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Here’s a Preview of the artwork you’ll find in the upcoming Book of Bones, a bestiary for the BLood throne campaign setting.

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Here’s a preview of one of the Dragons you’ll find in the Book of Bones, a Bestiary for the Blood Throne Campaign Setting.

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T’sserakk Horrakken

Type: 22nd Level Dragon (Shapechanger)

Size: Huge

Speed: 60 ft., fly 150 ft. (poor)

Abilities: Str +11, Dex +0, Con +5, Int +3, Wis +4, Cha +5

Skills: Bluff 25 (+30), Concentration 25 (+29), Diplomacy 25 (+30), Intimidate 25 (+30), Jump 25 (+36), Knowledge (tactics) 25 (+28), Notice 25 (+29), Sense Motive 25 (+29), Stealth 25 (+17)

Feats: Attack Focus (bite), Attack Focus (claw), Cleave, Double Strike, Heavy Armor Training ^B, Improved Initiative, Leadership, Light Armor Training ^B, Move-By Action, Powers (4) ^B, Snatch, Weapon Training ^B

Traits: Alternate Form, Blindsense 60 ft., Breath Weapon 13 Acid (Difficulty 26), Damage Reduction 2/supernatural, Frightful Presence (Difficulty 24), Immunity to Sleep and Paralysis Effects, Immunity to Acid, Keen Senses, Powers (rank 25, Cha, save Difficulty 24, Dominate Mind Touch, Heart Shaping, Suggestion), Shroud of Darkness, Supernatural Resistance 21

Combat: Attack +20 (-2 size, +22 base) (+21 with bite or claws), Damage +17 (bite) or +15 (claws), Defense Dodge/Parry +20/- (-2 size, +22 base), Initiative +4

Saving Throws: Toughness +19 (+4 size, +5 Con, +10 natural), Fortitude +18 (+13 base, +5 Con), Reflex +13 (+13 base), Will +17 (+13 base, +4 Wis)

Alternate Form: T’sserakk can assume lizardman form at will as a standard action. He can remain in lizardman form until he assumes a new form or returns to his natural form.

Breath Weapon: T’sserakk has one type of breath weapon, a cone of acid.

Shroud of Darkness: T’sserakk is continually surrounded by a shroud of wispy shadows that provides him with partial concealment.

T’sserakk is a megalomaniacal tyrant of a dragon. Like most dragons who survived the fall of Kiv’Larast, the last draconic kingdom, he burns with an undying hatred of the keza-drak. T’sserakk takes this hatred a step further, extending it to the other elder races of Simarra, those whose dragonslayers forced the mighty dragons into the hidden kingdom of Kiv’Larast in the first place. For too long T’sserakk has witnessed the slaughter of the majestic dragon race at the hands of lesser beings. He believes it is time for dragons and the lesser reptilian races to rise up and take their rightful place as the rulers of Simarra. After all, of the elder races, only dragons were the creation of Enâra, mother to all the other gods and the mightiest among them.

Ever since the destruction of Kiv’Larast, T’sserakk has seen his path clearly. It was up to him to purge Simarra of this infestation of the lesser races, and lead dragonkind to a new golden age over the piled corpses of elf, dwarf, human and keza-drakalike. He has since been hiding, planning and biding his time as he amasses an army of renegade Kithanni lizardmen, and the Half-dragon Groa’khan along with a few other dragons and what remnants of the ancient dragon cults he has been able to find. His troops amassed, he now waits only for the elder races and the Keza-Drak to exhaust themselves in their constant battles with each-other and amongst themselves before making his own bid for power.

In dragon form, T’sserakk is a great shadowy thing of blackness. His pitch-black scales are shrouded in a cloak of wispy shadows cloak that seems to emanate from his very being like fog off of a lake. His head is a frightful mass of armored plates and horns, and his sunken yellow eyes give it an almost skull-like appearance. His mouth is a gruesome maw filled with impossibly long teeth through which a forked tongue constantly flickers. His posture is that of a hunting panther, always crouched with his belly near the ground and his powerful limbs poised as if to strike at a moment’s notice.

T’sserakk’s lizardman form looks quite a bit like a humanoid version of his true draconic form, though his head has fewer horns, his teeth are much more to scale, and his black scales no longer exude a shadowy vapor.

We were a week out of the San-Gheri Oasis heading towards the fabled dome city of Treshir when a great beast  attacked the caravan. The horror  rose up out of the sand in front of us, its giant segmented body rippling, causing tremors which sent some of the men sprawling to the ground. Noxious fluid oozed from the creature’s chitinous legs, popping and hissing as it ate into the sand. Two serpent heads twisted to face me. There was a sudden intake of breath, and I instinctively dove  towards the mammoth creature just as it spewed a gout of black, toxic liquid not five feet away from where I was standing.

Three of my companions weren’t as quick. The poor bastards lay there in the blackened sand, writhing in pain as the acrid fluid ate into their flesh. I plunged my blade deep through the chitinous segmented body of the beast and more of that fluid sprayed out, covering my arms and much of my face. Unimaginable pain flooded my senses and I dropped to the sand, unconscious.

I don’t know how long I was out. Dark dreams plagued my fevered  sleep. When I awoke, I was in a tent. A Shodonai maiden sat nearby on a bed of brightly colored pillows, smoking pitwah extract; a gummy substance widely used by apothecaries and shamans. The substance was rumored to clear the mind and body of impurities and aid in healing.

“How long have I been here,” I asked, slowly sitting up to look at the woman. Raven-black  hair hung in braids around the woman’s  shoulders. Her face - as was the case with all Shodonai - was lined with intricate tattoos  framing  pale blue shards which grew mysteriously out of her body.

“Five days you have slept in the camp of Targul Mâhr, war chief of the weeping crone sept. Our healers have repaired the damage you sustained from the battle with the Mazruk. You should be grateful, greenlander, that our patrols were able to drive off the beast, else you would be feeding her spawn..”