails. "Wait. Are you like...?" He gestured towards Caster's tails.
"I am a close friend of Timer's. He usually contacts me if he needs assistance in regards to magical artifacts and the like. I do love helping my younger peers. He had tried to contact me earlier, though, I was preoccupied at the time and didn't notice until just recently."
Hax climbed over the log finally. "Oh sorry, he's um... somewhere. I was just setting up camp until he got back." The kobold was still inspecting the tabaxi in front of him now. The curiosity was apparent.
Caster remained smiling as he slightly tilted his head. "I'm supposing you don't know much about our kind do you?"
Hax flushed red. "Oh sorry! I-I didn't mean to offend." He rubbed the back of his head embarrassingly.
"No offense taken! Lumbral always did have a habit of being secretive. Perhaps I can educate you details about our kind?"
Hax was caught off guard by that question. He knew so little about his boss. He couldn't deny that he was curious but was always to afraid to ask. He stood quiet for a few moments, finally nodding his head silently.
"Very good! Take a seat." Caster adjusted his glasses. "Let's start with the obvious. Whether or not you have heard the stories of our kind, we are tabaxis, albeit, a different kind. If I were to give an example, consider yourself versus a red-scaled kobold. You are both still kobolds in that family tree but different branches. That being said, the single-tailed tabaxi vastly outnumber the two-tailed. For centuries, our kind have remained in isolation until, well, the last few years. With me so far?" Hax nodded. "Good, good. The clan I hail from is unique among the rest. The Familiar Clan. It is just as it sounds." Hax rose his hand. "Ah yes. Question?"
"Do you know if Mr. Timer is um..." He looked to his side slightly nervous, "A... you know." Caster tilted his head. "Full moon and stuff..."
"We all are," Caster responded casually. Hax gasped as Caster laughed. "We are all natural born lycanthropes. I suppose it would be better to clarify on that on the assumption you know little on that subject. There are generally two well known types. Afflicted and natural-born. Lycanthropy is a curse that can be spread through others by physical wounds imparted by one who possess it in their blood. Though, it can be cured by magic if done soon enough. Those who are infected and survive are know as afflicted werewolves, werecats, werebears, etc. Generally they lack the ability to control it but they themselves, generally, are not able to afflict others. They can, however, bear children who will carry the curse in them. These are known as natural-born lycanthropes and possess a greater innate ability to control their curse. These werebeasts can pass their curse among others through infection generally through biting. The ancestors of the two-tailed tabaxis at some point were infected. Our numbers were few to begin with to the point where the descendants were all lycanthropes. Hence, why history decided to deem us as 'monster cats'." "Fret not though, we are all trained at birth to control our lycanthropy. Aside from full-moon nights, we can transform whenever we'd like. Although my clan generally does not do so."
"Oh. I see!" Hax was deeply intrigued. "So Mr. Timer is-"
"He's among the more unique lycanthropes. Among them exists a rare breed of dire lycanthropy. Dire referring to an ancient sub-species of the werebeast. Much larger and much, much stronger than their brethren, generally possessing a much stronger bloodlust they must control. Not common knowledge, but the blood-red sclera are a dead giveaway. Though those descended from such beasts may not inherit that dire trait and be a regular variety. However, they will still be much larger than those not descended from them. In Timer's case, he's unique even among the dire kind as his transformation is much larger than what has been recorded before among our kind. He had never had an issue controlling it though. Then again, he was always a natural genius among our kind. So I suppose that's not too surprising."
"My, my. Merlin, chatty as usual," a voice came out in the distance among the trees. Timer walked slowly towards the two.
"Lumbral!" Caster floated upwards and circling Timer. "You should do better educating your associates. I see no reason to keep such common details about yourself secret. How are you expected to make friends with such an attitude?"
"Hmph." Timer continued walking.
"Mr. Timer! I-I'm sorry. I didn't... I wouldn't.." Hax stammered.
Timer lifted the kobold by the threat, pressing Hax's face to himself. "Such curiosity often ends with spilled blood. But I like you and it'd be such a shame..." Timer barely touching the kobold's forehead with his index claw of his free hand "if I had to crush your fragile skull." He released Hax who had gone pale white falling to the ground. "The fault is not your own in this case and I trust you can keep your mouth shut." He turned glaring at Caster who was laying back floating next to him.
Caster sighed shrugging. "I see you're still the same as ever." He was unfazed by his friend's demeanor. He floated down towards Hax casting Calm Emotions to the poor kobold. Hax took a breathe recovering from the shock. "Anyway, you had a request from me Lumbral? What information are you seeking today? I got 20 minutes left before I must de summon myself."
Timer sighed, "I need some info among some unique individuals."
Revered as a were king
Many centuries ago, an ambitious young dragon ruled as a tyrant. Being the offspring of two extremely powerful dragons , he possessed unimaginable power for a dragon his age. A power that, after many centuries, would dwarf his sire's. Lacking his father's compassion for the more vulnerable races, the gold dragon looked down upon the non-dragons. A staunch devotee of the great Bahamut, he found it his duty to enforce his will among the mortal races for surely he would know better than lesser beings. So much so, he would conquer villages and demand their bodies and souls devoted wholly to him. He would guide them to better lives; all for their freedom of thought. It was his duty as a dragon to shepherd these beings after all. And yet, "heroes' would stand up to the dragon. Despite his age, any who stood up to him would soon turn to ash and the towns they resided in would share their fate to be engulfed in the dragon's divine blue flames.
It was only a matter of time until the platinum dragon took notice. The gold dragon protested, making claims that it was all for the better good. The platinum dragon would not hear of it. Engulfing the gold dragon in bright light, the dragon god forcefully transformed the tyrant into an aarakocra. "Discover the truth just as your father did" is all the platinum dragon stated before he vanished in his light.
The gold dragon was left bewildered. Unable to change back to his original form. Left with no choice, he flew. He flew and flew, enraged at his unjust punishment. His king failed to recognize what he had done for the greater good. Unfortunately, in his rage, he failed to account for his mortal visage. Fatigue had hit hard and quickly. He fell. After a few seconds he crashed, injured body and soul.
When the dragon came to, he found himself bandaged upon a pile of leaves. Looking around, he found himself among a nomadic aarakocra. One in particular towered the rest of his kind. The large one took notice and extended his arm with a smile. The dragon growled, at least as well as he could as an aarakocra could. The smaller aarakocra surrounded him, pointing spears at his throat. The large one motioned the others to put their weapons down. "Let him be," he stated, his smile unwavered, "I apologize my friend." He knelt down and grabbed the dragon's arm, lifting him up. The dragon stood surprised but quickly composed himself, reforming his scowl. "Join us!" as the large one handed him mead.
Over time, the dragon grew close to the tribe, though he would never admit it. He kept his signature scowl but would become fond of these aarakocra. The large one in particular who was the leader of said tribe. In time, they would see each other as brothers. Though the dragon's temper and pride would remain, he gained an understanding of the mortal races. Where he thought his father as foolish once, he now understood where his father's love for them came from.
After a few years, one fateful day, a young red dragon began to encroach the lands these aarakocra had decided to make home. The red beast had set their homes ablaze with crimson flame. The gold dragon grew enraged. But not as before. It was his love of his new family that fueled his fury. It was then he felt his mortal form begin to dissolve. With a terrifying transformation, he leapt at the red dragon. A terrifying battle between dragons. Crimson and azure flame exchanged, claws and fangs clashed. In the end, the red dragon retreated. Though injured, the gold dragon came out with only a few scratches. He flew down to the large aarakocra who had remained watching from a cliff. The dragon landed with a heavy thud, carrying the same smug, confident expression he always had before being transformed. He walked up to the aarakocra, pressing the side of his face upon the beak of the avian.
The dragon let out an ominous chuckle. "Surprised?" He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly as he pressed his face to the aarakocra. " Surprised your brother is the tyrant you and the other lesser races had greatly feared?" The dragons expression remained unchanged but his voice was low. He paused. He knew what the aarakocra would say. "Worry not… I think it was time for me to take my l-". The aarakocra gently grabbed the dragon's head and closed his eyes as he pressed his beak in slightly.
"Thank you, my friend."
The dragon's eyes slightly widened before returning back. "You're clan is really full of idiots aren't they?" He chuckled. "How the Phoenix clan managed to survive, no less lead, this long will never cease to amaze me." He closed his eyes. The dragon rubbed along his avian friend's head. "I am glad you are safe Ivanios."
"And I to you, Adamyl. Aurithax." "I won't hold it against you if you decide to leave but you are always welcome to stay with us."
The dragon opened his eyes. "Are you sure that's a wise choice." He chuckled. "Though I suppose you are getting on with your years. It'd be a shame to see your son and his heirs die out if they share the stupidity you have." Ivanios let out a a loud laugh. "I suppose it would be my duty as a great dragon to watch over your kind. If your heirs are anything like you, I suppose it won't be so bad."
Ivanios embraced the dragon. "I'm eternally grateful, my friend."
Aurithax responded with a gentle growl. "I should be the one thanking you."
Aurithax, a proud but short-tempered dragon. He possesses an intense hatred towards injustice so much so that criminal activity in Cormyr is extremely low due to fear of the dragon's wrath. The many felines that populate the country act as his eyes and ears so very little escape him. Though many in Cormyr are intimidated by Aurithax, they have an extreme reverence and respect for their guardian. He will from time to time fly in the country and the borders keeping a diligent watch over any possible threats.
In private, he's much more sociable though no less short-tempered. Most of who engage with him personally tend to be the royal family, higher aristocrats, and his original kobolds and their descendants. Aurithax's protection of the royal family was given in the form of his crest shown on his shoulder that each descendant is born with henceforth afterwards starting with Ixal's great-grandfather. As such, he has had a close and personal relationship with each of the previous kings, acting as a mentor/parent figure.
Despite his short-temper, Aurithax has a huge soft spot for felines or feline-like creatures. As such, he's generally much more affable and soft-spoken around cats or tabaxi (which much to his dismay, are extremely rare in Cormyr).
Hunter is one of the more recent generation of two-tailed tabaxis to leave the homeland. Hearing the stories of those who had left and being one of many who have been inspired to finally return to the outside world, Hunter decided to embark on his own adventure when he came of age. He hails from the Lion Clan, one of the nine high houses of his homeland. As his red sclera indicate, Hunter has dire were-cat blood running through his veins, sharing the trait of having strength and senses beyond normal lycanthropes. The tabaxi's true name is Noel which he allows those he considers friends to call him that. Hunter left home about 2-3 years ago eventually arriving to the port towns west of the Lake of Dragons. Though hoping to visit Cormyr and Cormanthor, due to his foreign status, he's had trouble being given permission to visit since no one can verify his identity. While in the process of waiting for that time to come, he's come to reside in the port towns near the Lake of Dragons and acting as a vigilante of sorts helping those in need and personally taking on criminals. This has in turn caused conflict between himself and local law enforcement. More recently, he's come in contact with an insider kobold hailing from Cormanthor who's given him bounty jobs as a third party with a client he has not met with the promise that he will receive immigration status to Cormanthor. The client has given him jobs mainly in regards to hunting certain individuals of interest, finding lost items, etc. Hunter has taken these jobs to meet ends meet, as long as they don't conflict with his sense of justice. Hunter dislikes uptight authoritative figures and criminals but enjoys those with good sense of humor and those with a sense of justice.
The late ruler King Itchlari Raekarr Krouccark III and his wife Queen Aial. Ixal's parents who were very much love birds.
Itchlari became king roughly a little over 300 years ago when his father had passed away after his long reign. He looks drastically different from his father which is common for the Phoenix Clan. Like his ancestors before him, Itchlari had gone on a pilgrimage when he was around 50 and had adventured around the world. He had a reputation of being flirty and charismatic being well liked by his companions and subjects. He was a talented ranger and a warrior like his father though he preferred to make friends rather than enemies. He had two wives previously, both who had passed away due to age. He had loved them dearly and had statues erected for the previous queens around Cormyr. Rumor had it that his feathers and blood could cure most diseases and injuries. Unfortunately, the beloved king had contracted an unknown disease and passed away despite still being in his "youth."
Aial was the former captain of the royal guard of Cormyr. She has a strong demeanor with sass. Itchlari had fallen for her almost immediately when she came into his service and took about 2 years to win her affection. The two eventually got very close and had Ixal after some time. Due to Itchlari's untimely passing, she became the de facto ruler of Cormyr. Despite that, she has remained relatively down to earth. Like the late king, she is popular among her subjects due to this and further helped due to helping defend Cormyr from criminals and similar threats in person despite her status.
Both Itchlari and Aial had immense love for Ixal. Despite being the king, Itchlari would spend his free time with his wife and son, several times of the year going to one of their many homes among Cormyr to vacation alone. Much of the secrets of the Phoenix Clan is only known among these three along with Aurithax and Kashak.
A young silver wyrmling that was found as an egg in the lair of the evil frostmaiden. He hatched while under the care of Seeker and Calcryx shortly after they had made a home near the tower. A fast growing dragon who sits head and shoulders above the two-tailed tabaxi currently.
Durandel is extremely attached to Seeker and Calcryx, looking up to them in many ways. Of the two wyrmlings, he is more orderly and stoic, trying to stay out of trouble. Though the only times he breaks this demeanor is when persuaded by Calcryx to join him in some mischief or having a chance to tease Seeker around his brothers or master by using similar language to the tabaxi.
Despite his attempt at stoicism, he gets very affectionate with Seeker, often nuzzling him or carrying him to places if he sees the tabaxi heading off somewhere. Durandel gets extremely aggressive if he sees anyone picking on Seeker or any strangers approaching him, often growling loudly towards them. It takes a while for him to trust any new faces with the only ones who he immediately grew fond of, aside from Seeker and Calcryx, being Havoc, Boziik, Aether and Master Erendriel.
Along with Calcryx, Durandel has spoken to the master alone. Erendriel has requested if the wyrmling could help keep his youngest apprentice out of trouble which Durandel has happily agreed to. Anytime Seeker is about to pick a fight with someone or touch something he shouldn't, Durandel will sit on him, refusing to move until Seeker calms down then carrying him away happily.
Like other silver dragons, Durandel holds gifts from Seeker and the apprentices as his greatest treasures. The spectacles were once taken from Seeker as a prank but Seeker let him keep it telling him it was a gift from him and that it looks better on the dragon anyway which made Durandel elated (the spectacles use fake lenses as Seeker only used it to make himself look more mature). Durandel also carries a compass around his neck which was another gift from Seeker.
Whenever Seeker is out on assignment, Durandel will often feel grumpy and melancholic. He will often ask Calcryx to pass messages off to Seeker to check in on him.
A transition of Havoc changing into his dire-were state. Due in part to the gargantuan change in size and mass, whenever he transforms, he causes a small earthquake. His body is surrounded by a dark red aura that transitions into a golden one that persists after he fully transforms. Havoc takes immense joy in the fear and despair he inflicts on others when he changes.
In his transformed state, his voice deepens with an echo and a commanding tone. His roars can cause old buildings to collapse and a swipe of his arm can kill a normal person instantly. Despite his bulk, his speed and reflexes increase and his senses become unmatched. It's due to this and the sightings of Havoc's wereform that the commonfolk had begun to refer to him as the king of the werewolves. A title the wolfkind very much enjoys and embraces.
Dire lycanthropes are extremely rare and are much larger than their regular counterparts when they transform. They possess ancient blood from their savage ancestors and have a stronger desire to kill and destroy. Bearing a natural born dire lycanthrope has a very low chance of occurrence even if both parents are both of the dire variety. The easiest way to tell is the color of the sclera of the lycanthrope as it will be a blood red color in their natural state.
Havoc is unique in that he transforms much larger than any known dire lycanthrope has grown. As a child at age eight, his were-state outgrew his father's and was revered by his pact as an unstoppable monster-to-be. Havoc's father was a terrible and evil beast, yet he even grew to fear his son. Had Erendriel not intervened at that time, Havoc could've potentially been a massive threat.
From ages 10 to 20, he continued to hunt and train but at a relaxed pace. Only after the encounter with a blue dragon did his desire for power come back to him. Last three years, his strength has grown exponentially at a pace that has even astonished his master. Havoc is monstrously strong and learns things ridiculously quickly. He spends at least eight hours daily training, running carrying boulders, hunting large beasts, scaling cliffs, etc. Typically he does it alone since he can easily kill someone.
Havoc is generally forbidden from several actions due to his enormous power. This includes drinking and going to well populated cities alone. He is also not allowed into Dragonfall due to the possibility of it further augmenting his abilities or afflicting him in a way that may make him dangerous to others. His master tends to send him to assignments in dealing with dangerous beasts or criminals. Havoc also tends to search out those with bounties usually bringing them back dead due to accidentally killing them, finding bones more "brittle" than he remembered.
As of now, Havoc just looks to further grow in strength. Hearing how eating a dragon affected some of his brother's friends, he's curious himself in eating one or forming a pact, particularly a red or blue one.
Kashak takes the appearance of a draconic looking kobold serving the noble family directly. Every couple of decades, he changes his type of species. He stands head and shoulders taller than most kobolds. Aside from Ixal, the royal family and nobility are aware of his true identity along with a few outside of that. His true form is seldom used except when he's at his lair or out at sea. He also tends to use his draconic form to scare new acquaintances Ixal makes. He stays extremely protective of Ixal's lineage and family, distrusting any who try to ally or befriend them. It is in these private meetings he has with said individuals that he judges them accordingly. At such time, he takes on a terrifying transformation and speaks down to them in his draconic form. Should he figure that they are using the family or are of ill-intent, he will not hesitate to turn them into ash with his lightning breath. If they prove themselves worthy, he will let them be, though will remark he will always have eyes watching them and remind them not to anger a dragon.
Aside from those who try to get close to the prince, Kashak is generally warm and friendly. He is well respected and liked. His kobolds working under him adore their dragon lord. Along with the kobolds, he has several aarakocra and humans working under him. He holds many titles including treasurer of Cormyr and head of the royal guards.
Though not as close as Aurithax, Kashak is friends with Erendriel, holding him and his apprentices in high regard, especially given Seeker's participation in stopping the summoning of Tiamat. As such, he voiced no opposition to letting Ixal stay in their care given the prince's dreams.
Kashak is a close friend of Ixal's and was the same to Ixal's father and grandfather during their times. As such, he's privy to the behavior of the Phoenix line and patient with them in their younger years, speaking to them as a mentor of sorts. He deeply cares for Ixal and his family, vowing to protect them with his life.
Kashak has a a mate he is formerly married to and one son recently hatched. He has hopes that his son and Ixal will meet and become close friends.